Chapter 32

Isabella glanced at Eliza who had just dropped her bag of blood into the nearly overflowing biohazard trash bin. Before she leaned in close to the still immobile girl spoke very gently. "You're not dead sweetheart. Can you sit up?"

Bree groaned, then softly and slowly pushed herself to a sitting position. She frowned in confusion and held her hands in front of her face, though her face was still mostly obscured by her hair. Then as if she were pulling back a curtain, she reached up and slowly swept the hair out way to behind her ears.

The girl looked relatively the same, her features were slightly softer, and more full than they were before. It was hard to tell the difference though, because the most noticeable thing about her change was the lack of the grey lines that had covered nearly every inch of her skin.

Eliza and Isabella both exchanged glances. It was slightly reassuring to see the girl hadn't adopted their nearly identical features. Unfortunately it didn't really answer the basic question the two of them had always wondered. What made Eliza change so dramatically? Before Eliza had been changed from a hybrid, to whatever the term was for what she was now, Eliza preferred Hybrid vampire, she had a facial structure and skin tone of someone typical of that region. Afterwards her features had been drastically altered so that she physically resembled Isabella.

The result of Bree's transformation was far less dramatic, in fact beyond a few simple differences in the lines of her face and the fullness of her body, she hadn't changed much at all. Her features were a bit less gaunt, and a bit more full. But she didn't look much like either of them. Eliza frowned a little at that, whether the lack of change in Bree was because Eliza had been a hybrid when she changed, or maybe something more subconscious on Eliza's part, it didn't answer their half century old question at all.

Bree began to rub her fingers together in front of her face slowly, staring in amazement. "I can feel my hands again." Her wonderment over such a simple difference spoke volumes of the effect Eliza had brought to the girl's life.

Eliza and Isabella glanced at each other, Eliza speaking first. "It should all be out of your system now."

Bree looked up at the two of them, "Thank you." She spoke softly, she was clearly grateful and amazed that she was miraculously better.

Isabella shook her head and gave the girl a smile. "More my daughter's doing than anything I did. Are you thirsty?"

She frowned a little bit and then nodded. Alice was ready with a the last of the blood supply, handing it to the girl with an open and friendly smile. After only a moment's hesitation Bree took it tentatively, before biting into the thick plastic and drinking greedily.

"What the hell happened to me?" Bree thought as she savored the bag. Even hungry she felt better than she had in ages

Eliza glanced at Isabella who sighed visibly as she looked around the room aware of the presence of others. "Look, Bree. Things have… changed. Quickly. There are some things you must know, but those are things I don't want to get into here.

Isabella paused, clearly considering her words. "If you will allow it, Eliza and I will take you to our home. I give you my word you'll be safe. Then, I promise you that I… we… will explain everything." She corrected herself with a glance at her daughter.

"You don't have to leave, you're more than welcome to stay here" Esme said, a sense of eagerness and hope tingeing her voice.

Isabella shook her head slowly. "No. I appreciate the offer, but this situation is untenable. We have two covens, a pack of shifters, two Volturi members, and one former member of a newborn army."

"And a partridge in a pear tree!" Eliza sang softly, causing Leah to snort in amusement.

Isabella shook her head with another sigh, "My point is that things are far too volatile here as it is. I think everyone needs some time to decompress, and not to be too blunt but we need some privacy." Isabella stood up, her voice taking on a more formal tone. "Once again we owe you a debt."

Carlisle shook his head and replied, "Not this time, I'd say this time that the debt is ours. You saved our lives."

Isabella tilted her head and then nodded once in acknowledgement of the statement, she also noted that he didn't protest the first part of her rebuttal. She turned her head back to Bree who was looking around warily at everyone before nodding slowly in agreement. She was obviously checking the faces of those surrounding her for any signs of aggression. Even with that heightened sense of agitation, she finished the bag of blood in record time, and tossed it on top of the rest of the empty bags, causing it to finally overflow from trash bin onto the floor.

"Yeah... I'd like that." Bree said somewhat happily, as she stared at sheer number of empty bags. She couldn't understand how she had consumed all that blood in the short time she had been in with these people.

Isabella reached down and helped both Eliza and Bree to their feet. Isabella then turned to led them out of the room without a further word, though when she stepped across the threshold she couldn't help herself from stealing a backwards glance at Alice who met her eyes unwaveringly. Isabella allowed another very brief smile to cross her lips, before she turned abruptly and headed down the stairs.

No one spoke as they left, and an eerie sense of stillness created an acute sense of tension because of that silence. Eliza and Bree followed Isabella's lead, directly followed by Leah, Jacob and the rest of the pack. The eyes of both covens followed them as they disappeared one by one through the front doors. A mix of expressions ranging from relief to sadness at their departure marked their faces.

Jacob had mentioned quickly to Isabella that the wolves were headed home to talk to their council. Leah had looked very reluctant to be parting from Eliza so quickly, but Eliza reassured her it wouldn't be for too long, but they needed some time to talk to Bree, and that she was welcome to swing by their house after the council meeting concluded. The eagerness in Eliza's voice reassured Leah far more than anything else could and she'd promised to be there as soon as possible.

Isabella and Eliza fell back behind the wolf pack as they headed into the forest and Bree slowed down with them, keeping a very close personal proximity to Isabella and Eliza. She stopped and turned to look up and ask a question of the two women who had taken her under their wings, when a slight snarl interrupted her.

"Why would you chose those... mutts over us Bella?" The disgusted voice came from their right periphery of vision. They turned as one to see Edward's sneering face as he emerged from behind a nearby tree. Then he sighed heavily before striding confidently towards the three of them. Coming to a stop twenty yards away, although he seemed less openly hostile, his look of disgust hadn't dissipated.

Before Isabella could form an equally disgusted response, a sudden roar of fury erupted from directly behind her. Isabella whirled her head around just in time to see Bree crouching and leaping towards Edward in one smooth feral movement, the roar growing as her legs launched her towards her target.

They were both caught so completely off guard that neither reacted as she pounced on him. A look of shock and surprised bewilderment dominated Edward's previously sour expression. He hadn't expected the attack, and the mental void suddenly above him distracted him to no end. On top of that Bree's strength was impressive and she seemed totally committed to her action. The first rake of her fingernails across his face and neck quickly banished his initial reaction though. He recovered just enough to began to struggle, except he had no idea how to mount an effective defense against her furious, unpredictable, and powerful onslaught.

Eliza and Isabella both tilted their heads in shock and amusement for a few moments, neither sure if they wanted to stop her. It was Eliza that acted first, knowing if anyone was going to end his life, it should be her mother. She blurred to the two prone figures, and timed her movement around Bree's furiously moving arms to grab her around the waist and pull her away. Eliza leapt back several meters, and held tightly to her, while she struggled to get free.

Edward stood immediately, with a look of horror and indignation on his face, that immediately melted into smug satisfaction. "I told you she was dangerous." Isabella narrowed her eyes, and glanced back at her daughter, still struggling with the girl.

"Eliza. Why don't you take her home, so she can get some distance calm down." Isabella's commanding voice was surprisingly mild, and even reached Bree who seemed to calm down a bit. She stopped actively struggling against Eliza, but vicious snarls and growls still escaped her throat, in a vain attempt to taunt Edward into attacking her.

"I'll let go of you if you don't go after him, can I trust you?" Eliza sent through the connection towards Bree. This distracted Bree for a long moment as she tried to process what was happening. Hearing voices, usually that was a very bad sign.

"Yes." She replied after a few more seconds. Her reply was cautious, and the sound of Eliza speaking so clearly in her mind distracted her enough to break through the haze of fury she had been lost in. With a some trepidation Eliza let go of Bree, and offered a hand to lead her away. Bree gave Edward a long withering glare, and then took Eliza's hand and followed her into the forest and away from Edward. Isabella watched them go until they disappeared from view, then she turned to regard Edward.

"I choose Jacob and his pack because they don't abandon someone just because that someone might make their life inconvenient." She said with more than a little disdain, and then crossed her arms to look at him with a purposefully blank look on her face. He met her glare with one of his own. Isabella rolled her eyes, "So are you trying to provoke me because you're insane, or just suicidal?"

"A rather tautological question if you ask me. Either way I vote you oblige him, Mother." Eliza's amused voice rang in Isabella's mind, a comment that caused Isabella to smirk slightly.

"What does taught e logical mean?" Bree asked still trying to grasp how she could hear them in her head like that.

"It means saying the same things twice in different ways, and I'll take that under advisement , Daughter." Isabella replied trying not to sound amused.

"Let's leave her alone for now sweetie." Eliza thought to Bree.

"Okay, but if you don't want to hurt him I'll do it!" Bree offered, getting used to the new way of communicating. Eliza chuckled out loud.

"That's not our decision to make. We'll explain everything back at the house, I promise." Eliza said vocally. Bree nodded a couple of times and squeezed Eliza's hand tightly.

Isabella returned her attention back to Edward who continued to glare at her for a moment, before his expression dissolved into one of apology, however, the smug glint in his eyes stayed the same as always.

"I'm sorry." His voice was oddly apologetic, and sounded sincere. Isabella raised an eyebrow a little dubious, but the rest of her expression didn't change as she waited for him to elaborate.

Edward took a slightly confident step forward, before continuing in the most earnest tone of voice he was capable of. "I know you're angry with me, and you have every right to be. In careful consideration of my actions, I realize that I should never have left you in that forest. For that I am truly sorry."

Isabella's face remained frozen, she was again caught completely off guard and didn't trust herself to react reasonably. It was the last thing she had expected to hear from him. Edward apologizing, was just enough to break through her control. In that moment a flash of her uncertainty crossed her face for just a moment and she looked down.

Edward noticed the flash, and interpreted it as crack in her resolve. Sensing an advantage he pressed on, his earnest voice taking on a consoling and coaxing tone. "Why don't you stay here with us? You could spend time with the family, with me. Things can be like they used to be..."

"Things can be as they used to be..." Isabella repeated in a monotone, she knew exactly where this was going. He hadn't really apologized at all, he was just using a different tactic to get through to her.

Edward appeared to get excited as he continued, "Yes, I can make everything up to you. We can spend time together. We can make up for all the time we lost. You can have a family again." This was the Bella he remembered, the tentative uncertain Bella who was unsure and could be coaxed into almost any decision.

Isabella met Edward's gaze briefly before closing her eyes and taking a breath, though her voice stayed monotone, giving no indication to her thoughts. "I have a family of my own."

Edward's face turned sympathetic and he ghosted forward another step as he sensed further vulnerability, "The Volturi? You know they're not a real family. They're opportunistic, only interested in power and what you can do for them. You know my family isn't like that."

"The Volturi just do what is necessary to keep order, and to make sure the humans at large never learn about us. It's to keep us all safe. We don't go picking fights for the fun of it." Isabella's voice was a mild protest, but an intentional one. She was setting him up, with a careful and calculated attempt to trick him into revealing his true motivations.

"No, if you believe that, then you're more mislead than I imagined. The Volturi hold death over the heads of everyone. Get out of line and the Volturi will kill you, or someone you care about, or both. They have the power to back it up, which is why everyone fears them, and lets them run things. A real family doesn't work like that." Edward was smiling widely, his coaxing voice taking on a note of condescension as he became more and more certain of her sudden vulnerability.

"Well… it sounds like you know the process pretty well. Using threats to keep people in line." Isabella's eyes snapped up to meet his, and all uncertainty disappeared from her face. "Maybe it's a vampire thing. Isn't that the exact same approach you used with your family when you left me behind? Threatening to kill me if any of your family came back?

Edward stumbled back a couple of steps, clearly taken aback by the sudden accusation. Even though he knew exactly who had told Isabella of his threats. His facade of civility and friendship faded into a harsh scowl as he hissed out, "Alice…"

Isabella's voice turned slightly taunting as she smiled, with an expression that was utterly lacking in any sort of humor. "Oh, does that bother you? The fact that your little secret is out? Such a loving and wonderful family you have, kept together by threats and lies. And now you're offering me a place in that same environment." Isabella's voice turned completely deadpan. "Tempting. Really. But as appealing as that offer is though. I'm going to have to pass. Are you proud of the fact that you forced them to abandon me. All because it was inconvenient to have a human around?"

"You don't understand my motivations. You were a child, I had to make the choice you couldn't. I can't believe you haven't grown out of that naiveté." Edward sneered, all trace of gentleness and kindness leaving his face. "We left you for the right reasons, and you got exactly what you always wanted. You became a soulless monster. Congratulations."

Isabella's response was pointed, and all the more cutting because of its softness. "You never understood what I wanted. You never will."

Edward scowled, "Forget the past, you need help now. Don't you understand that Vampires and wolves don't mix. I'm trying to save you the trouble that is sure to come from associating with those… mongrels."

"I make my own choices now. Which includes who I associate with." Isabella turned and strode away from him towards Eliza and Bree.

Edward watched her go and then muttered softly under his breath. "We'll see." He turned back to look at the house where he could see most of his family and the Denali outlined in the floor to ceiling windows watching the interaction. His eyes focused on Alice and they narrowed. "We'll see." He said again. Alice met his glare with one of her own, her building hatred of him radiating from her stare. She smirked at him, which forced another snarl to erupt from his throat. He gave Alice a look that promised retribution before disappearing back into the forest, convinced that all he needed was time, and the right leverage to get his Bella back; though he made a deliberate show of going in a different direction than Bella had. He had no interest in appearing to his family, or the Denali that he was crawling after her in an pathetic attempt to win her back.

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Isabella headed into the forest in the direction of home. She'd idly been wondering whether or not Edward would be there if she ran back to punch him in the face. She resisted the urge, but she was close to giving into it. She'd made it almost a quarter of a mile before she came upon Eliza and a very remorseful looking Bree.

The instant Bree saw Isabella she began apologizing, almost pleading. "I'm so so sorry. I have no idea what came over me. I shouldn't have said that stuff, please don't be angry. I won't speak out of place again, I promise. It's just all those images of him went through my head, and I couldn't stop myself."

Isabella glanced over at Eliza and raised a worried eyebrow, "You didn't explain anything to her?"

Eliza shrugged with a helpless expression on her face, "I tried to, but every time I tried to get a word in edgewise she started apologizing again."

Isabella sighed and gestured ahead of her in the vague direction of home. "Why don't we walk and talk? There's… some things you need to understand."

Bree nodded hesitantly, taken aback by Isabella's calm voice. "O...kay." A calm offer to walk and talk was not what Bree expected. She'd expected a violent outburst and severe punishment. The only thing that kept her from running, was that she had learned the hard way that running always made it worse.

Isabella nodded and then started walking toward home, After another hesitant moment Bree fell into step beside her. Eliza took up a step behind, it was simply not practical for three people to walk side by side in the forest.

"First off, you're not in trouble." Isabella said with a reassuring smile, her gaze intent on Bree's reactions. "Secondly, could you explain what you mean? About the images of Edward? I just want to be sure of something before I make assumptions."

Bree hesitated and nodded slowly. "When I was out… I thought I was dying because I saw all these things in my head. They were like… hallucinations or my life flashing before my eyes or something, but it wasn't my life. Most of those people in that house were in it, and a bunch of others that were really frightening, all that fighting and death. Then when I saw him it felt like he hurt me, and I couldn't take it."

Isabella sighed a little bit, and glanced back at her daughter, that being all she needed to confirm her suspicions. "They weren't hallucinations. Do you remember Eliza biting you?"

Bree stopped in place clearly startled, and looked back at Eliza with a worried frown. "She bit me? Why did she bite me?"

"Bad habit of mine. Some people crack their knuckles, some people pick their noses, some people chew tobacco. I bite vampires. I haven't found a VBA group yet, you know Vampire Biting Anonymous." Eliza said completely deadpan.

Bree blinked and stared at Eliza blankly, she had no idea respond to that, or even where to begin to understand it.

Isabella sighed theatrically at the expression on Bree's face. "You'll get used to Eliza's sense of humor." Eliza grinned at that before Isabella continued. "It's like a rash, eventually the burning and irritation goes away. Well… the burning anyway."

Eliza's grin turned into a playful pout. "Hey…"

Isabella just shook her head and turned back to Bree. "Yes, Eliza bit you, and you bit her. She's only done that once before. And from what we can tell, it has an effect on the body and mind." Bree's expression looked doubtful and Isabella shrugged, "Those images that made you so mad when you saw Edward standing there? I'm guessing that's because you saw my memories, albeit not in one coherent stream."

Bree frowned "Why would her biting me, give me your memories?" She asked incredulously.

Isabella smiled wryly, "Because I was the first vampire she bit. We are bonded."

"Bonded?" The girl asked with a puzzled expression on her face.

Isabella stopped walking and turned to look at the girl, making sure she had Bree's full attention. "Yes. Bonded." She watched Bree's reaction closely to make sure the girl understood that their peculiar form of communication was a part of their bond.

"Like I said, when she bites someone, it bonds us. First it bonded Eliza and I, and now you have apparently bonded with us as well." Isabella said, making sure to keep her lips tightly together just to drive the point home.

"So that's why we can talk like this? Does that mean you can tell what I'm thinking about too?" Bree replied in kind, growing more confident in the mental exchange.

"Yes, to both questions." Isabella replied honestly and switched back to verbal speech to make the girl more comfortable. "I can teach you how to keep us out, it doesn't take much to learn how, but it's generally more trouble than it's worth. However, the reverse should be true as well. If you try, you might be able to read our minds as well."

"Doesn't that ever get a little... you know... weird?" Bree asked. Her voice was calm, and much to Isabella's surprise she seemed to be processing the information quite logically.

It was Eliza that spoke up this time. "You know, sometimes it can get a little bit weird, especially while you learn to control your internal monologue. Mom and I have alot of practice at it, so don't be ashamed if you say something you don't necessarily mean."

Bree looked back and forth between the two of them. "You're really mother and daughter?"

Isabella chuckled a little bit and glanced back at Eliza, "Why don't you fill her in on that?"

Eliza glanced at Isabella and nodded. "Well, we're not exactly related by blood. You see we..." and proceeded to outline the whole story, and the particulars of their unique connection for Bree as they walked through the forest towards home. She didn't go into graphic detail, but she didn't whitewash anything either. Bree listened with rapt attention, but didn't ask any questions until Eliza had completed her narrative.

Bree remained silent for several minutes after Eliza finished, digesting what she had heard before she finally spoke up. "Some... of the things I saw make a little bit more sense now." She spoke slowly, looking back and forth between Eliza and Isabella a few times before looking down. In a whispered comment to she muttered half to herself, "It must be nice."

Isabella tilted her head curiously at her. "What do you mean?" She had expected Bree to ask questions or just be flat out confused. She didn't expect that reaction, and it sort of threw her for a loop. The expression on Eliza's face told the same story.

Bree hesitated before replying softly, "Nothing. I was just wondering what it's like to have someone you can be so close to. To have a real family."

Isabella blinked in surprise and glanced at Eliza, but Eliza was already moving to wrap the smaller Bree up in her arms. "It's okay sweetie." Eliza said trying to comfort her.

The girl looked surprised and fought against the embrace for few seconds to keep from breaking down, before she gave in and began to sob into Eliza's shoulder. Isabella stood beside them awkwardly and crossed her arms, clearly uncertain what to do in this situation. Eliza hadn't often broken down like this, and Isabella wasn't really used to being confronted with someone's emotions like that. She felt for the girl but wasn't sure how best to show it.

It was a minute or so later before Bree got herself under control enough to start to talk again. "I'm sorry. It's just... I'm so jealous. I've never had anything good like what you guys have. I'm still confused why you guys came out of nowhere, to protect me. I saw you fight, why did you go from ready to kill me, to ready to fight for me?"

Eliza and Isabella exchanged a glance, and this time it was Isabella that stepped forward, "Bree, we chose to protect you because we could see you didn't want to harm anyone. You hadn't done anything wrong really, and you just were in over your head. Despite what our fellow coven members think, being trapped in circumstances beyond your control and unable to anything about it isn't a crime."

Eliza frowned as a thought occurred to her, and she spoke up curiously to her mother "If what your dickhead ex said is true about that vampire being able to plant compulsions in so many people, how did Bree not end up with the same compulsion?"

Isabella frowned at the question, it wasn't something that had occurred to her before. "I'm not exactly sure. Edward said he was having trouble reading her, that it was all fuzzy… maybe she has some kind of natural mental resistance." Isabella looked at Bree with a raised eyebrow.

Bree shrugged helplessly, "I don't know. I didn't even know what was going on. I just thought everyone was worked up"

"Why do you think you didn't get worked up with everyone else?" Isabella asked thoughtfully.

"I don't know… I just remember feeling like it was a bad idea…" Bree frowned, trying to remember, and only able to recall a peculiar aversion she felt to Aliyah's call for violence.

Isabella frowned thoughtfully and nodded though she didn't comment on it further, instead she changed the topic slightly. "I also wanted to make sure you knew… the images you saw of our lives, well …you need to understand, that link went both ways."

Bree's expression was one of confusion for several seconds before she understood what Isabella said, and then she blanched, and started to shudder. Her face twisting into a kind of pain and fear that made both of their hearts bleed for her. "You... saw my memories too?" She hunched her shoulders, defeated. Isabella clenched her teeth to find enough control to continue, it took every ounce of effort she had not to scream and then take off to find the monster that had done this to her. One look in Eliza's eyes and they knew they were having the same thoughts and urges.

"Yes we saw your memories. We know what you've been through." Isabella managed to sound as soft, and comforting as she was able, through her gritted teeth as a brief flash of Bree's pain and her father's ugliness flashed through her head. He would definitely be someone that they would be paying a visit to in the very near future.

Bree looked back and forth between Eliza and Isabella again, realization dawning on her face and melting into a kind of bewildered shock. "Y..You know? A..And you're still... okay with me?" There was open confusion on both Eliza and Isabella's faces at that question. "You saw what I've done… what I am… and you're still... not disgusted… with me?" Bree looked so confused and terrified that neither of them knew exactly what to do.

Eliza turned and looked to her mother, clearly wanting to reach out to the girl but uncertain and looking for any kind of direction. Isabella met her daughters gaze for a second before rolling her eyes, she stepped forward and wrapped the frightened girl up in a tight hug. "You are stuck with the two of us now. I promise you, there's nothing you'll do that will make us "not be okay" with you."

"Welcome to our very weird little family." Eliza added with a half giggle, before joining the two in a family hug. Bree didn't know how to react, except to hold on with everything she had. A physical embrace like this was something she'd never experienced before. They were touching her, holding her and weren't trying to hurt her. It was so much deeper than that. Bree could feel the emotions coming from both of them. While she didn't understand them all, she could only feel concern and sympathy radiating from them, not hate or malice. She could feel anger in Isabella but it definitely wasn't directed at her.

The three of them held onto each other for a long time until Bree was done being overwhelmed by emotion. They made sure she understood she was welcome, before separating. Then they all looked at each other taking in what had just happened. Bree especially was so overwhelmed she couldn't quite figure out what to feel first, joy being the biggest and most powerful feeling. Fear being the other, fear that they didn't mean it or they would change their minds. Fear that they would realize she wasn't worthy of them.

"You are a beautiful young woman who has had a hard life. I can't promise you an ordinary life or a normal family or anything. But one thing above all, we are your family now, and we take care of our own. That means we will never abandon you. Ever." Isabella said in response to Bree's unspoken fears. Bree looked at her with absolutely no idea how to take the commitment or compliment.

Then Eliza let out a little squee sound, something she did rarely because she knew it irritated her mother. She moved over a step, and quickly wrapped her arms around Bree again with enthusiasm. "I've totally always wanted a sister."

Bree pulled back to look up at Eliza's eyes first and then at Isabella's. "Does that mean it's okay if I call you Mother too?" There was an almost naked expression of excitement on Bree's face at the idea of what they seemed to be offering her. The genuine joy she exuded hit both of them hard Isabella took a deep emotional breath, in an attempt to center herself. Eliza just pulled Bree back to her and hugged her tighter.

Isabella watched the two of them for several long moments. Bree's almost pleading expression never left her for a moment. Finally, Isabella sighed theatrically again, and a playful smile curled at her lips. "Well, I'm certainly not letting you call me grandma."

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Author's notes:

1) Awwwwww Major thanks go out to Samantha Minuet for all of her amazing thoughts and additions and just her wonderful contriubitions!

2) Once again, for those of you who think Isabella is suddenly going to flip personalities, it's not going to happen. Bree will have an effect on her. which is only natural. But we'll have to see what those effects are. :) I hope you like where i've taken Bree.

3) Sharp-eyed Shoutout goes to Sylverlyf. In this case for reading my mind. Sylverlyf mentioned in a review that Eliza made her think of Eliza Dushku. Ironically enough that was who first popped into mind when i was brainstorming this character. She was the visual reference i used when originally constructing her personality and such. So... kudos for reading my mind! ^_^ a very strange place isn't it?

4) Samantha Minuet's Author's note: This was a fun chapter to edit, the emotions were a much easier pill to swallow. I think it's a great thing that Bree is a part of the group, a new dynamic can be a catalyst for change. What that change will be... well I'll never tell. Take a deep breath folks, the fit is about to hit the shan.

5) Uh yeah. You're really going to need it, I'll also say that you need to hang on to your hats! SO much fun coming down the pipe! *evil cackle* A major shift is about to happen! And you're either going to love it or... well... lets just say i'm glad you don't know where i live because I'd be watching for suspicious looking mail that ticks.

6) Quiz time! I've dropped enough hints at this point. (some obvious, some not so much) Anyone guessing what Isabella's power is? First person or two to get it gets a Sharp Eyed shout out in the author's notes! (I know! Such AMAZING prizes! O_O)

7) I will probably be responding to all reviews for the last 3 chapters tomorrow and wednesday!

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