Took a few days, but here we go.

For the longest time, I contently sat on a lavish love seat just staring out the third story window as my sisters flitted around me, doing their thing. Sitting in the dead room was one of the things that Bree said the girls did when they weren't working a client.

Mary, later, announced she was hunting and half the thirsty girls followed her into the dreary, overcast weather.

Bree had shadowed me until she was bored of my doing nothing behaviour and decided that I didn't need to be constantly watched. She sat down at a beautiful hand crafted grand piano and played. I watched her. First enviously because of her skill, then in awe and appreciative, listening to the music that flowed from her fingers.

'That was wonderful, Bree. When did you learn to play so well?'

'I've had some time on my hands for the past hundred years or so. It was one of my favourite pastimes when I was human.'

'Well it was beautiful,' I gushed.

'Do you play?'

'Not very well, but I have been playing for years.'

'Well, my darlin', I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to practice when you are one of us.' She smiled wickedly.

'What do you know that I don't?' I asked, wandering over to sit by her.

'Many things. Mainly, I know Victoria likes you and you had an amazing reaction to our secret like no one else. I'm positive she'll change you, and soon.' She smiled wider at me, her fingers tinkering over the keys.

I was speechless and slightly scared.

'I'm going to enjoy having you as a sister.'

My fears disappeared. I smiled so widely my cheeks hurt and I let out a dysfunctional giggle. But soon my mind went back to what Victoria had told me.

'How much does it really hurt?'

The music Bree was playing faded slightly and she hit a single wrong note before taking off again flawlessly. 'So, what's going to be your first action as a vampire?'

I looked at her. 'You're avoiding the question, Bree. Please, how much? Was Victoria truthful when describing the pain?'

She nodded once before sighing. 'It's worse than Victoria said. You only know what it's like when you experience it. But you get through it, and you're infallible. Stronger, faster, more powerful than ever before. I don't want to push you into this. After all, this is solely your decision, no one else's. We won't take your freedom away from you like other vampires deem acceptable. After all, once you make your choice, there's no going back.' She paused as she thought. 'What about Anthony, Bella? If you become a vampire you will never be able to be with him.'

The conversation was thick and heavy. 'I know, and I will live with my decision. I am sure that Anthony and I will never be together, as long as Edward is around. I will always love him. But this choice is the one I will live with.' I replayed my words in my head, making sure I'd covered all my points. I almost snorted when I realised how I'd finished. 'Or, not live with, as the point may be.'

Bree's eyes slyly inched my way to see my satisfied, cheeky grin. She shook her head as she smirked, still continuing to play as the same rate as before.

'You're shocking!' Bree whispered as she giggled with me.

'What are you laughing at?' Parker asked from the doorway, hearing the end of our conversation.

'I'm just making dead jokes,' I said, dampening my giggles to do so.

She slumped, smiling knowingly. 'Oh, so you finally figured out the reasoning behind the name change of the living room? It gets me every time.' She was laughing just standing there.

I frowned, confused. They called it the dead room. But it's normally called a living room because you're meant to live in it. My laughter burst out before I completely grasped their irony. 'Oh, I get it, because you're dead, isn't it? That is terrible!' But I still couldn't control my laughter.

Bree watched my expression, amused.

'What?' I asked at her expression.

'I am asking Victoria to change you as soon as possible so I don't have to listen to your god awful jokes any longer.'

'I have been told that I am actually quite funny,' I revealed with false seriousness.

'By who, a boy? Were you wearing a pretty something that made all your womanly wiles much more accessible?'

I laughed, smacking her arm. 'It was Peter that told me of my humorous soul! Anthony may have agreed...' I giggled softly before the thoughts of Ant took away my smile.

'You don't have to do this you know, you can go back to your family, have a long life with Edward.'

'I don't want Edward; I want Anthony. My dark-haired, green-eyed man who kisses me with such reverence, my knees collapse under me. But in this lifetime, I will never have that. Maybe, just maybe, if I become like you, if I never grow old and be so beautiful, I might be able to find someone else I have such a passion for.'

Bree gave me a look that I ignored and looked the other way. 'I'm stubborn; I think you should know this. I'm not going to change my mind,' I stated firmly and gave Bree a look not to question me again.

'Alright.' She finally surrendered. 'But if you're going to be like us, you have to start acting like it!'

I looked at her. Incredulous, what did she think I was trying to do?

'So, what do I want to do?'

Zooey, a very tall, curvy, mahogany haired sister, flitted in quietly and handed me a very large book.

'What is this?' I asked, frowning at the hard cover and the musty smell.

'Shakespeare. You might like it.' She laughed at herself. 'Okay, definitely will like it. It's my intuition.'

I smirked. 'Well then, thank you.' I took the heavy book, settled back onto the love seat and slowly opened up the cover.

Four hours later, I was still curled on the seat, only half through the book.

'Enjoying it?' Zooey asked, sitting cross legged in front of me.

I nodded. 'I love it. I never knew Romeo and Juliet was so heart wrenching. No one ever told me it is such a wonderful story.' I sniffed back a sob; Romeo had just found out that Juliet was dead. And was plotting his own demise. 'Thank you so much, Zooey.'

She giggled. 'My pleasure.' She was gone from the room so quickly it seemed she'd disappeared in front of my eyes. That was going to take time to adjust to.