A/N: Chapter two of my new story! Woohoo! Onwards!
Bree shot up from the bed. "I-I need t-to w-w-what?" She stuttered, looking at Rosalie, confused. "Did you s-say hunt? I c-cant k-kil anything. Ever." She protested, shaking her head, her eyes getting wide with worry. Alice put a hand on her shoulder, and spoke to her softly.
"You have to. If you don't; you will die. And the Volturi will not make it painless." She cautioned, looking at Bree with great worry. Bree clawed at her throat again, breathing heavily. "Come on," Alice urged. She ran out of the house, pulling Bree by her arm. The rest of the family stayed behind, going out to they yard to talk to Sam and the pack. Once Alice made sure that they were far enough from Forks, she stopped in a clearing. Bree freed herself from her grasp and doubled over on the ground, breathing hard. "Bree, you don't need to breath." Alice pointed out. Bree shakily got off the ground, balancing herself, and her berathing slowed. Soon enough, it stopped all together. Bree's eyes widened.
"What've they done to me?" She gasped, fear crossing her features.
"Shh, shh." Alice comforted, cupping Bree's face in her hands. "You're a vampire now, Bree." She told her, shaking her head.
"You mean, I have to drink blood?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing. Alice nodded her head. Bree gave another gasp, then her breathing deepened. "Why is...my throat like...this...?" She gapped, scratching her neck.
"You're thirsty," Alice answered.
"For...blood you mean?" She questioned. Alice nodded her head. Bree shook her head furiously. "No! No, never. Not from humans. Never! I couldn't do it! I can't!" She refused, falling back onto the white ground. She dry sobbed, burying her face in her dark bron hair.
"You don't have to drink from humans, Bree. We're vegetarians. We only drink from animals." Alice encouraged, trying to get the girl to drink something. "It won't be easy for you, but we've been living in this town for years, and we haven't had one slip up with humans. I'm sure we can do the same with you." She concluded. Bree slowely shook her head.
"I'm sorry, but I can't." She protested. And then, in a flash, she was gone. Alice sighed, and quickly made her way back to the house. She found Bree on a couch, watching the television intently. "You know if I ignore it, it doesnt bother me as much..." She mumbled. Alice opened her mouth, then closed it agian. Carlisle and Esme came into the room, wondering how Bree's hunting trip went.
"She refuses to drink," Alice whispered. Esme exchanged a worried glance with her husband, then walked over to Bree.
"Bree, darling. Why do you not want to drink? It will make you strong and healthy, and the Volturi won't have to punish you." She asked, sitting beside Bree on the couch. Bree touched her throat gently then touched her own, which set into flames again.
"Does...it make...it better?" She breathed. Esme nodded gently, smiling. "I...j-just want..to try a...little.." She asked. Esme glanced at Carlisle, and he went upstairs, then shortly returned with a small cup. He handed it to Bree, who took it shakily. A small pool a blood was in the cup, and she brought it to her lips. She took a sip, and then swallowed it. The burning increased, and she cried out. She tried again, but this time she kept it in her mouth, letting it linger for a second. The taste was foul, like sour milk with sour yogurt. She spit it out immediatly, spraying it all over the white rug. Her throat was inflamed, ripped apart in sections and set on fire individually. She shaked her head violently, dropping the cup. "Water.." She pleaded. Carlisle quickly filled up a cup of water for her, and she drank it down thankfully. Her throat settled down, only a dull pain now.