A/N: Chapter three in our amazingly fun to write story! And I shall go forth and give you this chapter!
"She's definatley...different." Carlisle pointed out, carfully cleaning up the blood on the carpet. "I mean, I've never seen any vampire react to blood the way she did. It wasn't natural behavior." He continued, sitting down on in an armchir. Esme sat down on his lap, laying her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her securley, breathing into her caramel hair.
"Well, yes, she is quite different from anything we've ever encountered. But I think she'll find a way to survive. Even if she doesn't need to survive off of blood. The water seemed to keep her throat content." She added.
"Hmm.." He agreed, rubbing his hands down her arms. Suddenly Alice came in, about to speak. Esme's head inched off of Carlisle, reluctantly looking up at the small pixie. "Yes, Alice?" Carlisle asked, sighing.
"I'm sorry, I should've thought before I came in here, I'll talk to you later." She began walking out of the room, but Esme stopepd her.
"No, you can stay. We only needed a moment. What is it?" She smiled warmly, motioning for Alice to sit down. Alice did so, spreading herself out on the couch, her head hitting a pillow with a dull thump.
"One of the reasons Bree won't eat from humans is because she thinks its cannibalistic. Which in my opinion, defines the word vampire. She's afraid that people will find out about us, come chasing after us, and eventually kill us. Then, with the animal issue, is that she is one of those people who think its wrong to kill animals. She is no vegetarian, but she doesn't like people that kill animals for game. For the fun of it. She's very eco friendly with plants and nature, including all the animals in it. What blood did you give her?" She explained, directing her question toward Carlisle.
"Human. No newborns can resist human blood, though i don't think she even noticed the smell of it when I gave it to her." Carlisle answered, confused.
"Wait, wait. Is she calling us poachers?" Esme asked, shaking her head.
"No, I don't think so. Poachers are people who hunt animals or plants illegally. Its nearly always hunting season in Forks, and we don't touch the plants. I don't think she was referring to us specifacly." Alice specified.
"How did you figure all this out?" Esme asked, shifting herself in Carlisle's lap.
"She was sleep talking." Alice concluded, before giving out another sigh. Carlisle and Esme's eyes got wide. "Yeah, sleep talking. She sleeps. She drinks water. She's almost practically human." She added.
"I never, in my lifetime, heard of a vampire that sleeps. Ever. It doesn't exist." Carlisle argued. "Its impossible. When you're transformed, all the blood is taken out of your body, and replaced with the venom. The venom is so strong, it never allows you to sleep, its always keeping you energized." He explained. "For the Volturi to know, what type of creature Bree is, is extremely dangerous. Who knows, they might kill her. Or worse, take her in for their own force." Carlisle babbled.
"She has blood running through her veins." Alice cried out. "She's not a normal vampire. Something must've gone wrong during the transformation, the venom seems as though it only spread to parts of her body, not the full thing." She guessed. "Listen. You could hear it." They all listened. And the sound of rushing blood pounded through their ears. "And smell it. It isn't Bella. Her blood doesn't smell the same as Bree's." They sniffed the air, and sure enough, a strong scent hit their nostrils.
"I..i'm going to have to run some tests on her.. Is she still asleep?" Carlisle asked, removing Esme from his lap and getting up from the seat. Alice nodded her head. "Perfect. She won't feel a thing. Normally I wouldn't run a test on anyone that I don't have permission from, but knowing her she could do anything to get out of it." He pointed out, leading himself downstairs. Bree lay asleep on her bed, not making a sound. He crouched down, until he was eye to eye with her, and examined her sleeping form. There was a small color to her cheeks, that he hadn't bothered to notice before. This was the blood running through her. It wasn't much, but it was enough. If she didn't have that, and the small amount of venom that was in her was still in place, she would most likely be dead. Suddenly her eyes flickered open, and he jumped back. "You scared me." He breathed.
She sat up, moving her legs to her chest and gripping onto them. "I'm sorry.." She mumbled.
"Bree, do you understand, that you aren't like normal vampires?" He asked her gently. She nodded her head slowley.
"Riley told me that normal people like him, he never used the word vampire before, don't sleep. They had to carry me while I slept at night. And he said that normal people like him don't have blood in them. But he said my blood wasn't good. It wasn't good for our kind. I didn't know what he meant by 'our kind.'" She explained shyley.
"Thats alright, Bree. You're still a little hazy on what to do. I understand, we all do. But if its alright, I'd like to take some blood samples. To try and help me figure out why you're different from the rest of us." He asked, trying to be as gentle as he could. She looked at him hesitantly. "Don't worry, i'm not going to drink your blood. If they say it isn't good, it isn't good. Plus, i've had hundreds of years of training. Im a doctor." He chuckled.
"I guess it should be alright. Are you really a doctor?" She asked. He nodded his head. "How do you deal with all the blood? Haven't you ever had a slip up, while taking samples from patients and stuff?" She questioned. He chuckled again.
"Its been tempting, trust me. But like I said, hundreds of years. I never killed anyone." He smiled. She looked at him with wide, red eyes. "Thank you, for letting me test you. I'll be back in a moment, with my supplies." He thanked her, striding up the stairs. A moment later, as promised, he was back. He held a needles in one hand, and several small containers in the other. He had white rubber gloves on. He sat down next to her, and took hold of her arm. Producing an alchohol wipe from his pocket, he wiped down her arm, then lifted the needle. Her skin was fragile, like a humans. He could feel the blood running inside her. He slowley injected the needle into her arm, drawing a reddish goldish liquid. He then put the first sample in a container, and proceeded to eject another sample from her other arm, and repeating the same proceedure as the first. And finally, he ejected blood from one of her legs, pouring it out into the last of the containers. He apllied alchohol wipes to each shot. There were different colors in each of the containers. One, a gold/red color, a result from the venom mixing in with the blood. Another, a pure gold color, a result of the venom taking over the blood, turning it completely gold. And the last, a rich red color, a result of only blood, and no signs of venom. The last was from the leg, a sign that no venom had travelled that far into the body. "Thank you, Bree." He thanked her, then went upstairs, to test the new samples.
Pretty long, i don't know. But I liked it. Theres some Esme/Bree mother/daughter in the next chapter. And Rosalie/Bree rivalry, you could say.