A/N: Im really sorry for the long update! But im making up for it, i swear!
Carlisle dropped himself into an armchair, a shocked expression on his face. What the hell was going on? What was Bree? This was most definitley not a normal vampire gift. Bree was much more special than that. Jasper stood in one spot for a moment, before going upstairs and turning on a TV. Alice tried her best to look into the future, but saw nothing, and quickly decended up the stairs after Jasper. "Esme, am I going crazy?" Carlisle asked his mate, resting his head in his hands.
"Of course not, dear. I know, it's difficult. But don't worry, we can figure this out." Esme assured, petting his platnium blonde hair gently. Carlisle sighed, raising his head. "I'm going to go speak to her. Just stay here and think for a while." She added, pecking him on the cheek and striding down the stairs. Poor dear, so confused, Esme thought. Carlisle hated not knowing some things. And this was one of them. He was always so ambicious about work, and he could always figure problems out quickly enough. He must be so miserable right now, she thought. Suddenly she felt as if she should be with him right now, comforting him. That always made him feel better. But the sight of Bree sobbing on her bed made that feeling go away just for a couple of moments. "Bree, honey?" Bree lifted her head slightly, then dropped it again.
Esme sat down on the bed beside her, and slowly wrapped her arms around the poor child. She felt like a mother at this moment, comforting her child after a bad day of school. "I want to go home!" Bree cried, hugging Esme. Esme sighed, rubbing her back.
"I know, but you can't. Not unless you want to end your life." Esme responded, cupping Bree's pale face in her small hands. "What's bothering you, dear?" Esme pleaded, pushing a strand of raven curls behind Bree's ear. Bree looked down, biting her lip. She played with her fingers for a while, then looked into the expectant face of her foster mother. She sighed.
"I'm scared. Of me, of Riley, what's happening to me. It's all just so much." She revealed, waving her hands in the air. "I never know if they're going to come back...to hurt me. I seriously doubt that i'm going to last through this year. The Volturi, Jane, they don't want me living, they said so themselves. Mrs. Cullen, I don't know what to do!" She admitted, breaking into dry sobs again. Esme quickly embraced her again, shushing her and patting her back.
"Bree, i assure you, they are not going to come back. Riley and Victoria, we got rid of them. They're gone, they won't lay a finger on you. I promise. I don't doubt that you're going to surivive, if you're willing to learn from us. Don't worry about the Volturi, if you behave, nothing bad will come of you, i assure you." Esme replied, staring intently at the young vampiress. "Call me Esme, dear." She added. Bree sniffled, running a hand through her hair. "I have a question." Esme inquired, biting nervously at her bottom lip. Perhaps this will help Carlisle, she thought. Bree motioned for her to go on. "What..what happened upstairs? I mean, how did you stop your blood?" She nervously asked. Bree sighed, shivering as she thought back to the previous event. "I'm sorry, if it hurts you. But we need the information, it would definitley be a great use to us." She pleaded, hope dancing in her eyes.
"I don't...i'm not sure. I just..clenched my fists, and it just happened. When I released them, it stopped." Bree answered, playing with the comforter. It felt like soft silk across her fingers.
"Does it hurt?" Esme asked. Bree shrugged.
"Not as much as I thought it did. It felt kind of relieving at the end. But yeah, it stings." Bree informed, throwing herself down on the bed, staring up at the cieling again. Esme nodded her head, breathing in un-needed air. "Do you want to see it again? I'm willing to do it, if it helps." Bree offered, sitting up slowly. Esme thought for a second. I'd hate to see her react that way again, she thought. "It won't hurt very much, trust me." Bree assured, standing up. Esme was about to protest, but she already had her hands ready. Very quickly, she clenched her fists, and fell to the floor on her knees, her eyes shut hard. Her features visibley hardened, and she clecnhed her teeth tightly. She opened her eyes, which were now a much more venemous crimson. She tried talking, but no sound came out. Her eyes got wide, and she quickly unclenched her hands. Shakily getting off the floor, she grabbed onto her bed and fell down upon it.
"Thank you Bree. You didn't have to do that, though."
"It wasn't painful, not as much as the first time. And i'm sorry to ask, but, do you have any, um... tampons?" She shyley asked, wrapping her arms around her knees, averting her gaze. Esme sighed, and went into the bathroom that connected to her room. When she came out, she handed Bree the tampon, and kissed her forhead.
"Just make sure Rosalie doesn't see you with that, she'll try to kill you." Esme giggled. Bree looked scared for a moment. "Kidding! But stay away from her for the time being. I'm going to go upstairs, get some rest."