A/N: Bree musing over her final moments.
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How had this happened? she wondered. It seemed as if only minutes ago she was fighting alongside Anne and Damien, then they were gone, torn to bits which were now burning in quickly-made fires by the yellow-eyes.
She had only surrendered when she realized she was all alone; no one was here to come to her rescue. There was a smoke similar to the ones in the clearing up on the mountainside; Victoria was gone. So was Riley.
Lies, lies, and more lies. Riley said it would be fine. But it wasn't. His ash at the top of the mountain was proof enough for her.
Victoria had tried to train them, but their instincts wouldn't let them cooperate. Bree hadn't even tried. She didn't want to listen.
She remembered clearly lunged out at the tall yellow-eyed vampire who had the honey blond hair. He had her arms pinned to her back in less than a second, his snarls plain in her ear. She had whimpered; she didn't want to die. He was going to rip her up, she knew, but the coven leader told him he shouldn't, and he offered her the chance to give up. She did so willingly, but the tall vampire kept a watchful eye on her.
At any time he could kill her. He looked like he wanted to. Maybe it would just be easier.
So was this the end for her too?