Newborn
Chapter 3: Sunlight
BPOV:
Soon enough we were all situated nicely in the space no bigger the a Volkswagen Beetle but not nearly as tall as one – but it wasn't horribly uncomfortable. I noticed a tunnel close to where Diego sat and I could smell the fresh air from it, along with the natural scents of dirt and herbs, all earth based. Hell I think I heard a worm burrowing underground above me.
"Homey," I said, shrugging and looking around. It was to dark for a human to be able to see clearly even with the flow of light from the water and the tunnel – though as week as it was – but to our vampire sight it was as clear as day, no pun intended.
"Nice place," Bree agreed.
Diego smiled. "Better then Freaky Fred's backside." I laughed, I found the disgust the others found for him amusing, actually I think I was the only one who Fred actually bothered to talk to, he liked to call me Kitten or Pati (short for Patience) even though neither were a part of my name. Well, I guess Pati was, since I could not remember my middle name I had taken Patience as my new one, Riley had once said I was the most patient newborn he'd ever seen.
"I can't argue with that. Um. Thanks."
"Your Welcome."
I smirked to myself as I saw the two look at each other in the dark for a minute longer then normal. His face was smooth and calm, almost mirroring hers, though with anyone else this would have been terrifying I was sure. The constricted space was not newborn friendly, people would have lost limbs by now.
"How old are you?" he asked abruptly. He seemed to like taking her by surprise, and Bree seemed confused and shocked at his question. I smirked, I could think of many reasons why she was shocked by that question. I did wounder how old the girl was, I don't think she ever said anything about her age when we met when she was still soft, blood filled, fragile human.
"Three months. I told you that."
"That's not what I meant..." I sighed, cutting him off.
"He mean's how old were you when I..when you were turned?" I asked. Bree's eyes widened but she bit her lip softly, though to a human it would probably bit clean through the lip, and scooted back a bit away from him but a bit closer to me.
"I was, um, I guess fifteen. Almost sixteen. I can't remember the day...was I past my birthday?" she replied, and I think she was trying to think of the answer herself. I sighed, she had been so young, I felt horrible again, but at the same time I felt no regret – she probably would have been dead within the month had I not changed her. I wondered if she was asking me and I thought back to our conversation, well hers with Riley all those months ago. It had been March at the time, had she said her birthday was in December? I think she had. I looked at her and licked my lips before opening my mouth to speak.
"Your birthday was in December, so you had some time to go before you turned sixteen." Bree looked to me shocked but smiled and nodded. Diego blinked and looked between us before shrugging, he never was one to ask to many questions.
"How about you?" Bree asked, looking at Diego. I smiled, I guess I would share last. That worked best for me anyways, I was never one to share my past happily, mostly because I remembered so much less then most, hell I was just happy I did not have total amnesia like Alice.
"I was just past my eighteenth," Diego said. That was news to me. "So close."
"Close to what?" I asked. Bree nodded, obviously she was wondering the same thing.
"Getting out," he said, but he did not continue. There was an awkward silence for a moment, and then he changed the subject. It almost sounded like he meant a jail of some kind. I knew better then to assume but I wondered it it held any truth, he did not seem like the jail house type though.
"You've done really well since you got here," he said, his eyes sweeping across her crossed arms and folded legs. I chuckled, he should know better. I was sure she had not got away unscathed, just as I had not, and I always had a way of blending in, of stalking the shadows so to say. "You've survived – avoided the wrong kind of attention, kept intact."
Bree shrugged before moving to yank her left t-shirt sleeve up to her shoulder. We both saw a thin, ragged line that circled her arm and I winced, I knew how that felt, I rubbed my own right arm, it had been ripped off a few times. Not to mention the dozen of bite marks I had up and down my arms, and a few along my stomach, waist and neck, and one over my left eyebrow.
"Got this ripped off once," she admitted. "Got it back before Jen could roast it. Riley showed me how to put it back on." Diego smiled wryly and touched his right knee with one finger. His dark jeans covered the scar that I knew was there, I had given it to him personally during my first months, he had returned in kind by ripping my left hand off. Of course he gave it back and showed me how to fuse it back on, I was grateful, it was then when I made an effort to keep my mind around others more then simply trying to remember everything I could.
"It happens to everybody." I nodded, agreeing with that statement.
"True, though it happens to others more then most," I declared and took off my cropped leather jacket that fell just blow my ribcage and ran my fingers over my arms, tracing the jagged, raised line of where my arms had been ripped off bellow the shoulder seven times in my nine months and the cluster of bite marks around it and going down my arm to my wrist. I traced my left arms, showing off the same bite scars until I got to my wrist and showed her the thinner line of my left wrist where it had been ripped off and then I lifted my shirt to my ribs and showed her the few bite scars along my sides and above my belly button. I let that fall back and then raised my head high to show the few scars along my neck, jaw and then traced the lone scar over my left eyebrow. I heard Bree gasp and her scoot away slightly in fear and I chuckled, Diego was simply starring at me, he knew of the one on my face, my wrist and my arm being ripped off – once – but he'd never seen the magnitude of them.
"Shit Bells, how the hall are you still walking around?" Diego asked, and I smiled and laughed shortly.
"Luck," I replied, though I was only half serious. I did think it had to do with luck to some degree but it was also my will to live, to figure out who I was, why the Cullens left me – though I did remember Edward's reason, I had a hard time believing this. Alice, she had said Vampires mate for life, sometimes vampires could move on with a new mate, but it was rare to have two mates in a eternity. Maybe he did have another mate out there some where but I at least wanted the closure that finding them would bring, I refused to die before I knew everything.
I pulled out of my thoughts as I realized I had missed part of Bree and Diego's conversation. I blinked and looked between them trying to figure out what was being discussed.
"Oh, I was troubled, all right." He stopped talking and I narrowed my eyes.
"I tried to stay away from all that crap. Studied hard. I was gonna get out of the ghetto, you know. Go to college. Make something of myself. But there was a guy – not much different then Raoul. Join or die, that was his motto. I wasn't having any, so I stayed away fro his group. I was careful. Stayed alive." He stopped, closing his eyes.
"And?" Bree urged.
"My kind brother wasn't as careful." I winced, I had never heard this story before. It of course was as a sad as anyone's, more so then the others I was sure. Everyone, well most everyone, Riley had turned were dregs, no life, no home, ones no one would notice were gone – at least not for a long while.
"I kinda lost it. Stole a gun from a friend and went hunting." Diego chuckled darkly. "Wasn't as good at it then. But I got the guy that got my brother before they got me. The rest of his crew had me cornered in an alley and suddenly Riley was there. He took them out, I don't remember some of the finer details but I remember thinking he was the whitest guy I had ever seen. You know what he said to me? He said, 'Want a new life, kid?'"
"Hah!" Bree laughed. "That's better then mine, all I got was, 'Want a burger, kid?'"
I chuckled, shaking my head.
"At least you got a sentence, all I got was, 'You,'" I said and they both looked at me in shock before laughing with me. We composed ourselves and Diego continued, his eye pointedly focused on Bree. I hoped this turned out okay, for there sakes if nothing else.
"You must have been hungry."
"Damn straight."
"So why were you so hungry?"
"Because I was stupid and ran away before I had a driver's license. I couldn't get a real job, and I was a bad thief."
"What were you running from?" I asked her. They turned to me and Bree bit her lip again, like she was contemplating saying anything more.
"I was running from my dad. He used to knock me around a lot. Probably did the same to my mom before she took off. I was pretty little then – I didn't know much. It got worse. I figured if I waited to long I'd end up leaving in a body bag. He told me if I ever ran away I'd starve. He was right about that - only thing he was ever right about as far as I'm concerned. I don't think about it much."
"Hard to remember that kind of stuff huh? All blurry and unclear," Diego stated.
"Like trying to see with mud in your eyes." I smiled, yeah it was exactly like that only for me it was worst.
"What about you Bella, how old are you? What's your story" Bree asked. I looked into her red eyes, only a bit brighter then my own and shrugged.
"I think I was almost 19 or already 19. I'm can't really remember, I could have just recently turned 18, my birthday was the month before but I could never remember what age I was turning, or had turned. I know I lived in Washington with my father, Forks I believe. I don't remember anything about him besides appearance and my mother lived with her new husband, I think I was in Forks to give my mother space. I fell in love while there, he was a vampire, his whole family was. I don't remember much, they saved me, I was a big klutz when I was human I remember that. He left me not long after my birthday and then in October...I ran from home, I just couldn't take it anymore." I stopped a far away look in my eyes.
"I guess we have that in common, you were running from your father, I was running from the memories of him. I met Riley in Seattle, I can't really remember much only that I knew what he was and accepted death, imagine my surprise when he brought me back to our creator and I was turned. I don't remember much about anything from being human. What I do remember is so blurry, it almost like watching a grainy movie from back in the old days. I barely remember my own name, that the Cullens were vampires, what each looked like, but even that is blurry at best. The most odd thing I can't remember, is their eyes. It made me wounder how they could be around me as a human being vampires, for some reason I could never remember what color their eyes are, it's like looking at a black spot where eyes should be. I know I thought they were beautiful – how I don't know – but I just can't remember," I mumbled, rambling on. I shook my head.
"Not much to tell I'm afraid.
"I'm sorry, that must suck," Bree offered and I chuckled nodding.
"It is, in a way. In another I'm almost relieved. I mean I was a mess when he left and though it still hurts I can't really remember him or the good times we had so there isn't much to miss."
"So...you've met the creator?" Diego asked, almost hesitantly. Bree blinked and looked at me with a whole new level of weariness and slight fear. I sighed, and nodded my head.
"Yes, but I've always been blindfolded. I was actually there when Bree was turned, I turned her myself." I said, almost to low for them to hear.
"No shit! Your Bree's sire?" he asked, eyes wide. I laughed nodded, Bree looked down and I kept a look on her in my peripheral as I kept my gaze on Diego. "So does that make you her mother?" he asked. I looked at him shocked and then a pain went from my heart all the way to my abdomen, where I was sure my once functioning reproductive organs resided. I did not know if children were something I wanted as a human, being with a vampire I doubted it, but then again, maybe I had and simply did not want Edward to know. I heard Bree take a sudden intake of breath and I licked my lips. All of the pieces falling into place. I remembered first seeing Bree, she was ratty, walking alone down a street, so small, barley 5 feet with long brown hair in waves to her waist. Her face was round, or oval shaped sort of like Edwards but it was hard to tell because she was so young and held so much of her adolescent baby fat. Her cloths were ripped and dirty and I saw the pain in her big blue/green eyes.
I had mistaken the feeling for familiar interest, that she reminded me of myself, and in a way she did but that was not what drew me to her, I knew that now. The feeling so deep it had drawn me to her – and unfortunately Riley as well – had been a maternal love, a mothers worry and interest. It was sort of strange, we were not that far apart in age, three to four years at most but then again had I not been more like the mother to my own mother?
"Sorry, I hit a spot didn't I?" Diego muttered. I looked at him and shook my head.
"No, I mean yes, but it's okay. I just realized something, I guess you gave me something like a epiphany. I wondered what had drawn me to Bree in the beginning now I know. I guess in a way your right, I am her mother in a vampire creator sort of way." I nodded to myself and Bree looked at me with new eyes, they were no longer holding fear or weariness but a understanding and curiosity...I thought I saw the workings of a caring and maybe loving emotion but it was gone before I could comprehend.
"What was the feeling?" she whispered, her eyes locked on mine and I smiled, a real happy smile that for once reached my eyes.
"Maternal love," I answered and she smiled back and if she could blush I was sure she would.
"Ah, I guess I did a good thing. I brought mother and daughter together." Diego said, whipping away fake tears. I turned and glared.
"To soon for such a comment Diego, way to soon." He chuckled and nodded rubbing the back of his neck.
"This is nice, your both nice, not like the others. You ever try to have a conversation with one of them?" Diego announced. I laughed, oh I had tried but it always ended badly.
"Nope, I haven't."
"It doesn't end well," I said, filling Bree in on what she had missed, or not missed depending on your perspective.
"She's right, Mama's been through that a few times haven't ya?" Diego asked, a teasing smirk on his face. I growled softly at him and nodded.
"Yep, bunch of bloody idiots. Excuse my pun." Bree chuckled and shivered as if thinking of something horrible. I looked down to notice my jacket was still off and sighed before reaching for it only to realize Bree had it in her lap. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, your scent...it's calming," Bree mumbled, keeping her eyes locked on the leather jacket which had one ripped sleeve. I smiled and nodded.
"Keep it, I have a few at the ho...hmm I wonder if our stuff was taken when they left?" Bree and Diego looked at me before shrugging.
"I'm sure it was, they are greedy bastards, and if not I am sure Freaky Fred took yours for you," Diego said and I smiled and nodded. Of course Fred would have taken my stuff for me, Bree looked from me to the jacket and at my nod she tore off her ripped, almost disfigured hoddie and put the jacket on. It was a little big on her, so it fell to her abdomen instead of ribcage and it was loser in the arms but it wasn't a horrible fit, just comfortable.
"Back to what I was saying. Wouldn't Riley's standards be higher if he surrounded himself with decent vampires? If we're here to to protect her, shouldn't he be looking for the smart ones?"
"So Riley doesn't need brains." Bree reasoned. "He needs numbers." I smiled to myself, they were smarter then I gave them credit for. I knew a bit more then all the newborns about the reason we were created but I was sworn to secrecy less I wish to be dust in the wind. I was a good fighter but if Riley and our creator gained up on me I'd never win. I knew enough to know our creator was between three and two centuries old by now.
"Like chess, he's not making knights and bishops."
"We're just pawns," Bree realized her eyes wide. I sighed, looking down at my lap and felt my unneeded air get stuck in my throat. She did not realize how right she was. We were all pawns in a twisted game, and no matter what Riley or our creator would promise us, we'd all die in the end. It was why I did not plan to stick around long enough for the final battle – I would pretend to be the loyal solider but in the end I'd be the deserter. My plans were crumbling in front of my eyes though, what if Bree and Diego – yes I was beginning to like the weird boy more and more by the minute – planed to stay or did not realize everything soon enough? I blinked as I heard the conversation take a different turn.
"Don't worry," Diego said. "Some dim light gets in here when it is sunny but it doesn't hurt." He shrugged and I took in Bree staring with weary fear at the light that was growing by the second. I felt a lump in my throat and scooted closer to Bree almost sitting in front of her, if the light got to bright and reached over to were she was it would hit me before touching her. I guess you could say I was going to be the test subject for that.
"Seriously Bree, Bella. I've been down here before during the day. I told Riley about this cave – and how it was mostly filled with water, and he said it was cool if I ever need to get away from the madhouse of things going on back at the house. Anyways, does it look like I got singed?"
"No," Bree finally spoke. "But..."
"Look," Diego said as he crawled swiftly to the tunnel and stuck his hand up it to the elbow. My eyes widened and Bree let out a small gasp. "Nothing."
I heard Bree take in a unneeded breath and nod once.
"Relax! Do you want me to see how how I can go?" As he spoke he stuck his head into the hole and began to climb.
"Diego!" I called, harshly.
"Diego, don't!" Bree called after me. "I'm relaxed I swear!" But he was already out of sight. I snarled, and clinched my fist and teeth before breathing out the air I did not need.
"I'm gonna tare his hands off."
"I'll help if he gets himself killed," Bree whispered next to me. I looked down at her and smiled she smiled back and I turned back to the tunnel which Diego had disappeared up. He was laughing now – it sounded like he was many feet up and some dirt was falling loosely down the tunnel behind him. I hoped he didn't cave us in.
"No estoy quemando," he called back with some teasing. "Wait...is that...? Ow!"
"DIEGO!" Bree called up the hole, though she was feet away from it. After a moment of silence she leaped across the cave and stuck her head in. I moved to pull her back, afraid for her, it appeared I was wrong about the sun not hurting us but then as I got close I saw Bree flinch back from something and Diego's voice saying, "BOO!"
"Funny," Bree spoke dryly. She moved back to me as Diego came back into the cave.
"That wasn't very funny to me, what if you had been hurt? Ever heard of the boy who cried wolf, well I'm about to show you my inner wolf," I snarled and moved forward but I stopped as I felt a small delicate hand on my wrist. I looked behind me and my eyes widened as I saw the pleading look in Bree's eyes. I sighed, and nodded.
"Don't do it again," I demanded of him. He gulped but nodded, he didn't seem to have lost his mischievous glint but I rolled my eyes and sat against a cave was, Bree was beside me.
"You both need to unwind. I've looked into this, okay? Indirect sunlight doesn't hurt."
"So your saying I could stand under a shady tree and be perfectly fine?" I looked to Diego and furred my eyes at his sheepish expression.
"I did once." We both stared at him, waiting for the grin. It had to be a joke, but the grin never came and I realized first that he was being completely serious.
"Riley said..." Bree began but Diego shrugged.
"I know what Riley said," he agreed. "Maybe Riley doesn't know as much as he says he does." I bit back a snort. Oh, Riley knew, Riley knew a hell of a lot more then he was letting us know. I wished more then anything that I could tell them what I knew but I had no death wish.
"Shelly and Steve! Doug and Adam. That red haired kid! All of them didn't listen and became toast!" Bree tried to reason. Diego shrugged, sighing and running a hand through black hair.
No, they had not become toast. I assume they are living somewhere else, living like other vampires would. Away from as much human contact as possible. They had simply learned something I had suspected for months now. I could never test it, what if I was wrong, I'd never admit it, but I was afraid of death, afraid of the pain. I more afraid I'd never see the Cullens again, never regain my memory – which I knew was most likely the case as most vampires had very little memory of being human – but I was more afraid of what I'd learn if and when I gained my memory back. I suppose there was no point in worrying over something that may never happen, if I didn't find a way out of this before the shit hit the fan – or when we went to attack the yellow eyes more like – then I was a dead...deader girl walking. I was a good fighter like I said before, but I knew, I simply knew these yellow eyes would chew me up and spit me back out.
"Maybe, maybe they didn't. You know a lot of the myths you read or see in the movies...it doesn't add up!" Diego exclaimed. Bree blinked tilting her head to the side in confusion.
"What? I don't understand."
"Think about it, what do vampires do during the day?" Bree looked at him in shock and confusion before shrugging and answering.
"Sleep I guess."
"Right, vampires sleep during the day in coffins. They are so knocked out that people can sneak in and stake them while they sleep and they'll never wake up to know. That's another thing, do you really think a stake is going to penetrate us?" I snorted, definitely not.
"That is unlikely, I've be thrown into trees before, they snap like toothpicks and I never got a scratch...no blood either, not even when our limbs are torn off. Just white...the only color we have is our hair and eyes, the only thing that is red on us is our eyes. We have no blood to bleed...vampires have fleshy skin and blood in the movies and books," I mentioned, and Diego nodded. Bree seemed to be soaking it all in but she was almost in shock from this overload of information. Maybe she wasn't ready to take this in, maybe she was still to young?
"I hadn't really thought about it, I mean obviously not a normal piece of wood. Maybe one with magical properties?" Bree suggested. Diego scuffed and I burst into fits of laughter. Magical properties, that was a good one.
"Please," Diego snorted.
"You've been reading to much Harry Potter haven't you?" I asked. Bree rolled her eyes and sighed, tugging on her long brown hair. Which made her seem even younger then what she was.
"Well I don't know, I ain't going to just stand still and let some human run me through with a filed broom handle." Diego – still with a disgusted look on his face, as if magic was the most absurd thing he had ever heard of lifted his hands above his head and began clawing and digging at the limestone above his head. I narrowed my eyes, what was he up to now?
"What are you doing?" Bree asked.
"Experimenting." limestone shards fell into his hair as he clawed, he was now clawing with both hands and continued to dig until he could stand upright.
"Diego, stop! You dig to the surface and you'll explode!" Bree called. I contemplated rushing over and pulling his leg off again, just to see if he would continue this unhealthy and risky experimenting.
"I'm not trying to – ah, here we go!" there was a loud crack and another one but no light and I breathed a sigh of relief though Bree still looked worried. I sighed as he dripped back down with a tree root of some kind. It was sharp at where he had broken it off at and I blinked as he threw it to Bree.
"Stake me." I blinked, was he serious? Fool! I thought shaking my head. Bree threw it back in a instant and shook her head.
"Whatever," she said, not even looking at him but at the dirt under us.
"Come on, you know it won't hurt me," he argued.
"Nope." Diego sighed and I narrowed my eyes.
"Give me that, I'll stake you. Stupid fool," I declared and held out my hand. Bree looked at me in shock and shook her head. I ignored her and moved forward but to my shock Bree grabbed my ankle and I looked back at her.
"Please," she whispered and I sighed. I shook my head at Diego and moved back to sit beside Bree.
"Count yourself lucky, if I had staked you I would have made it stick." Diego laughed and then as if nothing was going to happen he thrust the stake where his heart would be. I heard Bree gasp and her eyes widened and I was sure mine had as well. So I right to some degree, most of the myths about vampires were just that, myths.
"See, nothing," Diego boasted letting the splinters of what used to be the tree root fall to his feet. Bree sighed I relief and I glared at him and he smiled sheepishly. The boy held no fear, I wondered if that was his gift, lake of self-preservation. I chuckled, for some reason that phrase seemed funny and ironic.
I had been so deep into my thoughts again I had not noticed Diego having a discussion. I raised a eyebrow at the end of it, why would they need a secret handshake? If they were mates all they need was a good kiss and maybe in the future third base – I shuddered the thought of my little Bree having intimate relations with Diego made me sick – I froze though. When did Bree become mine? I had come to terms with the fact I felt maternally for Bree but I was already claiming her as my daughter? For some reason the jolt of pain return from my chest to my womb and I felt like I was forgetting something, something heartbreaking and important.
"Add this to the list," she began. "Agenda. As in what is his."
"Bulls-eye. That is exactly what we have to find out. But first, another experiment." I looked to Bree to find she was glaring at Diego as he disappeared back up his hole. I didn't like seeing Bree worried but I felt that she would be like this for a while, worrying over something, hell we all would.
"You better be digging for garlic," Bree called to him. Diego laughed, sounding miles up.
"Those are just stories Bree!" he called back down. I wasn't so sure, but then again I wouldn't doubt anything now.
"Bree get out of that water, your cloths will never dry at this rate," I scolded Bree. She looked at me in shock but looked down sheepishly and if she could blush I knew she would. She bit her lip and then moved slowly to get out, all the while we could hear Diego laughing at the scolding. I rolled my red eyes and pulled Bree behind me to my side, if the light was going to hurt anyone besides Diego first it would be me. She whimpered seeming to know my plan and tried to move in front of me but I shot her one of my worst glares and she moved more into my side instead. Good.
"Please stop, Diego," Bree whispered and I sighed in exasperation, that boy was going to be a pain in my ass I knew it.
"Trust me Bree," he called back.
"Ah, almost...got it!" we heard but saw no light and then no screams so we figured he was alright. Then he dripped back down and was holding a root, a thick snaky root almost as tall as Bree if not a bit taller.
"I'm not completely reckless you know," he said as he saw our looks. I glared at him and he chuckled and then looked up. Without warning he stabbed the root upwards and then sunk to his knees as there was a final avalanche of dirt and pebbles. The light came and I jerked away with Bree closer to me but to my surprise Diego did not, he didn't seem hurt either. He stood to the side of it, well knelled. As if in slow motion he stuck a hand in and I gasped. Rainbows seem to reverberate around the cave from his sparkling hand and I got a flash of Edward, doing the same in a wide open meadow which was beautiful. It was a quick flash a clearer vision of the one before, I could almost make out a conversation. Almost.
But while I was experiencing this Bree seemed to have reacted moment before and tackled Diego, the light got brighter and I looked to Bree and Diego, Bree was on top of Diego, her leg, had been caught in the light, but nothing bad was happening, it was just illuminated.
"Bree!" Both Diego and I yelled and she rolled over and did not look at her leg in fear. I chuckled and moved to her, edging around the light in fear that it would cause Bree distress. I laied a hand on her head, running it through her silky hair.
"How bad is it?" Bree asked as she closed her eyes.
"What do you mean Bree?" I ask.
"My leg, how much damage is there to?" I did not make a sound, she really thought the light had harmed her? She felt no pain I knew this she would have screamed if in pain and I was sure if the sun did cause us to catch fire we would be screaming our lungs out – not that we needed lungs but still.
"Mom!" Bree cried in annoyance and I looked to her shocked. She gasped and opened her eyes, looking at me with wide red eyes.
"I'm...sorry, it slipped," she mumbled. I blinked before smiling. I liked it, it made me feel good, but it also made the pain from my chest to my womb grow for a split second. I lashed out and pulled her into a hug.
"I don't mind, though you probably shouldn't call me that in front of the others, only alone or when with Diego," I whispered to her. She smiled.
"I've never had a mom before, its nice." I chuckled and Diego smiled as well, happy for us.
"By the way Bree, you leg looks great, nothing is wrong," he said. She looked down shocked but then smiled and looked back to us.
"Did you see what happened? The light?" I asked her. She shook her head and I looked to Diego and he nodded and put his hand back in the light. I heard Bree gasped as she shot to her knees.
"Unreal!" she breathed as she took in the sparkling and rainbows coming form his hand.
"Bree, Bella, you got to try this!" we looked to each other and the to the light and I put my hand on her shoulder and nodded but went first. As we got closer we stood under his hole, which was pretty large put my hand in first as the light reflected off my wrist, making my scars more noticeable, I smiled and nodded to Bree. She hesitated but slowly her hand was beside ours. The light show had intensified and we laughed looking around. It was beautiful.
Diego jumped into the center and then looked to us as the lights went crazy, becoming brighter.
"Come on, lets get out of here," he said and then like a badger he was up the hole. I looked to Bree and shrugged.
"I'll go first," it was a statement not a suggestion and she knew this as I leaped up and followed Diego out into the harsh light of day. As I rolled onto the grass under me I smiled as Bree came next standing beside me, looking at Diego in wonder and then at me. I did not know exactly what I must look like but Bree looked beautiful, the light made her glow, sparkle and her hair thought mixed with shades of brown stood out more, her eyes did as well, seeming brighter. I listed a arm to look at and though it was beautiful it was blemished by the dozen or so scars crisscrossing up and down my arms. All together I might have a hundred and fifty bite but I knew some people could have more. For some reason a flash of a blond man, I recognized him as Jasper Hale, Alice's mate came to me. For some reason I felt he might have dozens more then me, I didn't know why or how but it made since.
"You beautiful!" Bree breathed out. I looked up at her and raised a eyebrow.
"Not that you were not before but you look like a angel now," she said and I chuckled, I was far from a angel.
"You girls coming or not!" Diego yelled from feet away sparkling just as we were in the sun. We looked at each other and I jumped up from my position and took Bree's hand in mine and we walked towards Diego together.
A/N: Hey all, sorry it took so long. It turned out longer then I expected. Ok I have twist to run by everyone one. First I'll ask, how many people would flay me alive if I had Bella and Edward being intimate with each other before he left? I know it doesn't seem like something he'd do but he is a man who would never see his love again, or so he thinks. Of course this means he got her pregnant, but with her being turned she would forever be pregnant but that is were the twist comes in. I am giving Bree a gift, it was always intended for her to have the gift of Humanity. In other words she can influence life - humans, animal, nature to a point and vampires. She can not do something as big as turn you human but her gift is why she is so controlled and stuff, but she has no control over it yet. A part of this gift is fertility, she can make a female fertile, the males never lose their ability so it doesn't work on the males. The process sort of turns the female vampire into a half breed in a since...I plan for Bree to be inknowingly using her power to bring Bella's reproductive organs back into use, so that jolt of pain in her womb is Bree and her dormant memory of her baby. She knew she was pregnant when she was human but she no longer has this memory, so she'll shocked when Nessie starts making herself known. Now just because Bella is technically pregnant doesn't mean she will jump into Edwards arms, she still has amnesia and is upset with him. Now this is simply a twist I am thinking about I want to know what you all think about it.
CIAO!