Bree's second chance
Chapter three (Bree's POV):
My story. Where do I begin? There's nothing really to tell but the beginning seems like a good place to start. I cleared my throat shyly and began:
"Well, my name is Bree Tanner and I was 15 years old before I was...changed. My mother walked out on my father and I when I was three years old and never came back." The memory brought pain into my gut, and the warrior flinched. I continued.
"After my mother left, things got real bad. My father lost it. Every day he would return home, the awful stench of alcohol following him. He would be drunk and drugged up, out of his mind." The memories came flooding back; torturing me.
"He started knocking me around a bit, but I have never blamed him for the things he did. He just thought the whole world was against him, no help, no comfort. What could he do? Well, it started getting worse, he "- I couldn't continue. A large lump covered my throat. It took me a minute to carry on.
"Well, anyway. I knew I couldn't survive long if I stayed much longer, so I took off. I soon realised though what my Father must had been going through. I had no money, no shelter, no food: nothing. I would have done anything for scraps of food, and I'm not proud of what I did. But it is what I had to do to stay alive. No one came looking for me; no one knew I was gone. No one cared. I didn't mind though, because I didn't care either. I had nothing to live for." It killed me inside just remembering.
"One night I was in a really bad state though. I remember that I hadn't eaten for going on four days. I knew the end was coming, but could do nothing about it. It was so cold that evening." The thought sent a shiver up my back.
"I was lying in the cold street, waiting for the darkness to take me over when someone tapped me lightly on the back. He said to me "Hey kid, want a burger?" I was so famished, starving. So I agreed. He was so beautiful. I knew I would have to give him something in return, but it didn't matter. I was so hungry..."
" Well, it was the most painful burger that I ever ate in my entire human life. I remember the fire, burning, blazing, smothering. I soon learnt the man's name, Riley. He took me to her when I was writhing in pain." I had to skip the next bit. The memories bought the burning back to strongly, to vivid.
"Anyway, I knew something big was coming. Riley got real mad whenever our numbers decreased, but what could he expect? Around 20 new vampires, ravenous for blood, looked in a basement all day? Well, it turns out I was not alone in my suspicions, Diego..." The worst pain hit me then, the memories of my true love, gone forever. I grimaced unintentionally, the warrior mimicking my expression.
"Riley told us that the yellow eyes were challenging us. He lied. He said that Seattle was once your land, and that you were coming back to take it. Take our blood. He said that we had to defeat you; he said that the first to kill the girl could have her. He said it would be an easy victory. He lied." Anger welled up inside of me.
"When I arrived at the fight though, it was obvious that Riley had deceived us all. Everyone was dead. I did not want to die for Riley's lies. I did not want to die for her. And you know the rest. Really, all I wanted was a normal life, one filled with love and joy. I guess I don't deserve it though. Why else would I be where I am now, so lost..."
For the first time I looked up, pulling myself out from the deep memories and feelings telling my life story had caused. I looked into six pitiful eyes starring right at me.