Chapter four (Bree's POV)
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Too good to be true:
The serene Esme was the first one to react. Arms spread wide; she came over to me with sympathy flooding her face. I cringed away from the physical contact she offered me, I had been starved of love and emotion for too long, no longer sure how to react.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Jasper make a slight, sharp movement with his head, to which Esme reacted to. Instead of the intended motion, she simply sat beside me. This in itself was more than I ever thought I would get – just the feeling of support from this stranger.
Esme cleared her throat... "Well Bree, I feel as though I speak on behalf of the whole family when I say that you are safe now."
Carlisle added "do not threat young one; as long as you follow the rules and behave, you have nothing to fear. We will protect you, as long as you deserve our protection."
Nodding, I agreed with all the power I had. I wanted my second chance to work out. I really did.
"Well then Bree, welcome to the Cullen family!" chirped a voice down at the other end of the table. I could see that jasper, who I assumed to be Alice's partner, did not like Alice talking to me, almost as though he feared me. Well, that's if the slight growl that he let out at the mere mention of my name gave me any indication.
I really couldn't believe what was happening to me, but to be honest, I was not about to sit here and threat about everything, I would wait. I would wait to be pulled under by my questioning thoughts and speculations until I was alone.
"Well Bree, you may need to get...erm...cleaned up and things. I can see you've had a rough couple of months."Carlisle stated.
Huh, make that a rough couple of years I mentally added.
For some reason, the corner of Edwards perfectly sculpted mouth, who had re entered the room now (alone I might add), pulled up into a half grimace as I thought this, a reaction I could not put my finger on.
"Oh, how rude of us! Please, Bree, follow me. I'll happily show you to your room!"
Scrutinising Alice's outstretched hand; I nodded in approval and followed her up the sweeping staircase.
"The bathrooms first on your left. You can stay in the guest room for a couple of hours if that's okay, just until we fix you up something more permanent."
Again, I nodded in approval and stumbled into the bathroom. That's when I got a really good look at myself in the mirror. Well, it didn't look like me at all. A frightened imp in the shadows of darkness. I could see why I needed to clean up. My hair was a mass of tangles stuck to the perspiration trickling down my forehead. My eyes, blood red in the glow of the overhead light, fresh from the blood Riley made us drink. "Urgh".
I did not realise where the sound had come from for a second, but it was me making a repulsed sound at the very mention of that monsters name.
My frame, so brittle it looked as though I would snap at any minute. My stomach heaved as I realised I had not fed in over five days; the burning in my throat was unbearable at that moment. It looked as though my bones would jump out of my taunt skin if I did not feed soon. My jaws as sharp as blades looked as though they would slice right through my skin.
My clothes shred to pieces, hanging limply around my body. Around the other vampires, the only thought was blood; clothes were not the first thing on my mind. I realised then how I must have looked to the others, a stain on a newly cleaned surface.
Tearing of my cloth remnants, I could no longer look at the thing in the mirror pretend to be me. That was not me. I refuse to believe it. I crawled into the shower. Mmmmmm, when was the last time I felt hot water? I can't even remember.
Dragging a brush through my knots, I throw a towel around me and make my escape to the spare bedroom. I did not look around, as I realised that I would not be staying. This was all too good to be true. I cursed myself for getting my hopes up. What did I think this was, hospitality? Kindness? All these feeling left the world when Diego was...No, still too painful.
Throwing on the clothes left on the bed without even looking, I sharply turned around to the voice of a growl. I turned and faced the danger head on, knowing there was no hope...
Thanks for reading, sorry about the wait! I thought of some good ideas and twists for this story and decided to carry on where I left off. Please review and tell me if you feel as though I should carry on. Thank you!