Chapter five

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Bree's POV

The blood rushes to my head as I get slammed into the wall by my attacker. Disorientated and dizzy, I lashed out, flailing my arms around getting nowhere. My attacker was too quick for me though. I receive a heavy blow to my stomach and double over on the floor in pain. My attacker starts to kick me again and again in the abdomen until I can no longer breathe. Right, now I'm really peed off.

Just as the attacker went in for another kick I pounce up from the floor and crash my body against them with all the force I could muster, whilst still gasping for air. Although this knocks them of balance, it is not enough. They return this blow with a snap of my legs and what feels like a stab in the back.

My vision is now completely clouded, and I was only conscious enough to see my attacker leaning over my limp body, teeth bared and growling. This is it. Well, there goes my second chance. I don't know why I got my hopes up, this was to be expected. Right then I wondered who my attacker was. Jasper? Maybe even Carlisle. Damn, I should have seen through that fake and caring pretence down there.

However just as I thought this, my attacker flies into the wall opposite, releasing my neck allowing me to breathe. It was too late though. I was too far gone. Black drowned out my vision completely, but just before it took over I saw. And I knew.

Jasper was pounced on someone with flaming red hair, baring his teeth. My attacker. Victoria...

Jaspers POV

The others came rushing up just as Victoria got away. I had her! I could have killed her, pulled her apart limb by limb and burnt the remains... Well I could have, if she hadn't just got away. Bree's pain was to powerful for me to block out, and it swallowed me up with her. I felt the cold floor against the back of my head then everything went black.

I awoke with someone shaking me. "Carlisle?"

"Jasper, what happened? Who was that?" I could hear the calm in his voice forever present begin to waver.

"Urrgg, my head! Quick, see to Bree, I can't block out her pain.."

"Don't worry" Carlisle replied, "She's being taken care of. Jasper, Jasper focus on me son. You can block this pain out. Just focus on me nothing else, forget the pain. It's not part of you, focus..."

I tried to block the pain with all my might, and gradually it weakened, and only one minute later I could no longer feel the excruciating pain I knew Bree would be feeling right now.

"Son, what happened?"

"The redhead Victoria. She came for Bree. And she would have finished the job if I had came one second later. I tried getting her, but the pain was to strong."

"But why would she want to kill Bree?"

"Well, isn't it obvious?" I heard Edwards voice before I saw his face.

"What?" Carlisle and I both replied in synchronisation.

"Well, she must have heard that Bree escaped the massacre with us, and knew that Bree would tell us everything she knew about her, and she was afraid of being exposed. She knew we would kill her when we knew everything, and also knew that silencing the girl would mean she was safe. There's no doubt she'll return to finish of the job."

"But my bet is that it won't be anytime soon, not now that she knows we're protecting Bree. She's not that stupid. She'll wait until she can attack Bree when she's alone, isolated." I returned to Edwards reasoning.

"We won't let that happen." Was Carlisle's simple response. And I could feel his sheer determination to protect this girl, no doubt especially after we now the hell she's been through. No child deserves this life, but she's been thrust into a cruel world where she must kill or be killed.

"Where's Bree?" I questioned them both.

"The others are tending to her wounds in the attic. I must go and help now. You may also contribute to helping her if you wish, I know how you must know the pain she's going through from firsthand experience Jasper."

Through my perheprial vision I saw Edwards gaze turn from one of confusion to one of understanding as he read my mind and saw what had happened.

Within a flash I was up in the attic and saw the horrific scene unfold. Bree was writhing on pain on the table as Esme did her best to calm her. Carlisle immediately injected Bree with a cloudy substance to which she immediately stopped moving: must be morphine I thought. Edward nodded.

Carlisle got to work on Bree's injuries with quick expertise he possessed due to centuries of practice. I watched as he put Bree Tanner back together.

Thank you for reading! I've left this story for so long and I now have so many new ideas! If you like it I guess I will carry on!