Title: Intangible
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"I'm a new soul. I came to this strange world, hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take."
Yael Naim
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Bree POV
I entered the house, my eyes warily snapping from room to room. I'm griping onto Alice's elbow and cautiously inhaling in the room. The scent is entirely too familiar and I am overwhelmed, but too full of animal blood to do anything on it. Jasper is watching me with this intense look on his face and before I can stop myself I'm crinkling my face into disgust when I look up at his. Such handsome people, such ugly faces, such ugly intents. It's almost poetic. I hear a snort and I look over at it's origin to see a smirking Rosalie and a chuckling Emmett.
"Tone down the animosity brother," Emmett states and I feel my lip quirk upward at the playfulness in that tone.
"Big word for you, Emmett," Jasper replies and I let a smile freely grace my lips.
"You guys are totally dorks." The sentence pops out of my mouth and I await the lecture for saying something mean around these literate and articulate geniuses as I cringe before I can apologize for being an idiot, there's a booming laughter followed by a light chuckle as I open my eyes to see Alice giggling into the palm of her hand and Rosalie chuckling, the laughter omitting from Emmett. Jasper's rolling his eyes, and considering his creepy intentness to I guess protect his family it's a real upgrade.
"S-Sorry," I weakly provide. Rosalie shakes her head.
"Don't apologize for telling the truth, too many people lie, honesty's a rarity." Her voice is wise and I'm absolutely curious of this woman who holds herself so high and looks like a princess from a story book, but I'm also cautious of her, beauty is deceiving.
Hah, if only I'd learnt that lesson earlier.
"Edward took Bella into your room to grab the alibi clothes to show Charlie," I turn my eyes to Esme who smiles briefly at me, "she's changing as we speak at Charlie's home while he's in La Push. Alice maybe you want to go over and help, switch with Edward?" Alice nods.
"Right," she smiles at me, "if you have any questions never be too afraid to ask Bree, we're a family now and we're going to work hard to make sure you're perfectly aware of that." I nod hesitantly.
"Thank you." I murmur and her smile only grows before she pauses.
"Esme maybe you could grab some clothes from my closet for Bree?" Her eyes size me up before she adds: "I don't think Rose or your clothes will fit her, she's only a few inches shorter than me so maybe they'll only be a little loose?" She trails off, but before Esme can give a reply, Rosalie interjects.
"I'll do it," every turns with surprised eyes to her, I just shift my gaze between them awkward because apparent on the shock from their faces, she doesn't normally help out. "Don't delve too deep into it." She murmurs sourly again before moving forward to grab my wrist and tug me towards the stares. "Have fun with Bella, Alice." I wave at them, Jasper looks befuddled but Rosalie doesn't give me the chance to turn around completely before I'm following her up the stairs.
It's quiet and I falter, I don't really like the silence right now. I know if it gets anymore silent, I'll start thinking and once I start thinking, it'll only go downhill. I'll reflect on my life, I'll reflect on my second life, I'll go on to remember the people I've met in both of my lives. I just need a distraction.
"Can I call you Rose?" I blurt out, scared that I'm going to disappear if I start to think again to fill the silence. She looks back at me and finally we're in the hallway.
"Sure, Bree, if it makes you more comfortable." Rose murmurs this look entering her eyes, I shift my gaze uncomfortably. She shakes her head before pointing at the rooms and their respective owners.
"I think this spare room will be yours and you know that Alice is going to decorate it until you get perfection." She informs me, obviously from her tone she doesn't care as much about perfect clothes or decorations. Probably because they're already too perfect.
"I mean I guess, she's the real fashionista here then?" Rose laughs.
"She's the Queen of Fashion," I smile at the fond mood that's almost like a she's-annoying-but-I-love-her way.
"Being alive for centuries gets kind of boring," Rose adds before the question can linger, she jerks her head toward Alice's door. "You smell awful, we should get you changed." I nod in agreement, disgust apparent on my face as I sniff my completely ruined clothes.
"I guess deer-blood will do that do a person, didn't think I'd ever end up smelling like a some creepy hunter's fantasy decor." This gains another laugh and I guess a sense of familiarity settles into me. It's weird because I haven't had this routine in my life in a long time, and well...
It feels good.
In the end, I feel a lot cleaner and a lot better. There's something therapeutic about it. Kind of biblical in it's own sense, y'know washing away sins and what not. My hair is clean, it's a real shower not swimming through rivers to hide bodies and I like the way it feels. I wash my hair until I can run my fingers easily through the thick, curly mess and my skin is scrubbed clean and I know it'd be a pink-raw color if it could change from it's marble. I smell like vanilla and I feel better than I did earlier; more like myself. When I exit I wipe all the water droplets off before taking the pink robe Rose left me. I think it's her's because it drops to a few inches past my knees.
"You smell much better, not at all like a hunter decoration that Alice would simply abhor." I smile shyly and she thrusts a pile of clothes at me. "It's a white summer dress, if you need to go hunting though, we'll change you out of it, if you feel the need, you have to tell us." I nod reassuringly. She nods again, her face serious. "Good." She spins me around before pushing me into the bathroom again. "Tell me when you're done."
"Okay." As I switch the towel onto my wet hair, I slip the dress on after the undergarments. I'm able to pull the zipper all the way up and even tie the white ribbon into a bow in the back. It's cinched just a couple of inches above the waist, and it had a poofed out to the ending an inch or two above my knees. It's looser than I thought, but I tie it tight enough so that the chest area is less in view and instead it's taunt on my small torso. I almost cringe, apart of me wishes I had been a lovelier selection of a vampire. More like Rosalie who's tall, long straight golden hair, even her animal-blood eyes are better then these haunting red ones.
"Done!" I call out and when the door opens, Rose's face lights up in a way I don't understand and she closes the door before fishing out a brush from the drawer then plugging in the dryer. Why is she helping me?
"For our kind, it's not necessary for us to primp and pine to be beautiful creatures. It's natural, you'll get there, plus your hair is very long and so it's tedious to wait for it to dry." She informs me brushing through the knots, I nod and stare at myself in the mirror before courage rises in my throat.
"Why're you so nice to me?" I ask vocalizing my thoughts. "Aren't newborns like the scum of the vampires?" I add. Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, they speak volumes to me.
"Is that what you think of yourself?" She asks, her voice is gentle and her gaze is penetrating. I nod once, dipping my head down. "You're not, Bree. You just weren't brought into this world right. None of us are." Her gaze shifts back to my hair and I look down, fiddling with my fingers before filling the silence of her relieving me.
"His exact words to me were: want a burger kid?" I announce, my voice louder than I imagined. "He led me down an alleyway. I'd run away from Idaho because my father was abusive. I genuinely thought he was going to feed me, but I was wrong. It was so very painful and I wish I'd known because if I had, I would've ran far away." Her hands don't stop their gentle journey of brushing my hair. I consider giving my largest confession, the thought I've been avoiding since after the battle.
"I kept my head down and tried not to get killed. We were all volatile, angry, easy to tick off and I'd even lost an arm." I explain pointing to the scar on my arm and I can't stop the small smile finds its way onto my face. "I made one friend, originally, I'd been using him as a shield. He had this power to repel people, and I thought that's what made me invisible to many of the other people, but maybe that was just me." I finish, no I don't think I can talk about him.
"You're a very special girl, Bree." Rose says after a moment and I look up to see her staring at me. "You didn't have a happy ending either, neither did I." My brows furrow out of confusion as she begins drying my hair. I stay quiet and let her tell her, her own origin story.
"I was born in a different era, in 1915, I was the shiny bell amongst brass ones, the shiny nickle of my social group and since my parents were social-climbers I was very well known." She smiles in fond memory as the hot air of the dryer wipes the wet droplets from my locks. "I was Rosalie Hale back then and my father was a banker. Then, one day my mother got me all dolled up and sent me down to my dad's bank with his lunch in hopes I'd catch someone's eye. I did, he was Royce King II and he should've been every girl's dream." Her laugh is humorless and it echoes through the walls, almost making shiver not out of the cold. Like I get cold anymore, if anything the burning in my throat is all I get that's akin to heat.
"It was nothing more than a physical attraction, but I would realize that far too late. My best friend, Vera, had a beautiful life that I envied so very much, not fully appreciating the single life. I thought my life would be more than just that sort of life, but no. The love her husband had for her, for her and her child, was unconditional and not something Royce and I could never have shared." She pauses closing her eyes and I stare at her reflection in the mirror of a caring mother playing with her daughter's hair. "When I was walking home late that night, I stumbled on none-other than my perfect partner and his great pals." A sneer laces onto her pink lips and I gulp at the venom in her words.
"He and his friends, gang-raped me, and then beat me to near death. Carlisle found me, changed me, gave me a new life; that I didn't want. In hopes I could be to Edward what Esme was to him; his mate. I wasn't though, two years after being changed I found Emmett and he's been the center of my galaxy, my mate." She smiled a wider more genuine smile and opened her eyes. "Meeting Emmett almost made being this eternal creature worth it."
"What about Royce?" I ask when I find the courage to, her grin turns slightly more sinister and I realize she's tying my hair back using a rubber band with a spring green ribbon on it.
"I gave him the most poetic death with me a vision of his could've been bride, killing all his chums first to let him know," her smile was more wistful, "that I was after him and I didn't let a single drop spill onto my dress."
"Alice would be proud." I comment. She rolls her eyes, smiling still, before leading me out of Alice's bedroom and into her own where she hands me a summer green cardigan she helps me slip on and tossing a pair of white slippers with bows on the toes from Alice's closet I guess at me. I put them on, it's only a little larger than my own size.
"You look great, kiddo." Rose says with a genuine tone and in gratitude, I slip both my arms around her waist, unsure of how else to thank her for helping me out, I barely come up to her shoulder, so I try to avoid hugging her too hard. When her arms tenderly wrap themselves around me, I feel her embrace me tighter when my own grip loosens.
"I'm picking you, because you look exactly like the daughter, the child, Emmett and I always envisioned. Curly hair like mine, but his color and maybe you'd think of us like parents too?" She's hesitant and she stares down at me with ember eyes. "That's all Em and I could hope, is that you could consider us to be parental figures to you. We'd like to help you.
I need this, this is the new life that you've needed all along. A real family, a better lifestyle.
"I think-I think I'd like that Rose." I reply and her eyes are soft before she manuevers us so that my hand is interlocked with hers as she leads me down the stairs.
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"Esme and I were talking and we were certain that you're going to have to meet the Pack that helped us destroy Victoria's Army." Rosalie explains as we tread down the stairs. She checks her phone. "You won't meet the full pack, Bree, just Sam, Jared, and Embry. Paul and Quil are back with Leah, Seth, at Jacob's place. Jacob's the wolf that was injured saving Leah, I don't know if you remember."
"Wolves? What are mummies and Frankenstein real too?" I ask raising a brow when we arrive in the living room where Alice is back and she's cooking in the kitchen. She rolls her eyes but snickers.
"Wow, kid's got an imagination I'll give her that," Emmett says from where he's lounging on the couch watching TV. I glance at the screen before plopping down beside him quickly.
"Says the guy watching Paranormal Investigators," I snort at the irony. He grins shrugging sheepishly.
"Open minds," he replies and I roll my eyes before glancing over my shoulder at the kitchen where Alice is smiling at me.
"Would you like to help with dinner, Bree?" I nod before standing up and quickly moving in the kitchen, she claps her hands together. "You just look beautiful, Bree, really you do." If I could I'd flush but then...
"What is that smell?" I ask pinching my nose at the most grotesque of scents.
"What the smell of mutts approaching?" There's a slap and I look to see it's Jasper staring at Emmett disapprovingly.
"It's just food, the smell will get better, don't worry." Alice said to reassure me as she sets me on cutting the garlic bread and boiling the noodles. I take the job happily, feeling like a kid amongst adults.
After an hour and thirty minutes, I hear the doorbell ring and voices outside and one above all sticks out.
"It smells, weird, Sam."
"That's food, Seth."
"Shut up Paul, It-smells like vanilla-I just-I UGH, just-nevermind."
"You're being weird, Seth."
When Rosalie opens the door she ushers me to stand beside Emmett, Jasper, Esme, and Carlisle whose changed into new clothing after a speedy return, I'm smiling as kindly as I can. As my eyes slide over all of the toned, large, tan men the shortest one of the six-footers who stands at just six-foot and the oddest feeling settles into my stomach. Like a hook, except not as painful, or something that's pulling me, I clench my fists together. For the weirdest reason, besides the wet dog smell another one slides in. It smells like cinnamon and pumpkins in the August, pink lemonade and cookies in June, Peeps and Easter brunch in May, and like marshmallows and hot chocolate in December. It smells more like home than I've smelt in a while. I blink and shake my head, trying to urge the smell out, before reaching for Rose's hand when the boy steps forward. He's really, really cute.
"H-Hi, I'm Seth," his voice is gentle. Before he can step forward and grasp my hand, Rose steps forward placing an arm in front of me, her eyes narrowed.
"What're you doing Seth? Isn't your Alpha supposed to introduce you?" She jerks her head over gesturing to one of them.
"She has a point, Seth." The man says stepping forward to place an arm on his shoulder.
"But Sam, she's my-my-," he stutters.
"Rose no!"
And that's when the real chaos began.
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