A/N: So, so, so sorry I didn't update for a long, long, long, long time… But, here it is!

Bree POV

Carlisle was shocked, "I don't know if that is a good choice. You are still a newborn, there is no way you will be able to control your thirst."

"Her dad has been really cruel to her. Let her get some revenge," Edward said.

That was really the only thing I wanted. I wanted my father to pay for everything he did to me! He doesn't know how to treat a human being. I want to see him suffer! Edward was persuading Carlisle to let me do what I wanted.

"Come on Carlisle, why not?" asked Edward.

"Okay. Bree, you have our permission to go to your father and do whatever you want with him," said Carlisle.

"Thanks," I said, to everyone.

*Later that afternoon, in the Cullen's sitting room *

I was lying on the couch that I used as a bed – for now anyway - and thinking about what to do to my 'Father'. I could dress up in dirty, hobo-ish clothes… I wonder if Alice has anything like that. I doubt it, but I could always make some clothes dirty and ripped, so my father will think that I am begging to come back after I ran away.

"I'm sure Alice will kill you," said Edward.

"Why would she do that?" I asked, horrified.

"She won't let you ruin your clothes," Edward explained.

I was still terrified, "But she won't actually kill me, will she?"

"Of course not!" Emmet assured me,

I felt relieved. I wondered when we would go. It was Edward who answered my mental question, as I knew he would, "I think it would be better to go at night. So there won't be sun."

"I agree with Edward, we don't want to get exposed," Jasper said.

"We don't want another visit from the Voultori, and just when they did us this wonderful favour," Esme said.

"When at night exactly?" I asked.

"Midnight… it sound spookier," Emmet said.

Silly…

But it is true, midnight is spookier. When everyone is asleep. And no-one will hear a thing.

"What do you think, Bree?" asked Carlisle.

"What?" I asked, completely puzzled.

"Is midnight okay with you? Or would you prefer another time?" Carlisle asked softly.

"It would be fine."

I went over to Alice's room and, before I could knock, Alice said, "Come in"

"I want to–" but Alice cut me off, "I know. You want to ruin my clothes."

I frowned, disappointed. "But for you, I would do anything!" Alice said.

I immediately brightened up, and she seemed happier too.

"So, I was thinking we could get one of Emmet's t-shirts and rip it up. Then maybe cover it in dirt and stuff," Alice said.

"But why Emmet's? That will look huge on me!"

"That is kind of the point. Don't you want to look hobo-ish?"

"Well, yeah... I do." I said.

"Okay then," she said, "How about this one?" she took a baby blue t-shirt of Emmet's and showed it to me.

"Why not?" I allowed, "But what about pants? I would never fit in Emmet's pants."

Alice was a little busy ripping up the t-shirt, but I knew she heard me.

"That's why you are going to use my shorts, and I'm going to rip those up too!"

"Okay," I said.

*At ten PM that night*

"So," began Carlisle, "Are you ready Bree?"

I hurried down the stairs and nodded. I didn't want to ruin the makeup that Alice put on me, to make it seem more real that I was a runaway.

"Wow," Rosalie said "Alice did a great job!"

A rush of wind, and tiny Alice was right beside me. "Thank you," she said, and beamed at Rosalie.

Everybody was smiling. I wonder why…

But now I had bigger problems to worry about. I guess dad will still be really mad at me, and poor; still…

But now, as a vampire, I could handle my dad. Unless he had a knife. Would a knife leave a mark, or affect me at all?

"No, the only thing that leaves a mark is our venom," Edward answered me.

"Oh," I said.

"What?" Alice asked.

"She was wondering," Edward said.

"About?" asked Jasper, probably thinking it was about him.

"If a knife would be any use against her skin."

I was wondering about what car we would take, because most of the cars were expensive. They won't give a good 'Runaway' impression. I wondered if we would even need a car. I'm sure we could just run. It would be really cool to run, because, even as a human, I loved running.

"We could just run, Carlisle," Edward said.

I didn't notice that they were discussing ways to go there until Edward said that. "That would be possible too," Carlisle agreed.

"As long as it won't mess up her hair, clothes, makeup or anything else like that," Alice said.

It sounded so 'Alice'. No-one would care about something like that in these circumstances, except her. I love Alice!

I assumed Edward was listening in again, because he smiled to himself.

"What are we waiting for?" I asked.

"Do you still remember the place?" Carlisle answered, with a question of his own.

I shrugged, "I guess so."

"Nothing, I guess," Emmet said, answering my old question.

"So why are we here?" I asked "We should be going!"

"Let's go!" they said.

*At the door Bree's old place*

"How do you plan to do this?" Rosalie wondered, talking so low that no human had a chance of hearing.

"I have absolutely no idea," I answered.

"You could go in, pretend that you are sorry, and then torture him… slowly," Alice offered.

"Why not," I agreed.

I knocked on the door, and waited. My family waited behind trees, to remain unseen. Inside the house, I heard the sound of someone cussing, and getting up from his bed. The man slowly walked to the door, opened it, and smiled.

He didn't smile nicely, but in an evil way; showing twisted joy. "Bree, what a surprise," He said.

If the words were spoken nicely, they could have been welcoming. But there was nothing welcoming about his tone. "Hey," was all I could say.

"I told you that you would starve, now COME HERE!" he shouted, then he grabbed me, and hit me against the wall.

If I were human, I would have started to bleed. But instead I got up and said, "You don't know anything anymore."

"You dare talk back to your father?" he demanded.

"I dare talk back to you, but you are not my father!" I screeched.

"Don't talk to me like that!"

"I will talk to you however I want!"

"Get over here! It's time for your drink."

I know what that meant… he meant giving me bleach to drink. And I usually let him, but not this time.

"No," I said, loud and clear, "Tonight, you will be the one drinking!"

"I don't think so."

Moving so fast, he didn't have a chance to react, I grabbed the drink from him, and got to a position that I was the one going to feed it to him. "You wouldn't," he said.

"Actually, I will!"

And I did. I forced his mouth open so hard, that blood trickled down his cheek, if this were a normal human, I would have stopped there and drank his blood, but it smelled disgusting. I forced him to drink the 'Drink', like he had been doing to me for almost 16 years.

"Get that stuff out of my mouth!" he ordered.

"You are in no position to order me to do anything. And you will be drinking this, like I did."

"I never did this to you," he lied.

"Yeah," I said, shoving the 'Drink' more and more, "You never did this to me!"

I got bored of the bleach thing, so I got a knife from the kitchen drawer, and sliced it over his cheek. And again over his arm, and his foot. I cut one of his toes off. Then one of his fingers. I giggled quietly to myself, this was so much fun!

Then, I cut off the beard that he was so proud of off. And then, I decided to stab him. I stabbed him in so many places that he started begging me to stop. I ignored his cries of help.

*Flashback*

It was a cold, winter evening, and Mr. Tanner was annoyed at his 8 year old daughter, Bree. He stabbed her, and left her bleeding. Then took her to the forest near his house. If not for the woodchopper, little Bree would not be found.

*Flashback Ends*

I knew exactly what to do with him. Bury him alive. I won't kill him, but I wanted him to die a slow, horrible death.

"I'm going to take you to the top of the mountain, and bury you in an anthill." I told Father.

I was going to drag him outside, but then I heard police sirens outside the house.

A/N: Sorry for the cliffy, and sorry that I didn't update in a while. So… REVIEW!