The cogs in my brain whirled around feverishly.

There might be a clue in the urn, right?

I picked up the letter right next to the urn. I opened it, reading:

Dearest Bree, thank you for doing those tasks for us. In return, here is your Diego. Open the urn. Love, Demetri.

I picked up the urn and opened it carefully, holding my breath.

There were ashes inside the urn.

Ashes that smelled of Diego.

I dropped the urn and stumbled back, clutching the letter, crushing it to smithereens. I stared at the urn. Diego was dead. I had been tricked. It was all a ploy.

"Hey, Bree, what's up?" Alice asked perkily, looking around the corner. I didn't look at her. She hurried over to me, her voice concerned.

"What's wrong? What was at the door?" She asked. After a minute of silence, she followed my gaze to were the urn lay, half- shattered. Some of the ashes had spilled out. Her expression was horrified as she fingered the ashes. I slid down to the floor and curled up into a ball, rocking back and forth. I stared at the urn for what seemed like forever. I memorized where ever ripple in the stone was, and where it said Diego on the back of it. I crawled forward and ran my finger along the spot where his name with carved in. I sat there for a long time. I knew where every speck of ash had fallen, and I knew how many there were.

Suddenly I felt strong arms around my shoulders. They were guiding me up, up of out the abyss. I fought back. I kicked until I was sobbing. All I saw was red. It felt like there were needles all over my body. I closed my eyes, and began to hyperventilate. I looked up at the person that had carried me, and he bent down next to me.

"Bree, it's going to be ok." Carlisle whispered, staring into my eyes. I glared at him with all my might. I wanted him to know how much I hated him. He took my away from my Diego.

"I know that you're mad at me right now, but please just stay here for a second, alright?"

I glared harder, and turned my back on him. I heard a soft sigh as he left the room, closing the door behind him. The time passed. Eventually I sat up.

I looked at my desk and cried out. The urn was standing there. I scrambled back on my bed, frantically trying to get out the life that was now a nightmare. I raced over to the door, turning the doorknob feverishly with no avail. The door was locked. I spun back around. My bed had disappeared, and I was in a windowless, doorless chamber. And the urn was in the center of the room, taunting me. It moved closer every second. I sank to the floor, screaming. What was happening to me? I was going insane! I opened my eyes again. The windowless room was gone. I was back on my bed, and the urn wasn't on the desk anymore.

At six in the morning, I walked downstairs slowly, my emotions still lingering in the the wake of the urn. I glanced in the mirror, and was scared to see deep purple circles under my eyes that I hadn't seen yesterday, and I looked more gaunt than usual. I walked into the living room, and saw Carlisle and Esme sitting there, waiting for me. They looked concerned.

"Bree, about last night-" Esme started, but I interrupted her. I didn't mean to; it just came out.

"I'm leaving."

"Bree, what?" Carlisle said, looking shocked,

"I can't stay here anymore, I'm sorry. This life- it's not working out." I said monotonously. They were silent. I moved towards the door.

"Are you sure, Bree?" Esme asked, her voice cracking. I nodded. With one last glance at them, I ran.

I raced through the woods, and climbed up the highest tree. When I reached the branch, I started to sob dryly. What had I done? Everything was in ruins- Diego was definitely dead, I had left my new coven, and the Volturi- the Volturi. Bella. The Volturi. They wanted her changed. What had I done? I had unknowingly set a trap for her. I glanced at my watch. 7 am. I needed to get to her.

I dashed through the forest, having memorized where she lived. I got to her house in five minutes, and I clambered up the tree, searching for her room. Eventually, I found Edward's scent and looked inside. Bella was there, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

Without haste, I smashed the window. Bella shrieked as I flew in, but I silenced her with a look.

"Don't go to the park, it's a trap, it's the Volturi!" I said, resting my hands on her shoulders.

"Bree, what are you talking about?" She said, her eyes darting around the room.

"It's a trap, it's Demetri-"

Bam.

I turned around.

Demetri.

"What have we here? Bree, what about our plan?" He asked calmly, walking towards us slowly.

"You can't do this, Demetri. They are going to change her themselves-" I pleaded.

"Enough, Bree. What's your choice? Protect the girl and die, or just let her be changed?" Demetri asked softly. In one instant, I knew what I had to do.

"I'd like to see you try and kill her." I snarled, standing in front of Bella. "I'll protect her. And you will die."

"Fine. Have it your way." Demetri smiled, and lunged at me. With my newborn strength, I pushed him off of me, and tackled him to the ground. Bella stood there, horrified.

"Bella, run!" I shrieked. I vaguely heard her footsteps on the stairs before Demetri slammed me into the floor. I hissed, and tried to push him off, but I couldn't.

"Told you I would win." He grinned and licked his teeth. I struggled, grunting slightly, but he smashed my head against the cherry wood. He grasped my head in his hands, and started to pull. I heard a screech of metal as my neck started to crack.

Mustering everything I had, I pushed him off. He flew into the wall, and suddenly, I was there in front of him. With one move, his head was off, but not before I had said, "Told you you would lose."

I felt Bella's precense at the door as I lit the fire. Demetri was tossed in, and I watched him burn for a second. Then I turned to her.

"Bree... Thank you," Bella whispered. She looked shaken. I shook my head.

"It was all my fault, Bella, believe me." I took a glance at the fire. "Let it burn out; it'll just stay in that area for now. Sorry about your rug."

"It's a fine price to pay for my humanity." She said softly. "Are you leaving?" I was perched on the windowsill.

"Yes, I am." I said quietly. "I need to find somebody."

Just before I jumped, I paused. Bella was watching me.

"I will be back, Bella. Tell them that I will come back, someday." I whispered just loud enough for her to hear. She nodded.

I jumped out of the window, and landed in the grass just under the tree. Even though my world was spinning out of control, I knew that there was somebody that could help me find solace.

Fred.

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