Ok, so this is the story of the new born, Bree from Stephenie Meyer's "Eclipse" the 3rd book in the Twilight Saga. I thought it would be fun to create a bit of a back story for her, and show what her time with the other new born's was like. I have quite a few wee ideas to keep me going but if you have any ideas then feel free to share them and I'll try and implement them to the story. Also I'm sorry it gets off to a kind of slow start, but you've gotta start from the start no matter how boring it is. Ha ha . Enjoy! Also I do not own anything Twilight Saga related. It was all thought up by the wonderful and incredibly talented Stephenie Meyer … whom we all love very much =].
It was a typical rainy day in Seattle. As much as I hated the rain I loved this city. It was my home, and I had some good friends here. Then of course the fact that the shopping possibilities here were endless made this a pretty good place to live. High School was a bit of a drag, but what else would you expect from a normal fifteen year old? Most of my days were spent watching Chase Matthews from across the playing field or the cafeteria or our Biology, English and Physics classrooms. I loved him so much, it actually hurt. But he never really paid any attention to me. Well except from when he and his Jock friends would make some scathing comment about me and my group of friends. We weren't exactly popular, we weren't geeks or nerds or anything, we were just too plain and boring to be considered anything special. I'd never thought of myself as being a pretty girl, nobody ever told me I was. Not even my parent's. But they'd never really cared about me. They were too interested in my elder, twin brother and sister. Ashley and Mark. They were both beautiful. Mark was tall and muscular with sunshine blonde hair, bright electric blue eyes and a face that could break any girls heart. Ashley was tall for a girl, with legs that seemed to go on forever. She was blonde as well, but it didn't look like sunshine. It looked like pure shimmering gold. She had the same stunning eyes as Mark, and her face was just exquisite. Me on the other hand. Well I was no prize. I was quite short, even for a 15 year old. I was skinny but not toned. My hair was a dark brown colour, it never shone. It just hung around my face limp and greasy looking … no matter what I did to it. I had blue eyes just like theirs, but somehow they just looked dull and boring on me. My face didn't have the perfect, classic beauty, rounded look like Mark and Ashley had. My face was very sheer. I looked … severe all the time. Even when I smiled. I'd always hated having to grow up in Mark and Ashley's shadow but there was nothing I could do about it. I was a forgotten child more or less and I just had to get on with my life. So that's exactly what I did. I was so glad I had my friends. Otherwise I would have felt so alone in this world. We would spend every waking moment together. The only reason I went home was because my parents would have to pretend and worry about me if I wasn't there, and when I eventually turned up they'd just shout and yell at me, telling me they had more pressing things to worry about than my childish nonsense. So that was why I'd just left Amanda's house and was starting the 6 block journey back to where I spent the night. I never called it my home. Purely because it didn't feel like home to me. I knew it never would. It was very dark. The purple storm clouds were still very evident against the black canvas the night had brought. It was so dark it almost felt suffocating, I actually started to feel slightly claustrophobic. Which was a first for me. I was about half way home when I saw the most beautiful boy I had ever seen walking towards me. I couldn't tell what made him so beautiful. His hair was as dark as the night, but some how it seemed to be shimmering in the darkness. He was well built, quite tall, covered with layers of muscle. He wore dark, baggy jeans and a bright white tank top that clung to his abs and showed how well defined he was. A thought fluttered across my mind that he must be freezing, being outside in nothing but a tank top on a night like this but I quickly disregarded that thought and went back to studying every inch of him intently. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him as he got steadily closer to me. He was so pale. It was enticing. He looked like some sort of angel. How could someone that glorious be a mere mortal? I looked into his eyes, I didn't know if it was a trick of the night but they looked like they were ruby red. I was so wrapped up in him that I hadn't noticed that we were now standing inches apart, both of us had stopped moving and we were staring intently at each other. His eyes were definitely red, maybe he was wearing coloured contacts. Then something else hit me. His smell. It was intoxicating. I felt totally smothered by it, but I didn't care. It was wonderful. My mouth started to water, I couldn't explain why but I didn't care. He held his massive pale hand out to me and I took it without thinking, we turned in the direction he'd been heading. I didn't ask any questions. I just marvelled at how cool his hand felt over mine. I didn't notice our surroundings until he stopped walking and made me turn to face him. When I looked at his face again, I could see that although he was so chiselled, he had a round, boyish quality to his face. He didn't actually look much older than me, he was maybe sixteen or seventeen. He leant down to my face as if he were going to kiss me and I could feel my heart beating unbearably fast due to this proximity.
"What's you're name?" He asked in a voice that made my knees weak. Yes he sounded young like me, but his voice was so smooth. Again I could smell him, that scent made my head spin.
"Bree." It was all I could manage.
"Bree." He said, like he was trying it out, testing to see how it sounded, how it formed in his mouth. "What age are you Bree?" I considered lying. Maybe he wouldn't be interested in me if he knew how young I was, but I looked so young! If I lied he'd surely call me out on it … just then he let out a breath. It washed over my face. How could someone's breath smell so delicious, without thinking I answered truthfully.
"I'm fifteen." Oh Crap! I told him the truth! He was probably going to laugh and walk away. I didn't even know where I was. But what he did next surprised me. He leaned in even closer, right until his nose was at my neck and he inhaled deeply. I got goose bumps all over my body. Next he wrapped his arms around my back, like he was holding me to him. After a few minutes of silence he spoke.
"This might hurt a little." I felt him put his lips to my neck, then he opened his mouth and bit me. And it did hurt. It hurt so much I wanted to scream out, but I was too shocked by what he'd just done to do anything. The pain seemed to be spreading. It was slowly creeping up my neck towards my face, and downwards too. In fact it was moving in every direction. Oh my God. It hurt so bad, I felt like I was going to pass out.
The pain was still there. But it had intensified. Now I was screaming. I was sure I'd passed out, or somehow fallen asleep. I'd had a dream were I was flying. I couldn't see where I was going, I was to blinded by this pain even when I was asleep. All I could feel was the wind whipping around me. It must have been raining because I could feel something splashing onto my face. Something or someone was carrying me, I could feel strong arms underneath me, supporting my weight. And then I couldn't think about it anymore, the pain was demanding all my attention.