The door opened with a short creak. It dragged the girl back to the edge, shooting her up, alarmed. Her frantic eyes found their way to the pixie standing in the doorway. The raven-haired girl smiled at her, excitedly holding a set of clothes in her arms. "I got you some clothes from my wardrobe. They were supposed to be for Bella when she starts understanding fashion, but she is the most closest to your size, so I decided to give them to you instead."
The young teen narrowed her eyes. The pinkish mammal was mentioned again. She seemed to be very important to the Cullens, especially to the mind reader and the pixie. Perhaps the plain-looking human was a mate of one of them. It would explain everything that had happened in the clearing a few days before.
Bree took the clothes cautiously, ready to bolt backwards if the exchange went south. Her body's muscles tightened from danger as Alice frowned. The older vampire gave her a surrendering smile and picked up her tattered clothes from the tile floor before closing the door once again as she retreated out of the bathroom.
The newborn stood still a bit longer, making sure that the steps of the raven-haired girl were truly further, before letting the white towel around her drop down. She glanced at the clothes, seeing a royal blue sweater and black jeans. They were accompanied by black underwear and boots. The clothing set was frighteningly expensive-looking. It made her almost drop them on the pale tiles. How was she meant to take these? She was afraid to even touch them. She could shred them to pieces by accident.
Her shaking hands placed them on the floor, and took the underwear from the top of the pile. She inspected them until she gathered enough confidence to put them on. The rest of the clothes found their way onto her too after agonising pondering.
The young teen left the bathroom with careful steps. Her light feet took her to the bedroom, where the bathroom belonged. The room was huge and decorated with purplish and grey tones. An unnecessary bed was placed against one of the walls, pleading for it to be used. Noise from the hallway made her crouch in anticipation. Esme halted in the room and stopped in front of her. The caramel-haired woman's cautious amber eyes looked attentively at her as another pair of footsteps followed her in. The leader, Carlisle, stepped inside the room, resting his hands on Esme's hips.
"Bree, would you like to come downstairs with us? Or would you prefer being alone a bit longer?" the man asked.
Bree took a step back, letting herself stand up. Her body tensed. "I want to stay here."
"Very well, as you wish. We will leave you alone for another hour then," Carlisle promised, trying to smile soothingly at the girl. It caused the newborn to crouch again, fearing he would try something.
"This is going to be your room during your stay here. We use it normally as a guest room," Esme explained from her place. She seemed reluctant to leave when the leader tried to nudge her towards the door. "We are more than happy to entertain you. If you wish, I can go get you books."
"No thanks." The teen shaked her head. She gulped when the woman continued standing still. She wanted to be alone and was more than capable of figuring out something fun to do for herself.
Carlisle whispered in the caramel-haired woman's ear, leaving the third vampire curious about what the words being said were. She wondered, were they talking about her?
A TV got turned on downstairs, stealing her attention. Her head tilted towards the noise. "The Seattle murders have ceased. The city officials are relieved by the turn of events. They are still in the process of figuring out the murderer and want to remind everyone to stay away from suspicious people, even if the murders have stopped for now. You can…" the voice stated. Bree let her concentration hover back to the room she was in, only for it to get stolen back to the black screen's voice once and for all.
Her body fled past the two surprised yellow-eyed vampires and found herself downstairs. She slipped into the room where the TV's voice was coming from. Quick footsteps followed her. She did not pay much attention to them and instead concentrated her crimson eyes on the screen. "Police have arrested George Tanner for two murders. He is suspected of having killed his own wife twelve years ago. The officers found her bones in the suspect's backyard as they had come to take a report on Tanner's missing daughter. All the clues for now are pointing at the daughter's demise, but the police are hoping to find her body to confirm the suspicion. The officers are searching for it restlessly."
The newborn's face stared horrified at the TV when her father's face got plastered on it. She felt sick in her stomach, like someone would have made her eat spoilt food. He had killed her mother. All the nights she had cried from not having a mother next to her, occasionally cursing her birther for leaving. After all this time, it had been her father all along who had made her grow motherless. He had killed her. It wasn't as big a surprise as the girl had thought. Her heart wretched. It wasn't far-fetched to think he could do something so horrible and heartless.
Her legs failed to hold her body up, making it collide with the floor. The impact dislodged two miniscule pieces from the floor, forcing them to fly into the air momentarily. The teen laid shaking on its wooden surface, her eyes desperately hoping to be able to shed tears as she started crying.
Why was she so upset? She had not known her mother or spent much time with her. Her body's reaction didn't make sense. She was crying about a stranger's death. Or perhaps it was her father who had made her cry. Maybe Bree still missed him somewhere deep down. Very deep down. Her heart wretched painfully again. Its dead surface felt like it was being impaled by an arrow.
The pain weakened as the object's feathers dulled some of the emotions inside of her. Their fluffy textures caressed her back, hugging her from behind and lulling her like a baby.
A soothing voice rose to her ears. It hummed calmly behind her, soothing her like a mother would a child.
She weeped, feeling more miserable than before. She had never experienced a mother's love. It would never be in her reach—withhold from her forever. What had she done to not get loved? Was she so undeserving of love that even the emotion almost everyone had felt coming from their mothers refused to let her feel itself? Could she be worse than criminals?
Bree closed her eyes. She had to be. She had killed very many humans. But to her account, they were dumb creatures. Some of the mammals even fell ridiculously often to the ground. Didn't they have proper balance? A hint of annoyance sparked in her body as she made another weep.
A familiar smell hovered around her, confusing the girl. It was sweet, bringing honey, lilacs, and cinnamon to the air. Spattering them around the teen like petals. With the smell, strange blankets took hold of her from both sides. They pressed her with their soft but firm touch, hugging her from behind. She wanted to cuddle closer but withheld her wish. She didn't know where the blankets had come from. They could be a trap.
"Bree, dear," a soft voice called for her. She didn't know where it came from. Everything around her felt dimmer and bigger. It was almost like the world was expanding from her sadness in an effort to not get broken by her emotions.
The blankets around her became harder, gripping her away from the floor. They thrust her into a new blanket that was placed against her head. The tree fabrics closed around her, making her wince. She was scared they would shallow her as a whole. But would it be such a bad thing if it happened? They were soft and felt nice against her skin, so being inside of them couldn't be that horrible. She could live inside of them, pretending that the outside world didn't exist. It could be like she didn't exist.
The young teen let out a cry. She hoped to be able to shed tears. They were one of the only things she missed from her human life. Their healing power had always made her feel better, but now that they had abandoned her, she was left alone to grieve. To drown in her sadness.
The soothing voice was now closer. Bree felt it vibrating gently on the blanket against her head. How was it able to do so? Its strange syllables danced on her ears gleefully, ready to enter her ears. "Bree," it whispered once again.
The newborn cuddled against the blanket, feeling herself suddenly serene. The feeling had creeped on her when she had not expected it. She was mad at it for disturbing her wallowing. Her eyes opened on their own accord, facing the world again. She was curled up in Esme's arms. The woman soothed her, stroking her hair worriedly. "It's alright, dear. You're okay now."