Saving Bree Tanner. Part Two.

I stopped also, and Rosalie — almost hesitantly — took my hand and led me into the ginormous white house. My mouth was open, my expression gaping. The house as one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I walked into the house with Rosalie, and we entered the front room. It was bright and almost . . . cheerful. If the house could smile, this one would be laughing like a happy child. "You can watch television," Esme suggested. I shrugged. "I'm more of a book reader." I smiled sheepishly. Rosalie cracked a smile at me. "The room upstairs have tons of books— like a miniature library." She laughed. The corner of my mouth twitched. "You care if I go up and look?" "No," Esme murmured abesntly. "'Kay," I muttered, darting up the stairs. I entered a big room with golden carpet and a leather couch pushed to the side of the room, next to a window. In the middle, there was a huge bed that matched the carpet. Not trying to get all preoccupied, I scanned the bookshelves for anything I enjoyed. I took about half the books on the shelf and smiled, wondering if the person who owned this room would care. It smelled strongly of the mind reading vampire, and the human who was clinging to him. My throat burned dully at the scent. I knew if I wanted a chance at actually living, I couldn't hurt that human girl. I almost screamed in frustration. But them I remembered the vampires downstairs, and shut my mouth. With the books in hand, I flew down the stairs and forced a tight smile for my babysitters. They just stared at me, no humor on their beautiful faces. I tried to lighten the mood. "These should last at least a week," I laughed. When I spoke, it was like ice that's beginning to melt, breaking the surface. Rosalie and Esme smiled at me. But their expressions were weird. Acting on newborn-driven instinct, I dropped the books from my arms and tensed to defend myself. "Is everything okay?" I whispered urgently. "Yes," they answered simultaneously. Then Esme spoke alone. "But the others are bringing Bella back here . . ." With the thought of the human, my throat began to burn. I swallowed. "Shouldn't we go hunting before, you know, I see her up close?" "Yes," Rosalie answered. I slipped out of my crouch easily. "But you

have to understand—we are vegetarians, and we do not hunt humans." I exhaled angrily. I guessed I shouldn't have been that surprised—the yellow-eyes were something way different than the traditional vampires. "I'll try . . ." I hesitated. "But if I smell one human, I won't be able to control myself." I felt so defeated, and sighed. "Esme will check before we go," Rosalie said. "But even if you do smell a human, I know how your brain shuts down and all you want is the blood. But I doubt you've ever thought about their families and futures and pets. Humans deserve to live, too. We all used to be one at some point." She halfsmiled. Rosalie was right. When I hunted, my brained turned completely off, and all I wanted was that human that promised to cool off the burning in my throat. Even though the memories were blurry, I used to be a human. I should have more compassion. I just didn't know if I had the control necessary. "You're right," I decided. "If there are any humans in the area, I'll attempt to keep my brain focused on right and wrong." It should be easy. In theory.

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