A Breaking Dawn Re-write

Chapter 5: Bree/Cameron

Alice had gotten me a CD from this band called Meg and Dia.  I was sitting on my bed listening to this song called Monster.  Is this how Edward felt when he met Bella?  Like, there was so much he wanted to tell her, but couldn’t.  Did he feel like, everything he said had to be some sort of twisted lie?  Why did it feel like that?

            “Yes.”

            I looked up.  He was standing in my doorway.  His eyes were black.  He looked tired for a vampire.  He sat next to me on the bed. 

            “It’s hard.  Being with a human who sees something in you.  Who doesn’t see you as a big monster,” he muttered.

            “Hah.  Cameron’s terrified of us.  He hates vampires.  You’re right, we are monsters,” I said. 

            He looked at me.  “You’re not,” he said. 

            “Yeah, I am.  Jane almost killed me because of what I did to all those innocent people.  I’m horrible,” I said.

            “It wasn’t your fault.  It was mine,” he mumbled. 

            I stared at him.  “Seriously, how is it---?” I began.

            “It was my fault for taking Bella to the baseball game and killing James and provoking Victoria into making you and all those other newborns.  It was my fault all those people died so you could live without pain,” he said. 

            We were both quiet.  “But, he’s afraid of me,” I whispered. 

            “As long as he doesn’t find out, he won’t hate you.  But, even if he does, he should still like you for being so…controlled,” he said. 

            And then, he just left.  He glided right out of the room, just like a ghost.

            That next day, I went to Vanessa’s to meet with Trisha. 

            “Sooooo,” she said. 

            Her eyes were bright and she was grinning at me. 

            “We talked.  He drove me home.  We shared a meal for two.  Chicken Parmesan.  He let me keep the original plate.  I wasn’t very hungry so I didn’t eat much,” I said.

            “He drove you home?” Trisha asked, bewildered.  I nodded.  “No biggie,” I said.

            Her mouth hung open.  “Are you kidding?  That’s major.  Every girl in the high school would kill to be you,” she said. 

            “Seriously?”

            “Seriously,”

            I couldn’t believe he was so popular.  But, what was I expecting.  I guess a guy that cute couldn’t be a total loser. 

            The bell on the front door clanged and the place was suddenly alive with the sound of loud boys’ voices.  Among them I picked out Cameron’s. 

            “Hey Bree!  Hey Trish!” He called. 

            There were four other boys, all about the same height as Cameron they were all fit looking and I smelled cologne covering the smell of blood.