The (not so) short second life of Bree Tanner

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Well...first things first...I do not own any of the twilight characters (except maybe a few new characters in the future), I am going to manipulate the plot, and keep and kill certain characters. This story is edited by my little sister, BookPhreak101, because she is writing a story similar to this one and we don't want to end up copying each other. so here goes and enjoy!!

B.T.W. the prologue is copied directly out of Stephanie Meyer's The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner, but none of the rest of the story, i am just continuing from this point.


<Bree's POV>

"Watch this," he said, kneeling in front of the beam of sunshine again. "And don't shove me out of the way this time. You already proved i'm right." He put his hand out. It was almost as hard to watch this time, even if my leg felt normal.

The second his fingers entered the beam, the cave was filled with a million brilliant rainbow reflections. It was as bright as noon in a glass room--light everywhere. I flinched and then shuddered. There was sunlight all over me.

"Unreal," Diego whispered. He put the rest of his hand into the beam, and the cave somehow got even brighter. He rolled his hand over to look at the back, then turned it palm up again. The reflections danced like he was spinning a prism.

There was no smell of burning, and he clearly wasn't in pain. I looked closely  at his hand, and it seemed like there were a zillion tiny mirrors in the surface, too small to distinguish separately, all shining back the light with double the intensity of a regular mirror.

"Come here, Bree----you have to try this."

I couldn't think of a reason to refuse, and i was curious, but i was also reluctant as i slid to his side. 

"No burn?"

"None. Light doesn't burn us, it just.....reflects off of us. I guess that's kind of an understatement."

Slow as a human, I reluctantly stretched my fingers into the light. Immediately, reflections blazed away from my skin, making the room so bright that the day outside would look dark in comparison. They weren't exactly reflections, though, because the light was bent and colored, more like a crystal. I stuck my whole hand in, and the room got brighter.

"Do you think Riley knows?" I whispered.

"Maybe. Maybe not." 

"Why wouldn't he tell us if he did? What would be the point? So we're walking disco balls." I shrugged.

Diego laughed. "I can see where the stories come from. Imagine if you saw this when you were human. Wouldn't you think that the guy over there just burst into flames?"

"If he didn't hang around to chat. Maybe."

"This is incredible," Diego said. With one finger he traced a line across my glowing palm.

Then he jumped to his feet right under the sunbeam, and the room went crazy with light.

"C'mon, let's get out of here." He reached up and pulled himself toward the hole he'd cut into the surface.