“Esme; love listen to me; you don’t want this. You can be stronger than your thirst; I swear love; you can-” Esme hisses at Carlisle and he shudders at how possessive she sounds over the girl in front of them; despite Carlisle being vegetarian; Esme’s thirst is viewing him as a threat. He waits hands almost reaching out to the girl who’s staring in horror at both of them.

“Don’t fret dear; I’m sorry for-” Carlisle takes a faint step forward and Esme growls. He tenses when he realizes she’s saying something.

“She’s mine.” Carlisle readies himself for a fight; readies himself for the inevitable of the girl dying.

“I’m Bree.” The girl mumbles and Carlisle is confused at how Esme’s face seems to relax; before she looks to Carlisle; he grimaces; not because of her thirst; but because of how her eyes soften; the same look when they’d met Rosalie and Emmett. He makes a note to contact the forger they have as he steps back to let Esme offer the choice to the girl

“Bree, this is Maggie, she’d part of the Irish coven and-“ Carlisle hovers behind smiling. “You were starving too.” Bree blurts out. “Bree! We do not use our gifts like that.” Esme scold tapping her shoulder. Bree ducks her head in shame. “Sorry mom. I just, sorry.” She shakes her head as Maggie holds her hand out. “I can tell you mean it.” She winks and Bree smiles. “You can?” “Lying is my specialty, yours though, seems far more interesting?” Maggie leans in and Bree lights up.

“Mom said it’s something like I can tell how a vampire was turned, or how they were as a human before it!” Maggie’s eyes light up as well. “Really? That’s incredible! Show me!!” Maggie tugs her towards the rest of the coven, pointing at a man who lounges on the couch. “This is Liam! He’s like my brother I guess and-“ “Whoa a war? That’s so cool!!” Bree claps her hands and steps forward. Liam bristles. “Why on earth do you’s have so many fucking gifted ones, like you’re gunning for the Volturi’s anger now. Fucking ejets, you are. The lot of you.” Liam scowls glaring at Carlisle who smirks. “Say the one sitting in our living room..” Liam’s scowl deepens. “We’re just here cause of Maggie’s crush.” He smirks and Maggie scowls stamping her foot.

“It’s not a crush!!” Liam and Carlisle both raise their eyebrows sharing a look and laughing. “It’s not!” Bree echoes and Maggie coughs, choking slightly. “What?’ Bree turns nervously covering her mouth. “It wasn’t a lie Mags! It’s not a crush! I don’t have a crush on you!!!” Bree shrieks panicked and ducking her head stepping back from Maggie who’s stopped breathing and is frozen on the spot. “Maggie, dear, it’s alright.” Liam pats her shoulder, having stood and crossed to where she stands, “What happened?” “Maggie feels compelled to speak when she hear a lie. You ah, shouting it didn’t help.”