A/N: I just finished reading the book about 10 minutes ago. I read it almost straight through, except having to get out of the car a few times at different places. I was wondering about Fred, and what he would do when Bree didn't show up. So, here's my take on it. It's 1000 words, but it turned out okay. I'll stop taking up time so you can read the story.

Fred POV

I arrived in Vancouver early this morning, and all I can think about is Bree. I keep wondering how the battle went yesterday. I really hope that she made it. I wanted to tell her so much, but there was never enough time for us to be completely alone.

I walked at a human pace toward Riley Park. I told Bree to meet me here. I really do hope she shows up. I don't want to face this world alone. I know that I've been told so many lies. I don't know what is real and what is fake. I will run a quick trail around the perimeter, to let Bree know I am here if she comes. If I hide in a tree, will she be able to find me? I thought. Of course. She is familiar with my scent. I climb swiftly up one of the tallest trees in the park. Now to get comfortable. I settle myself in between two branches that are close together, and pull the backpack full of books off my back to sit on my lap.

It was very kind of Bree to give me these books. I have enjoyed the ones that I have read so far. I remember reading some literature in my high school and college classes when I was human, but I don't remember much about what I read. I have just finished reading a few books written by Ray Bradbury, and some poems by Robert Burns. Next in line for me to read are some Lewis Carroll and Agatha Christie books. I checked the watch I took from a homeless person I killed on the way here. 10 AM. I still have a lot of the day left. I opened And Then There Were None, and began to read.

By noon, I was sick of reading. At the rate I was reading I had already finished six books. I started thinking about the people I had spent the first part of my new life with. Raoul and Kevin, where were they now? Personally, I wouldn't mind to see them killed. Same with most of those mindless puppets. The only two I have any concern for are Diego and Bree. Diego, though keeping his distance from me, seems like an okay guy. He isn't like the others, but he still did all of what Riley wanted him to do, including going ahead of the group to track the yellow-eyes. I don't really care if he shows up with Bree or not. Bree, I hope does show up. She would always be around me, probably for protection from Raoul's goons, but still, she was around me. I enjoyed that part.

For quite a long time, I sat in the tree, thinking about what Bree and I would do when we were all alone against the rest of the world. I thought that we could make a quiet living for ourselves, somewhere in the far North, so we could be alone. My "talent" could help with the being alone part, and maybe we could find a way to only kill on occasion, instead of at least three times per week. I liked this idea, for I do not enjoy feeding off of innocent people, even if they are the lowest of the low.

I decided to move to a bench, not far from the tree, as I was getting tired of this position. It would give me a chance to work on my "talent" also. I sat on the bench, focused on the distance I wanted people to stay away, and let it go, I started to watch the people as they steered clear of the bench where I was sitting. I watched the people, some couples, some young families, and others just drug dealers trying to get someone to buy.

It was starting to get dark, and I was beginning to feel disappointed. Bree hadn't shown up. Maybe she was just waiting for dark, I thought, that had to be it, right? If not, there would be so much that I didn't get to tell her, so much that I was too afraid to say. I was starting to feel sick. What if she was hurt? What if Riley got a hold of her and wouldn't let her leave? There were so many bad things that I thought could have happened to her.

As the sky continued to darken, so did my mood. I thought of all the times that I saw her, sitting behind the couch where I was sitting, reading her books, placing them at the end of the couch, for me to read when she was done. Once, just once we were out hunting together. We were sent along with Raoul, and one of his other followers. We didn't talk, but I knew there was something there, an unspoken trust, that we would look out for each other. The night when we went to the boat to feed, that was when I saw the fact that, I really liked having her around me. She stayed with me nearly the whole night. Never speaking, but always there. That's when I realized my feelings for her. That I was insanely and irrevocably in love with her. I love Bree Tanner and I don't know if I will ever see her again.

I sat on the park bench and waited. As the bell in the church tower sounded midnight, I decided to move on.. Bree wasn't coming, and I don't know if she is alive or dead.

Disclaimer: I don't own any ideas that are from the actual book The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner, or anything that may resemble any part of any other story.

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