Disclamier: I do NOT own the Twilight series or anything related to it, so yeah.
We were on the mainland shopping, when I saw him. I dropped the porcelain monkey in my hand.
"No, he can't be," I whispered.
"What's wrong Lil Bit?' Daddy asked.
"He's here," I whispered, my eyes distant.
"Who's here?" Mom asked.
"Patrick," I managed to get out, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.
Hot tears ran down my face. Something about my big brother was different. His eyes were no longer the same ice blue as our father's. His skin was no longer the same light toast tan it had been since I could remember. Patrick's eyes were black and his skin was pale. He was a vampire now. My entire body began to shake. Daddy picked me up on his hip.
"He knows I'm here. He's looking for me," I whispered hiding my face in his shoulder.
"Put her hood on, the eyes will give her away," Mom said to Daddy.
"It's going to be okay, Monkey," Daddy whispered to me.
"Can we please go home?" I asked.
"We'll be on our way home tonight," Mom said.
"Can we get some food first, the human is hungry," I asked.
Daddy laughed his loud hearty laugh.
"Sure thing Lil Monkey," Daddy said.
I devoured my McDonald's cheeseburger and fries.
"Call Carlisle, and tell him we're on our way home," Mom said moving the hair out of my face.
"Hey Rosalie! How's your family vacation with Emmett and Alliysonn?" Esme, my adopted grandmother,asked.
"Hey Esme, its Alli. We were having a good time, but we're coming home tonight," I replied.
"What's wrong honey?' Esme asked concerned.
"Er, talk to Mom," I said biting my lip.
I handed Mom the phone.
"We'll call you when we get back to Isle Esme," Mom said hanging up the phone.
Once we got back to the island, Mom packed all the bags in fifteen minutes. Daddy laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.I laid next to him. He smelled like the cologne I picked out for him yesterday.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked.
"I'm thinking about my gorgeous wife, Rosalie Hale Cullen, my beautiful daughter, Alliysonn Electra Cullen, and how I have to protect them at all costs no matter what," Daddy answered putting his arm around me.
I curled up against him and laid my head on his chest. His naturally cold vampire skin cooled me off. Mom had just gotten off the phone with Esme.
"Okay, we can leave now," Mom said kissing my forehead and kissing Daddy's perfect, animal blood loving lips.
My father, well my adoptive father, Emmett Cullen. He had the muscles of a body builder. Daddy's brown buzz cut hair suited his muscles very nicely. His sense of humor always made me laugh and he always supported whatever I did. My adopted mother, Rosalie Hale, was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She had perfect blonde hair, and the figure of a supermodel. They both shared the same golden brown vampire eyes, that were created from drinking animal blood. Daddy put the bags on the boat and we sailed to the mainland. Once we were on the mainland, we hailed a taxi to the airport. Arriving at the airport, the taxi let us out in front of the entrance. The entire place looked deserted, from the parking lot to the actual buildings. The air grew thin. Something was seriously wrong. The three of us were the only people outside.
"I smell him," Daddy said.
Daddy ran in front of me, and Mom jumped behind me. Hovering. Protecting me from him.
"Leave her alone," Mom hissed.
The mysterious moving object stopped running.
"Why should I? She is my little sister after all. Blood is thicker than venom," Patrick slyly said.
"Why do you have to take everything from me?" I mustered the courage to say.
"First, you take away my virginity. I was nine years old. Then, you take away my ability to love and trust anyone. Even family, our family. Now you're here to take away my newly found happiness away. And to take me away from my new family. So thanks "big brother" for making me life a living hell," I bravely said.
Mom and Daddy held my hands and intertwined their fingers with mine. For the first time in a long time; I felt safe.
"Who are you supposed to be? Alli's dad? Our dad is Zanipolo Electra," Patrick said looking at my adopted father.
"I'm her adopted father. I know who her biological dad is. Who are you supposed to be? Alli's big brother? Well last time I checked, big brothers don't rape their little sisters. Stay away from my daughter, and my family," Daddy practically snarled.
"Ooo, I'm so scared. What happens if I don't?" Patrick back talked.
"I'll find you and I will personally burn you into ashes," Daddy hissed.
Together we all turned and walked into the airport. I fell asleep on Daddy's back as we boarded the plane. I woke up to the sound of Grandma's soft loving voice.
"Good morning sweet cheeks," Grandma smiled.
"Hey Esme," I smiled back.
"Jasper is on his way to pick you up. Mom and I need to talk about important things with Esme and Carlisle," Daddy said.
It took Jasper fifteen minutes to arrive. Walking to the parking lot, he swung me up on his back.
"How miserable were you without me," I smirked.
"I was in a very deep state of depression ," he said sarcastically.
"I knew it!" I laughed.
The ride home was very talkative. Jasper and I discussed every detail of the trip excluding Patrick. We made it home at three thirty picking up groceries along the way.
"Hello dear family. I returned from my escape," I said dramatically.
I got the gifts out of my suitcase.
"The gifts aren't very expensive. Hopefully you'll like them anyway," I said.
Reaching into the huge shopping bag, I grabbed the first box.
"Alice, for you. A lovely hand-woven purse," I said.
"Thanks Alli, I love it," Alice giggled.
"Esme, I got you a heart pendant filled with black sand on a silver chain," I smiled.
"It's gorgeous," Grandma beamed.
"For Carlisle, I got you a paperweight I made in a craft store. Its a mold of my hand," I said.
"Carlisle: The best doctor ever! Love, Alli," Carlisle read.
"Edward, a piano version of South American classics," I said.
"Exactly what I wanted," Edward winked.
"Bella and Renesmee, all the Stephen King books," I said.
"For the pack, hand-woven bracelets made by me," I smiled.
"Perfect! My collection is complete," Jake joked.
"Last, but not least, Jasper. I made a mosaic of your name," I said.
Everyone conversed about my trip, their gifts and everything else in between. After talking for an hour I showered, washed my hair, and went to bed.
I was in the backyard, alone. Something was wrong, I could sense it. He was here. His eyes burned into my back and through my soul. Patrick walked towards me as I turned around. I woke up in screams. I could hear the light, yet fast footsteps of my parents.
"What's wrong Lil Bit?" Daddy asked.
'Nothing, just a bad dream. You can leave now. Tell Jasper to come here please," I said gasping for air.
"What's wrong?" Jasper asked.
"I'm hot and I needed somebody to talk to," I said.
"Okay," he said holding me.
I wanted to tell him everything. My past and present. Jasper was like my living diary. I told him things I felt needed to come out. The advantage my favorite uncle had over a diary, was he gave me feedback.
"I hate Patrick," I whispered.
"Me too," He whispered back.
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