WARNING: THIS STORY IS VERY SAD. IT ALMOST MADE ME CRY WHILE WRITING IT.

Disclaimer: I do not own 39 clues or the characters

"Mummy!" A little girl's voice rang through the mansion. She ran to a young woman with silky brown hair curled over her shoulders. Her expression was tight but when she saw the girl her face relaxed and a smile appeared.

"Isabelle, is that how you approach someone?" She said despite her smile.

"Sorry, Mummy," Isabelle slowed down and started walking with her chin up.

"Good," Mother said. She bent down and gave Isabelle a hug. "Why is your face so sad?"

"Father is going crazy again," Isabelle said. "Why did you leave me home with him?" Mother started to answer but was interrupted by a loud as sound. To be specific Isabelle's father.

"Now you come!" He yelled at Mother. Her hands started shaking but then stopped. Her face became calm and expressionless.

"Good afternoon to you too," Mother replied, her voice stiff. "Isabelle, go to your room please. Your father and I have to talk." Isabelle obeyed, instantly.

As soon as her room door closed, the yelling started. This happened every day. Her parents thought that Isabelle couldn't hear them, but she did.

But today was different. She heard a screech and then everything was silent. She quietly climbed down the stairs and found a trail of blood. Isabelle followed it. At the end was her mom gasping.

At first, Isabelle couldn't see why, but her mom collapsed and a knife was sticking out of her stomach. Isabelle's eyes started to water, but she was taught to never cry, never show any weakness. She slowly walked over to her almost unconscious mom. She kneeled down.

"Mummy, are you awake?" she asked quietly. Her mom's eyes were closed, but then they fluttered open.

"Isabelle, listen. I need to tell you this," she pleaded. Isabelle nodded. "Listen to your heart, whatever it says to do. I will always be there beside you, no matter what." With that her eyes closed. She took a breath for the final time. Her eyes became glassy.

"Mummy!" Isabelle called, but her mom would not get up. She is dead. My Mummy is dead. Isabelle realized and started bawling.

Then she heard some foot steps behind her and she stopped her crying and turned around to find a smug look on her father.

"She deserved to die. She was too soft on you," he said, slowly walking toward his shocked daughter.

"B-but why?" Isabelle stuttered.

"No stuttering," he said, making a clicking noise with is mouth. He took the knife out of his dead wife and ran his finger against it. "Now with her out of the way, you will be raised as a true Vesper."

Sorry this chapter was so short. I didn't know what else to write.

~Snowflake