It was another normal day, Bella and Edward were sitting on the couch watching some random sitcom, Rosalie and Alice had convinced Renesmee and Jacob to go shopping with them, Esme was in her garden, Carlisle was at work, and Emmet and Jasper had gone hunting. Or at least it had started out normal.
"Are Em and Jazz back yet?" Alice's whimsical voice floated into the room. Edward and Bella both turned around in time to see Alice and Rosalie come into the room, followed by Renesmee and Jacob who had about ten bags in both of his hands. Alice seemed to be worried about something and was looking around, almost franticly.
"No, is something wrong?" Edward walked over to Alice as she shook her head,
"I'm not sure," she replied slowly, "I saw something that really worried me." Edward could tell Alice didn't want him to know so he blocked her voice from his mind as well as he could.
"What was it?" Bella asked, her low musical voice unusually soft. Before Alice could answer a loud crash rumbled through the house and all six heads turned towards the doorway. There stood Jasper, but he was not alone. Another man stood there, glaring at him, looking as if he was ready to pounce on him. The vampire had fair blonde hair with a medium build, but the most prominent feature was his blood red eyes. They were bright, the color of someone who had just fed.
Jasper bared his teeth and a low growl escaped his lips. Immediately, Alice and Edward were on either side of him, also baring their teeth at him. Bella and Rosalie stood in front of them and glared at the vampire threateningly. The vampire quickly glanced at each of them before taking off in the other direction. Jasper snapped his teeth threateningly in his direction but did not follow him. Instead, he took off in the direction he had come. Alice quickly followed after him. The others stared at them before quickly following. Alice and Jasper both had similar grim expressions on their faces as if they both knew what had happened.
"What's going on?" Edward asked, his eyes staring straight in front of himself. Alice shook her head and went ahead of him so that she was side by side with Jasper. They conversed in low tunes, too quiet for even vampires to hear.
"Will someone answer the damn question already?" Jacob asked irritably. But he didn't have to, for a sweet smell suddenly hit their noses and the ache in the back of their throats burned. Edward's eyes swiveled immediately towards Jasper, but he showed no signs of hesitating.
He seemed to be in perfect control of himself which surprised Edward the most. After all, it had only been three years before that he had lost control on Bella's birthday and if the ache in the back of his throat were any indication, there was a great deal more blood.
The smell was getting stronger then ever and Edward realized that they were heading directly towards it. He gave a horrified look towards the back of Alice. Why wasn't she stopping him? Someone was going to get a great deal more injuries of Jasper lost control.
Relax Edward, Jasper knows what he's doing. Alice's high pitched whimsical voice called to him reassuringly. Edward relaxed. Alice must have looked into the future and saw nothing to worry her.
But something had worried her, a small nagging voice in the back of his mind pointed out. Jasper and Alice quickly turned right and headed into a clearing and the others were quick to follow. Edward heard several gasps behind him, but they did nothing to describe the horrific seen in front of them.
Two bodies lay side by side, a female and a male. They were both extremely beautiful, even for vampire standards. The man had shoulder length brown hair, with pale skin and was tall and lean. The woman on the other hand, had waist length red hair, with peachy skin and gentle curves. They would have been beautiful any way, had their bodies not been mangled.
The man's hair was tangled and matted with dried blood, and his pearly skin was covered with black and blue bruises, several of his bones twisted out of place and broken. The woman was in no better shape, her long red hair mangled and bloody, a large gash ran along a side of her face. Her skin was covered with bruises and rattled with vampire bites. Her right arm had obviously been snapped with tremendous force, as well as her left leg. The two had obviously been victims of a very sadistic vampire.
Their eyes traveled forward, to where Jasper and Alice had gone to and a saw an even worse scene. A small girl lay there, merely feet away from the couple. She had strawberry colored hair, just like her mother, and was wearing a spaghetti strapped white dress despite the cold. She was an innocent, a small girl who looked no older then eight. But the vampire had obviously shown no mercy towards the child.
A large gash ran along her stomach, painting the dress a brilliant red. Her right ankle was turned to the left in an unnatural way. But perhaps the most frightening part was Emmet kneeling besides the small child, his sharp teeth sunk deeply into her peachy skin, his eyes closed tightly, as if he were concentrating on something.
"Emmet, no!" Rosalie screamed. Emmet's eyes popped open, and turned towards them before glancing down, towards the beautiful child. Slowly, he removed his fangs and spit out the blood. Instead of the brilliant deep red color human blood normally is, a darker color was mixed into it, tainting the color. That was the color of vampire venom.
"That bastard wanted her to suffer before he killed her," his voice was dark and angry. Jasper and Alice knelt beside the small girl quietly. Alice reached out and gently stroked the child's face.
"She's so beautiful," Alice said softly, her eyes never leaving the girl's face. "More so then when I first saw her," Edward looked up from the girl, and then towards Alice, surprised.
"What do you mean Alice?" Bella asked softly. The others' heads shot up, away from the tiny girl and towards Alice.
"I saw her in my visions," Alice answered slowly, "I first saw her moving in with us, then playing and joking around with us. She seemed to depend on us, trust us, and cling to us, especially Jasper and Emmet. She seemed to be apart of our family. All of them were happy visions. She herself always seemed happy and not afraid even though she knew what we were. I told Carlisle and Esme, and then Emmet and Jasper. We were going to tell you guys about her tonight but then I saw this!" Alice gestured towards the disaster in front of them. "I was extremely worried and hurried home."
"Carlisle is on his way," Emmet said softly, and sure enough they all heard the quiet purr of Carlisle's car. For him to have already arrived he had to have drove close to two hundred miles.
Within two minutes, both he and Esme had arrived at the scene. Esme let out a horrified gasp and put her face in her hands. Edward and Rosalie immediately started comforting her, trying to counsel her gently. Carlisle on the other hand, walked over to the small girl and started working, He carefully twisted her right ankle to where it should be before tightly wounding white bandages around it to hold it in place. After that, with Jasper's help, he wrapped the bandages around her stomach, efficiently stopping the bleeding.
"She's safe now, let's bring her back to the house and wait for her to wake." Jasper and Emmet nodded, and Emmet lightly picked her up and held her closely as he took off in a sprint towards the house.
A bright light invaded her vision. She groaned softly and almost immediately the lights were dimmed. The small girl blinked, totally surprised.
"Who's there?" her small voice quavered slightly. She heard a gentle, rather pleasant voice whisper in her ear, a cool breeze lightly tickling her ear drum.
"Hush child, you're alright now," the voice said reassuringly. The voice held a soft maternal sound to it and she felt her body relax. She turned her head gently towards the voice and was surprised to see a slightly petite, brown haired woman. The woman was beautiful, her face seemed to be carved by a master, with pale skin and sparkling golden eyes. The woman had purple markings underneath her eyes as if she had not had a decent sleep in months.
"I'm surprised," said another voice, equally as pleasant but male. She turned her had and looked up at a blonde man with an equally beautiful face. He had the same golden eyes and purple bruise like marking under his eyes. He smiled gently when he noticed her looking at him.
"You received two pretty severe injuries, so I am surprised you haven't said anything about it yet," he explained.
"Oh," she said softly. As if the man's were a trigger, she felt both a stabbing, sharp ache on her stomach, and a dull aching pain on her right ankle.
"Oh!" she repeated softly. "Owww!" he gave a light hearted chuckle before responding.
"I thought that would be the right response," he gave another light chuckle before his face became serious. He softly placed his hand on her face ad gently stroked it. His touch was ice cold but was surprisingly welcome. Her body suddenly felt extremely hot. It took her a second to realize that three thick blankets had been placed around her body.
"Remove the blankets, Carlisle, she's too hot." A velvety voice registered in her eyes. She looked up, directly across from her stood a large group of people. Two bronze haired one male, one female, a boy with black hair and rich brown skin, a blonde, a tiny girl with raven hair, and a girl with mahogany colored hair.
She suddenly felt soft hands gently pulling the blankets away. Two teenage boys stood in front of her, one with a large build and black hair, and another of medium build with golden blonde hair.
She gasped as memories of what happened suddenly came back to her.
Her mother and father slowly being tortured to death, the man kneeling before them, drinking their blood, he advancing towards her, torturing her, his teeth sinking into her soft skin, the burning, seemingly endless pain, and suddenly the two of them bursting into the clearing.
She grew more away of the man's cold, but welcome hand on her forehead.
"Shhhh…. It's okay, you're alright." His soft voice calmed her and she realized with a silent jolt, that she had started to cry. Her cheeks burned ashamedly. She felt soft, cool hands gently wipe away the tears. She looked up to see the blonde boy smile gently at her.
"You're like him huh? The man that killed mommy and daddy?" she sniffed. She watched the people stiffen. "I'm not afraid because you aren't like him, you're nice and you saved me from being hurt. You are good people aren't you?" she spoke softly, her brilliant green eyes staring at all of them, captivating them.
"Yes…yes we are like him, in a way," Carlisle answered slowly, "but unlike him, we do not feed on human blood, only animal. We choose to live with the humans, not prey on them." Carlisle continued softly. The girl nodded, and then smiled brightly.
"I thought so, my name's Ginny by the way!" It surprised them, hearing the childish cheerful voice. It seemed like nothing could fully bring the tiny girl down, not even the loss of her parents.
"Well, Miss Ginny, would you mind if I asked you two questions?" Carlisle asked her gently. She beamed up at him.
"Sure!" her voice was bright and energetic, and brought smiles to all of the Cullen's.
"Well, the first is pretty easy, how old are you?"
"Oh! I'm six!" She smiled brightly. The Cullen's looked at each other, surprised, sure the girl talked maturely but she was so small, she looked like she was four or five. Carlisle seemed to recover first, and asked the next question.
"Okay, my next question might be a bit harder," he warned her before continuing, "how would you like to come stay with us?" he gestured towards the group and then towards himself. The girl stared at him, surprised before her face broke into a large smile.
"Are you kidding? Of course I want to! Can I?" she beamed up at them excitedly. Carlisle smiled down at the little girl.
"Well then, Miss Ginny, welcome to the Cullen family!" the others smiled down at her, a smile she returned enthusiastically.