Brazil, 2nd of June 1997
"Mom, where's daddy?"
"Daddy is safe, now we have to somehow find shelter" the tall woman whispered, pulling the six year old Hope by the tiny hand.
"There they are! Catch them!" a group of people yelled.
The girl stumbled over huge roots that tangled among the trees, sobbing softly. She had never seen greater dear in her mother's dark eyes. The woman was running as fast as she could, her hair was sticking to her skin, wrapping her entire face. She looked back, hoping that the torchlight was far behind and that her baby was safe. The flames were still visible, however, and Delice wanted to save her daughter at all costs and stopped.
"Hope?" she said as softly as she could "Show me your hands"
The girl obediently put her dirty hands together and looked at them waiting for what her mother wanted to show her.
"Remember when we were a while ago? Where were those animals that you liked so much? Think about how you'd like to be there again. Because you'd like to, right?
The little one smiled, narrowing her eyes, trying to want as much as possible to return to the mysterious island and her mother squeezed her tiny hands. Drops of sweat began to appear in the girl's forehead, they ran down her temples in a stream. The screams and the light were getting closer, and you could even hear the branches breaking under the weight of the people's solid shoes. They cursed, asking God to help them get hold of three bloodsuckers who had killed a dozen people across the forest in the last few weeks.
"Oh, Delice, Delice" Augustus appeared with a gentle gust of wind "I'll take care of that crowd, don't tire her"
He pointed to the six year old smiling broadly and sticking out his fangs.
" She is still small, her uniqueness needs time to develop" he added, and in the blink of an eye was he gone.
Hope found herself in her mother's arms, and the woman hugged her with all her strength so that she would not hear the screams made by those mortals. Delice was grateful to her son for his help, because the little daughter's undeveloped abilities could fail. Then they would be beheaded and then burned at the stake because her husband had a child with a vampire. Their daughter was the greatest mystery in the history of the whole family. If a six year old girl had been caught the night before killing a fortune-teller, she would have had to be tortured.
Augustus returned shortly after the screamed had died down. The young vampire looked at her and showed his teeth gleaming in the moonlight, wiping his face with obvious satisfaction. Little miss Wright did not understand this whole philosophy and was even terrified of it. Not because she could see blood, bushes burning in the distance, or that those people were silenced forever. She was afraid because she felt how relieved her mother was and how cruel the people must have been if she herself was running from them.
"When can I see daddy" the murmured, hanging her arms around her brother's neck "You said I'd see when I was big and I'm already six years old"
"That's why I wish you all the best, my sweet Hope" Augustus kissed his sister on the cheek and they moved on, looking for someone who could show the girl who she actually was.
Paris, 26th of May 2008
Leaving one of the dark streets of Paris, Hope looked back more than once. The boy's body, in which there was not a single drop of blood left, covered with a peculiar pallor, finally stopped shaking, and the girl's head was filled with a strange feeling of regret. She looked down at the torn clothes smeared with already dried maroon liquid. Screams and pleas for help rang in her ears as always, and the memories of her childhood came back, which she would most gladly throw out of her memory, erased like doodles on a piece of paper. She could smell other vampires, and she was actually glad that once again she could be paid for her mother's fear in her eyes, but at the same time... She tried at costs to justify herself by saying that if it was not for her, they would have done it sooner or later. She did not want to be angry. She never killed a human herself, but hated the fact that her brother was a murderer.
"Time to go" a small silhouette of her mother emerged from behind the trees.
"In which cuisine are we going to taste in now?" Augustus' laugh echoed around the neighbourhood.
"American. More precisely Forks. Such an old, inconspicuous shack of purebred people, and they taste the best. But before that, let's go to South America once again and see old friends"
Hope laughed briefly at this joke, after all, neither her mother nor her brother hunted people. Only she was still stubbornly biting them.
Delice was killed two weeks later by her friend, whom she tried to stop from killing a young girl in her twenties. Augustus was the only person Hope had left in this world.