Chapter One : Brazil

Vivian's POV

My bed felt so comfortable. The rain had been pounding on the roof keeping me awake.

"Way to go Joham, out of all of the locations in Brazil, you select this one." I thought to myself.

"Oh Vivvie-pooh!" a deep, but still feminine voice laced with an Italian accent rang out from the doorway.

"Oh God, go away!" I explained pulling the cream colored satin sheet over my head.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that because one I am not God and two we have been summoned to the throne room." my sister said in a theatrical voice.

"Daughters! How are you this morning!" Joham echoed walking into my room.

The sound of his thunderous voice echoed in my room startling Domenica and myself.

I pulled myself into a sitting position and looked to my father, "we are well."

"Very well!! How can we help you this morning?" Domenica questioned Joham.

"I had a gentleman here a few weeks ago anxious with news that there are other half breeds like yourselves." Joham began explaining as he towered over us.

"Didn't this 'gentleman' know about our brother Nahuel?" Domenica asked.

I watched as my father's entire body began to tremble with anger at the sound of his name, I had to smile a little, "the gentleman knows about that ungrateful pest but I suggest you refrain from speaking his name again in this house. But I am not referring to that family traitor, no there is a young girl that has not fully matured yet. She is in Washington and I demand that the two of you leave today to take care of this matter."

"What does 'take care' of it mean precisely?" I questioned gritting my teeth pondering what his justification would be for the suggestion.

Joham inhaled a quick and shallow breath before raising one of his over sized hands in the air. His mammoth claw made a quick swooshing sound, as if someone had just swung a baseball bat, before it made a loud crash against my left cheek. The impact of the collision set me back a few feet as I tried to catch my breath before the blood began oozing from my mouth.

"Control yourself you worthless creature unless you wish to be fed to the crowd." Joham coldly replied throwing a discarded towel in my direction.

Domenica quickly came to my side in an attempt to assist as I tried to muster any amount of strength I could find in order to pull myself back into a sitting position. Father wrapped his cold, alien like fingers around the back of Domenica's delicate neck throwing her back on the bed as if she were nothing more than a rag doll.

"Do not move! You do not assist the fallen they will only weigh you down." Father hissed, "listen to me my little disappointments you will leave today for Forks, Washington, find the Cullen girl and bring her to me! You have one week. AMELIA!"

Our youngest sister quietly and cautiously tip toed into the deafening silence.

"Give them the information and go with them! The three of you by far exceed the disappointment that I have for your brother. Now get out of my sight!" Joham growled before slithering from the room.

Domenica and I remained still in the silence listening to the bear stomps our father made leaving the room and then I heard the quiet sobs escaping from both of my sisters.

"Vivian!" Amelia cried.

She and Domenica enveloped me in their arms holding me safely as I sobbed rocking back and forth, attemping to control myself.

"Did he break it?" Domenica quietly questioned gently pulling my new wound towards her to see.

"We heal quickly remember?" I whispered my voice obviously shaking, I could feel my teeth chattering.

"I will get some ice for it." Amelia said as she began to rise from the floor turning gracefully on her tip toes.

I reached for my sister's pale hand pulling her back to where I remained, "no I just want to go to the airport okay? Can we just get out of here? Please."

Amelia nodded, "of course I have already packed our things the car is waiting for us outside."

"I will grab you some clothes dearest." Domenica kissed the top of my head as Ameila pulled me to my feet and helped me to the bathroom to wash the dried blood from my skin.

My sisters and I changed quickly into travel clothes leaving our former prison as fast as we could with the drive to the airport being as calm as possible. Amelia had been lucky to have booked our flight at the time she had due to a strong storm brewing just off of the coast it would be looming over San Paulo soon causing havok on travel.

"First class, thank you Amelia!" Domenica grinned as we boarded the plane.

I was anxious to rest, I full intended on sleeping the entire way in hopes that I would be completely healed from but I found that it was far too difficult to even think about sleeping. How could I take this little girl away from her family, did she even have a family, did she murder her mother the way that my sisters and I had done, is she happy.

I glanced to Domenica who was sitting beside me watching the ground below as we flew over it, "What is the child's name?" I asked pointing to the folder in .

Domenica opened the manilla folder pulling the papers out handing them over to me.

"Renesmee Cullen…." I began.

"Renewhata? Oh my God the poor kid is going to get beat down when she goes to school! I mean whatever happened to Susie or Sarah?" Domenica laughed.

I laughed a little, "Ow, it says she is two years old so based only on our own maturity"

"Or lack there of." she grinned.

"She would probably look about 5 or 6 at the least." Amelia chimed squeezing into the seat with us.

"Cullen huh? Isn't that the coven that stood against the Volturi a couple of years ago? The one Nahuel testified for." Domenica asked.

"I believe so and if they have any idea that we are headed their way, we may be dead before we can explain anything." I said as I closed my eyes, my jaw was really starting to hurt.

Amelia smiled gently at me, "Get some rest Vivian."

I smiled at her allowing my eyes to drift trying not to think about the task ahead of me.