A/N: Wow! What can I say! This took forever to write! But I love how it turned out!

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Nessie POV

We woke up and were out the door by 6 A.M. I was eager to get out of here, but at the same time… this was home to me.

Once again history was repeating itself. Jacob and I had to relocate and stay with people we had never met before in a completely different country. This time though…with our soon to be 3 month old child. I couldn't express to anyone how I felt at the moment. My mind was wound up with all the possibilities of what the future held…mostly of all the bad things that could happen. Jacob always had his arm around my waist, or his hand clasped around mine, or his arm around my shoulder. I was sure that he wanted to feel my presence, to know that I was still here with him. He didn't want to lose me.

And I didn't want to lose him.

Jacob POV

The once playful, loud little Arabell was now a quiet, observant little Arabell. Our flight had already taken off, and for the first three hours, all she did was stare out of the small, oval-shaped window, sitting in her mother's lap. She had her blue binkie in her mouth. I watched her for awhile, taking in her surroundings and playing with Nessie's cell phone. I let out a few chuckles every time she tried to put it in her mouth.

I caught a glimpse of her having a vision a few hours into the flight. It lasted about 15 seconds, and then she looked away from me and towards the window. I couldn't figure out her reaction towards it.

"Arabell?"

She quickly turned her head to look at me, then at Nessie, who was sleeping, her head on my shoulder. Poor Arabell…

She knows so much and yet she is so young, too young to worry about a thing.

Nessie POV

After taking a stop in Hong Kong we hopped on another flight and we were on our way. When we had about an hour left of our flight, we were heading towards the ground where we could see the booming city life. Arabell leaned over in my lap to look out the window, her attention focused solely on another part of the world she would soon experience herself.

As we walked out to the baggage claim, I could immediately make out the two people who were waiting to take us to their home.

It was easy to know that this couple was waiting for us, because they both had the golden tint in their eyes and were absolutely beautiful. The girl had long, auburn hair that looked stunning against her pale skin. Her she had a delicate face. Her features were perfect, and she smelled sweet like all vampires did…but with a little bit of a…tangy twist. I couldn't describe it. The boy was pale as well with short, chestnut hair.

I stopped a few feet away from them, holding Arabell tight in my arms.

The girl came up to me.

"Are you Renesmee?"

It was shocking to hear her pretty Australian accent. The sentence echoed in my mind.

"Yes…and you are?"

"I am Sara, and this is my husband Braden." She turned to point at him. He smiled, showing off his brilliant white teeth.

I spaced out for a moment.

"Renesmee? Are you ok?" Sara asked me, waving a hand in front of my face.

"Oh, um yeah. Sorry. Everything has been going so fast the past 2 days…Too fast for me."

She took my hand in hers.

"You will be safest here. That is why Ellen sent you here."

The way she said this to me felt reassuring…it made me gain a little bit of confidence that I shouldn't worry…that in the end everything will work out…

But only a little bit.

We finally arrived at the place we would call our home for who knew how long. It was right by the beach. It was a one story house with white panels all around the outside of the house. There were tall, tropical plants that grew all around the house…there were even palm trees! I hadn't seen palm trees since I had last visited Zafrina and her coven.

I tried not to drown in those memories. It would just make me feel even more sad. Instead, I focused on the waves that moved from the shore and back out into the ocean, the way that the leaves on the palm trees shook lightly in the wind, the way the sun shone on the sand…

And when I stepped out of the car, the humid air felt wonderful on my skin. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth trap me in its presence.

"Renesmee?"

It was Braden, his expression worried.

I turned around to face him, open my eyes, and smiled.

"You can call me Nessie."

Sara led Jacob and I to our room all the way in the back of the house. The room was huge, and filled with sunlight pouring in through the tall windows. In fact, one whole wall was just the windows, with modern-looking glass doors that led right out to the beach. We had a king-size bed with fluffy white comforters, and on the opposite wall there was a crib for Arabell. The floors were made of bamboo, and there were splashes of color here and there.

"Thank you, so much. You don't know how much this means to me for you guys to take us in on such a short notice."

"Oh of course! Ellen told us about your situation. I offered to help right away." Sara said boisterously.

Then she added. "We also have a room for Arabell, but we put Addison's old crib in here for Arabell just in case you two wanted her with you.

"Thank you…by the way…who is Addison?"

She smiled softly, the placed her hand on the polished, white crib. "He's my nephew." She said, wrapping her hand around one of the bars.

By now Jacob and Braden left the room to get our bags. I placed Arabell in the crib, who had fallen asleep in my arms.

She stretched out in the crib, the way Jacob did when he slept. And as she yawned her tiny lips shaped into a small O, and then her small fingers reached into the air and lay softly against the blanket.

"She's gorgeous." Sara said quietly. Her face sparkled as the sun's beams of light shone through the window, her auburn locks of hair glowing.

Then I looked at myself. I was glowing as well…and so was Arabell.

I felt a tear run down my cheek, and I couldn't help but wrap my arms around this friendly person that so gladly took us in when we needed the help.

"Thank you." I whispered, my eyes on the baby girl sleeping softly in her crib.

I sat at the kitchen table with Jacob, a cup of water by my side. I was starving, and the aroma coming from the stove was making me even more impatient. Braden was making us dinner.

Sara came around and sat down, pushing over to us a bowl of sliced oranges.

"We just bought groceries yesterday. It's been a few decades since I actually ate human food." She smiled slyly.

"In a way I miss it though…" She whispered, looking down at the oranges that Jacob and I so gladly shared.

I was interested to learn more about these people. There was always a story behind a person, and when it came to vampires…they are no exception.

"Sara?" I asked, hoping how she would react when I asked my next question for her.

"Yes?" She looked up to me, her golden eyes fierce against the shadows that played against her face.

"How did you become a vampire?"

She was silent for a moment, but smiled as she looked over at Braden, who was smiling as well.

"Are you ready? It's a long story." She laughed.

"I'm not going anywhere else." I said. "I'm ready."

She sighed, chuckling.

"I was born on May 12, 1900. My human name was Sara Kayla Williams. I grew up in a rich family. My father owned a big company started by his grandfather which operated gold mines here in Australia. His name was David. I admired my father, for his strengths in running his company and being a very charismatic person made him a well-known man here. My mother was a French-Canadian who immigrated here with her family when she was only 5 years old. Her name was Elodie, and she was tough on me, making sure that she brought me up well and taught me everything I needed to know. She wanted me to marry well and to a rich, respectable young man. I just wanted to run with the boys and get messy." She giggled. "I always got along with my older brother. His name was David Williams Jr. We did a lot of guy stuff together. My mother didn't enjoy that much.

He swore to every young man in town that if they tried to hurt me or mess with my heart that he would tear them to pieces. They knew then not to mess with me…or else they would have to go through him." She laughed. "But then my mother died giving birth to my younger sister, Juliette. It was 1904, and she was only 26 years old. I was only so young. I soon realized how lost I was without my mother. My father was devastated. He was very busy with his company, but he did his best to take care of us. We had our aunts come every once in awhile to help us out.

When I was 14, my brother was sent off to war. Once again my world was falling apart. My brother was the only person that could cheer me up. He was the only one that got me through our mother's death. He was only 20years old I barely recognized him with the new uniform he wore…the weapon he had strapped on his back…the cold, stone-like expression he wore.

I had nightmares almost every night after he left. His wife had a son two months after his death, and died giving birth to him. His name was Addison. Since I was his aunt, and the only loving family he had, I took him in with me. He was born on November 2, 1914. The rest of my life was tough. My mother was gone, my brother was gone, and no one didn't really care about me anymore…

That was until I met Braden." She paused and looked over at him, then back at us. "I was only 16, and I was mesmerized when I saw this beautiful, tall boy with pretty chestnut hair. I remember seeing him almost everyday while walking to the market to sell the fresh fruit that we would grow outside our house.

I finally brought up the courage to go and talk to him, though every time I did I would lose my train of thought. The way he spoke to me…oh it just blew my mind!

He was so kind to me! The most kind person I had talked to in such a long time. I remember him telling me when I first said his name…"

"You may call me Bray." She laughed again. "He said it very sweetly. Oh he was such a flirt."

Braden turned from the stove and raised his eyebrows at us. We all laughed.

Sara suddenly looked very sad.

"I became very sick when I was seventeen. The doctors told me that I was going to die. I was horrified. I still had Addison to take care of. Addison was my life…and so was Braden.

I didn't know he was a vampire then, but I knew that he could do something about my sickness. I knew that there was something about him…his soul…I knew that he could keep me in this world."

"Do something! I told him urgently. I was on the verge of death, coughing up blood like crazy.

Do something! I kept screaming. I need to be here for Addision!

And that was when I found out what he was. I looked into his golden eyes, and when he brought his icy cold breath against my neck…I knew that he was a vampire.

For the next three days, I thought I was still dying. I didn't know that changing into a vampire would be this painful.

I woke up on the shore, the sky dark. The stars shining brightly…a full moon.

And there was Braden, with Addison in his arms.

I was in love with him, and I knew that this was the way things were meant to be.

I was transformed on May 22, 1917. One year later we got married and I became Sara Taylor. We could officially adopt Addison, who was four years old at the time."

"Do you two have any gifts?" I asked quickly.

"Yes. Well, of course…you two know Jane…from the Volturi?"

"Um…yes? Why? Were you with them once?"

"Oh No! But I had met her once. I found out that my powers were just like hers, but stronger. She couldn't hurt me. The Volturi did ask me to join them. I said no. I had more important things to be doing than parading around a castle in a stupid red cloak."

"She's a very enthusiastic person you know." Braden added. "all Sara wants is for people to be happy. She's very compassionate. But if you mess with her, she will come right back at you." He said loudly, slapping his hands together.

"I think she got it from her brother." He laughed.

"Why thank you, Bray." Sara laughed. "And he's the more serious one. He can be a little quiet though. Don't take it the wrong way." She whispered to us, smiling.

"Do you have a gift, Braden? Or should I call you Bray?"

"You can call me Bray." He turned to look at Nessie, being polite. "

"Mine isn't really a gift, like Sara's." He said. "But all I want is to see the world as one. I hate war, especially what is going on with these hooligans that call themselves the new rulers of our existence. I am very passionate about world peace. I'll help anyone that needs the help."

"You are very compassionate as well, Bray." Sara added.

He smiled, still cooking our food.

"When were you transformed, Bray?" Jacob asked.

"I was born on February 1st, 1806, and I was transformed when I was eighteen. I remember nothing of my human life. I don't even remember who transformed me or why."

"Oh, and just so you know…we hunt animals." Sara smiled, a sly look on her face.

"Good. I prefer being a vegetarian." I smiled back.

We both laughed. Bray and Jacob just looked at us, then they joined in.

I suddenly felt a little more comfortable here.