Violetta

I walked a step behind Carlisle and Esme. I didn't really know the forest very well, and they didn't think I should meet the wolves yet, so they wanted me to steer clear of the treaty line, although it didn't exactly exist anymore, according to what Jasper was saying last night. He told me everything that I didn't already know.

I must admit, I was a little jealous of Renesmee. Sure, leave the first hybrid in the dark, but keep the second. She's more important to them, no doubt. Seth, Leah and Jacob were really nice to me.

Seth kept telling about his cousin who had joined their pack several weeks ago. He was 17, and Renesmee kept trying to talk him up to me this morning while they ate.

I got a sick feeling in my stomach what Carlisle and Esme stopped walking. The turned and faced me, glancing briefly at each other.

"Edward was talking to you about me." I assumed.

They nodded.

"Violetta, is there anything we should know about you?" Carlisle asked.

I didn't reply. They should know, and they probably did now, but I didn't want them to. I wasn't going to risk it on the slight chance that Edward had told them something completely different. I could always claim that I just simply wasn't hungry.

Jasper noticed the scars last night. It scared me when he brought it up. Last time someone did, I was lying on the ground bleeding after being beaten that bad. He was nice, though, empathic. He didn't raise his voice, or hit me, or tell me it was bad. He didn't insult me, he just said he was always there if I ever needed to talk about anything, and to please try refrain from doing it again.

It was a house full of vampires; I don't think I would be able to find much time anyway, they would smell the blood instantly.

A few seconds of silence had passed.

"It's warm today, and you're wearing a long sleeve shirt." Esme said.

"Ah, Edward told you that." I whispered. "I'm not stupid; I know what you're trying to do."

"Don't you think that is something we should know about?" Carlisle asked.

I shook my head, "It doesn't concern you."

"And yet I feel it does." He said, "You were abused, tortured, miserable, and that was all because I left you."

"No it wasn't." I denied.

"No? If I hadn't have left, you would have still been with me all that time. You wouldn't have had to go to that foster home. I might have been able to fight the Volturi off. You might have been happier."

"You don't know that I'm not happy."

"Letty." Carlisle said softly, as if it were obvious to them.

"You've known me for about 24 hours." I said. "You couldn't possibly know anything."

"We can see it in your eyes." Esme spoke gently, swiftly. "And it was like that in Dresden, too."

I was silent again.

"And the…diet?"

"What about it?"

"Edward told us…" Esme said in the same soft voice.

"Edward is really getting on my nerves." I rolled my eyes.

"It's not healthy, Let."

"I know." I nodded, "I've been like this for a while. I know it isn't healthy."

"We're going to have to do something about it."

"Okay, I'm leaving." I turned around and started to follow the trail back to the house. They caught up and Carlisle grabbed my arm.

"Violetta—"

"No, I'll get my things and I'll leave. I'm not your problem." I said, shaking his grip off my arm.

"Please, Let. I just got you back…" Carlisle said, his voice low.

We were closer to the house now, and Jasper appeared through the trees. He moved to block me from the house.

"This is cruel." I said.

"No, this is strategy." Jasper said.

Edward showed up too, standing beside Jasper.

"They'll just follow you, Violetta. We all will."

"I would really rather you didn't."

"Do you really want to go off on your own again? Living in solitude?"

"I like being alone." I said as I pushed passed Jasper.

Edward appeared in front of me again.

"Geez, what, do you want me fight my way out of here?"

"You're not getting out." He said. "You have become a part of our family, and we're going to help you."

"I don't need help." I snapped.

"Oh, you really do." He said.

"Edward." I scolded.

"Go help you daughter. God knows she's more important than anything else to all of you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Esme asked.

"You don't really expect me not to be a little hurt that I wasn't good enough for you, but she is. Is it because she actually grew up? Or she's just the right hybrid for you?" I asked coldly.

I saw Edward was distracted by my thoughts, so I walked passed him. He grabbed my arm. "Violetta, Carlisle was trying to keep you safe. It would have been a whole lot worse if you were still with him."

"I cannot imagine it being worse. You didn't send Ness away when they came for her."

"I wanted to. I wanted her to leave with Jacob, but Bella wouldn't agree. She was only parting with her if a fight was assured. We needed her there for them to see. They didn't believe that she was hybrid."

"I'm sure they didn't." I said. I pushed him backwards with force. He crashed into a tree and shot back up, growling at me.

Jasper appeared in front of him, holding him still.

"Edward, don't." Carlisle said.

He screamed, and Jasper dropped him in shock. He stepped backwards.

"Violetta! Stop!" Carlisle yelled at me.

I lifted the pain from him, leaving him paralysed for a few seconds. He stood up slowly, "What the fuck was that?" He snapped at me.

I stared at him.

"That's a lot more powerful than Jane, I'll give you that."

"You're just lucky I didn't use all of it characteristics." I snapped before turning and walking quickly to their house.

I glanced at Esme and Carlisle as I had turned. Esme looked mortified. Carlisle wasn't shocked. I had used it a few times with everything I had when I was younger. I didn't know what I was doing that young, so I would just watch him screaming in pain on the ground until I somehow lifted it.

He knew how it felt, and he knew that what I had just done was nothing compared to what I was capable of.

"What do you mean that wasn't anything?" I heard Edward question him.

"That was probably as little as she can do with her gift."

"What's the most?" Jasper asked.

"It literally feels like you are being burned alive, and your insides are being ripped through your skin. You lose all feeling in everything except for the excruciating pain. It isn't all in your head. Did you know we can bruise? I didn't until she was born. You get bruises all over you. It crushes you. A human would die almost instantly from it. When I said it wouldn't affect Bella last night, that was false. It would be less painful, but still agonising. It can kill a vampire, too. It's so unusual to see happen. They just writhe in unbelievable pain for a few minutes, then their whole body is paralysed, and they scream at the top of their lungs, then it just goes silent. They die, just like that. It's extraordinary, yet agonizing to watch. She can affect several at a time, too." Carlisle explained to them.

"You've seen it?" Esme asked him.

"And felt it. When she was younger, she didn't understand it. She didn't know she was doing it, and she didn't know how to start and stop it. A simple tantrum would cause it. Anything that upset or angered her. She knows how it works now, can start and stop if when she wants, but she doesn't have complete control. I think she meant it then, but if she gets too upset or angry, she loses the control. That's when the other vampire die. They were there for me, and I didn't want to fight them with her watching, so I didn't defend myself. She did it for me." He said.

"That's terrible." Esme said.

"I'm surprised the Volturi didn't want her…" Jasper said.

"They did. They just wanted us dead first." Edward said. "She's listening."

I ran out of the forest then as fast as I could, I went inside and didn't greet the others. Alice stared at me in horror and terror as I walked passed them.

"Alice?" Rosalie asked her.

"Holy shit." Alice breathed. "The vision I had before, it was…bad. Edward will explain it to you later, and so will Carlisle."

Renesmee stood and followed me up the staircase.

I got my phone charger, the little amount of clothes I had, and threw them into the bag I had brought them in.

"What's going on?" She asked me.

"Ask your precious grandparents." I snapped as I walked passed her.

"Violetta!" I heard Carlisle call.

I walked down the staircase and he grabbed my elbow.

"Do not make me use it on you too." I said coldly.

He didn't let go, "Do what you want to me, but I am not letting you leave."

"It's not your decision."

"You look 15, and like me. I report this and someone sees you, you'll be returned to us anyway." He said.

I took my bag off my shoulder and got my wallet out from it. I took the slightly crumpled piece of folded paper and handed it to him. He opened it hesitantly.

"Remember that? "Violetta, you are your own person. Live your life how you want it, and don't let others tear you down or stop you from getting what you want. Set goals, and achieve them. Travel around the world, decide your own fate."" I quoted a paragraph from his letter to me. The others fell silent, and Esme was staring at Carlisle.

He read the whole thing twice before he folded it. He handed it back to me and I put it back in my wallet. "You kept it." He said to me.

"It was all that was left of you." I said quietly. "And now I'm trying to go and live my life how I want it. You are preventing me from doing that."

"That was almost believable; except that I know that you really want is to stay with us." Edward said.

"How have you not learnt to shut up yet? Do I need to use more power?"

"No, definitely not." He said quickly.

I sighed and turned around, walking out of the house quickly.

"Carlisle, follow her." Rosalie said to him.

"No, she's right. I'm preventing her from living how she wants."

"She wants to stay with us." Edward said.

I walked down the driveway slower than I had left the house. It was a normal human speed.

I heard the front door open and close again. I took a deep breath to prepare myself for another round. I was not going to cry in front of them. It was now that I realised I was already crying.

"Violetta, wait." Esme's voice said quietly from a few metres behind me.

I stopped. She had been nothing but good to me over the past few days. The least I could do was let her speak.