The Nameless Girl's PoV
When Mother and Father had gotten home after the incident, they both ignored me, but that night, after Mother went to put Renesmee to bed and everyone else was doing their own thing, I had my first human (well, not so human) contact. It was from Father.

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Father smiled lovingly at Renesmee and Mother, kissing Mother gently but passionately on the mouth and then gently kissing Renesmee on the forehead. They left, Mother taking Renesmee to put her to bed. All my Aunts and Uncles had already said goodnight to them, so had Grandfather and Grandmother, even the big tanned boys.

Soon after Mother and my twin left, everyone scattered to do their own thing. I was just sitting quietly on the couch, waiting for everyone to vacate the room with their mate so I could sleep on the couch. Before I could even think about laying my head down, Father came and grabbed my arm, dragging me out the back door and right through the freezing water of the lake that surrounded the house. He dragged me deep in the forest. When we were at the destination, he let go of my arm, throwing me to the ground in the process.

“GET UP!” He snarled at me. I was scared to say the least.

I stood up carefully, hoping not to provoke him. As soon as my small body was to its feet, his hand came into contact with my face, sending my flying for yards, right into a tree. I dented the tree and feel from the grove that my body had created, face first onto the ground. I started cried, heart retching sobs and cries and pleads for help. I begged Father to stop, but he wouldn’t, he didn’t let up and he hit and kicked me.

I didn’t have enough time between attacks to even think about teleporting somewhere safe. All throughout this though, I felt like someone was watching… But why weren’t they helping me?!

“GET UP YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!” He screamed at me. I didn’t know what anything but worthless me, but I knew it wasn’t a nice thing to say. “WHY WERE YOU EVEN BORN?! YOU COULD HAVE MADE MY WIFE DO SOMETHING SHE’D REGRET BY KILLING YOU!” He screeched at me. He then chuckled harshly and in a dark, but calmer voice he said, “But come to think of it, neither of us would have regretted it if she had killed you. Maybe I should just kill you now, but then the Volturi would kill me. How about we wait until the Voturi come and leave and then I kill you. If they don’t kill you first.” He was still chuckling darkly and will one kick to my temple, he stalked off using his vampire speed.

He had left me cold, wet, bloody, dirty and shivering in the forest. He had left me for the wolves, literally.

The blow to my temple was making me lose consciousness. Before I was knocked out completely, in my blurring vision I saw some tall, burly tanned men coming towards me. There were three tanned men and 2 huge wolves. The biggest man picked my small frame up. He was warm, so very warm. I cuddled up to him, trying to get heat back into my body. As I lost consciousness, I whispered to them “Thank you”, and then I was gone.

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Sam’s PoV

I watched as the leech beat his little girl. She looked only to be 2 years old, but I knew should was nothing more than a week old. This wasn’t Renesmee, for the fact that if it was, Jake would have already ripped the leech to shreds. I wanted so badly to help that little girl, but I couldn’t. Edward was just on the other side of the Treaty Line, so unless he had brought her over to our side, there was nothing I could do to protect this little girl.

Edward was taunting her with nasty words, and my Pack and I growled lowly. He was partly putting on this little show for us.

He finally finished attacking that poor child and sauntered off. Embry, Quil and I phased, Paul and Jared stayed in their wolf forms just in case there was a vampire attack. I hurried over to the little girl who was losing consciousness and fast. I picked her up, cradling her shivering, wet and bloody body, trying to give her as much of my warmth as possible. She cuddled up to my chest, so it must have been working.

I could feel her body slacken as she drifted into unconsciousness. She was able to do one last thing though, she whispered “Thank you” and left the awakened world for a little while. I could tell that even those two small words had taken a lot of energy to produce.

I wasn’t rushing to get home, my pack just behind me, as I didn’t want to jolt her body as it was no doubt sore. I looked down at her small body and for the first time saw the many deep, dark bruises forming. I saw that her arm was contorted in a strange manner and that it seemed that her leg was bent in a way that no leg should even be able to bend. As soon as I saw these, along with the blood dripping down her face and other limbs, I started running, trying not to jolt her body as much as possible.

As I ran into my house, I noticed it was morning and Emily had just set down breakfast on the table and Brady and Collin, best friends and twin brothers, were gorging on pancakes, eggs, bacon and sausage. Leah sat beside them, glaring at her food.Emily smiled brightly as she saw me come in, but then she saw the fragile body I was clutching to my chest and immediately became alarmed. “Oh, dear.” She muttered and then run upstairs to grab her first aid kit.

Brady and Collin enthusiastically turned to greet us, their mouths still stuffed full. Leahdidn’t turn to greet us, like usual. The twins too saw the mangled body of the little girl I held in my arms and swallowed their food whole, running over to see who she was and what happened. Leah looked up them, saw the little girl and became instantly concerned.

Emily came downstairs and I placed the small girl on the couch. Emily began patching up her cuts and put ointment on her bruises as I told them about what happened. The twins, Emily and Leah were furious, but Emily was more worried about the condition of her bones. “Their going to have to be re-broken and put back into place, just like Jake when you guys fought the new borns.” Emily murmured. We all gasped. “She’s healing just as quickly as you guys do, and all her bones have set and started healing wrong.” Emily knew this was a painful procedure as she had been with Carlisle when he was fixing up Jake’s bones and wouldn’t let anyone go through that pain if she could help it. Leah had tears in her eyes, seeing as she was also there with Jacob, Emily and the leech.

“What are we going to do?” Embry asked.
“We’re going to have to wait for her to wake up, give her some pain medication and then take her to see Dr Fangs.” I said.
“WHAT?!” Quil yelled, Emily glared at him, and he lowered his voice, “But it was his son that did this, to his own daughter!”
“I know, I don’t like it any better than you do, but there’s not really much well we can do.”

We all sighed and left her on the couch as we went to eat breakfast and discussed how long it would take for the young girl to wake up.

Embry’s PoV

I was really worried about the 2 year old looking brunette on the couch. Edward really beat her badly. I want to kill that stupid bloodsucking fucker! How the hell could he do that to his little girl?!

I heard a small and sharp intake of breath and some shuffling in the vicinity of the couch, but kept thinking about killing the leech, passing it off as restless sleep. That’s until I heard her loud heart breaking sob. She let out a piercing cry and she started bawling in that way that only babies can.

I stood up quickly, knocking back my chair, vaulting over the recliner and landing in front of the small child who was curled into a ball.
“Hey sweetie, it’s okay. What’s with all the tears?” I asked in a soothing voice, calming her down.

Once she calmed down she opened her eyes. They were a gorgeous green. The outer rim was a dark, forest green and the rest was a bright green, speckled with blue and gold throughout.

When my eyes met hers, something in me snapped. I know it wasn’t imprinting. More or less it was like I was her big brother, I loved her, but not in the way imprinting would make me feel, more like I was her protector. I know that imprinting makes you feel like the girls protector, but I had this strange feeling, that she wasn’t my imprint, but someone was going to imprint on her, but he wasn’t going to live up to the standards, like he was going to fail to protect and love and care for her, so that’s what I was here for.

My attention turned back to her as I heard her whimper. “It hurts.” She cried softly.
“I know, darling.” I whispered, stroking her hair.

Emily came back over and started to look over her again. When Emily tried to touch her, she whimpered and cowered into my side. “Hey, shh, it’s okay.” I shushed her, “I’m right here. Emily just wants to help you. I’ll be right here the whole time.” With that said, she uncurled form my chest and let Emily finish checking her over. Emily gently touched the little girls broken arm. She howled in pain.

“Oh, god.” Whispered Emily. “We have to get her to Carlisle.”
“NOOO!!!” Screamed the little girl half in my arms. We all looked at her confused. “No! Pease don’t make me! Please don’t make me!” The tears started running aggressively down her face, violent sobs racked through her chest.

“I won’t let them take you there, sweetie. It’s okay. Calm down, honey.” I soothed her.
“Why don’t you want us to take you to Dr Cullen, sweet heart?” Asked Emily, sweetly.
“They’re mean. The Cullen’s hate me.” The little brunette replied.
“Huh? But you are a Cullen…” Trailed off Jared.
She shook her head profusely. “They don’t want me. They never did.”
“What do you mean?” Quil asked confused.

Sam interrupted. “How about we start from the beginning? What’s your name, honey?”
“I don’t have one.”
“What do you mean you don’t have one?” Asked Quil quietly.
“They never named me. They weren’t expecting me. It was only meant to be Renesmee. They don’t want me. I was an accident.” She replied, looking glassy eyed as she found a sudden interest in the ceiling.

Paul, who had yet to say anything, although he obviously resented this child did not wanting her thinking something like that, none of us did. So Paul being Paul, an idiot who has never handled a child before, roughly grabbed the green eyed girl’s chin and forced her to look at him, but she closed her eyes, keeping her head tilted to the ceiling. “Never, ever say that ever again! Understand?!” He growled rudely and the small girl.
I pushed him away and glared at him, as did the rest of the Pack. She buried her head in my shoulder and whispered "It’s true.”
“It is not, sweet heart.” I cooed softly, “Please stop thinking like that.”
“Would you like to continue your story, darling?” Asked Sam.
She nodded into my shoulder, then lifted her head up, gaining interest in the wall. This girl really likes to stare at inanimate objects.

“When I was born, I was forgotten. Literally. I was left on the floor. I remembered it being so cold. Renesmee was being taken care of by my Grandparents, Aunties, Uncles and these two really big guys that look like all of you. Father was with Mother. In those two days before Mother woke up, I learned to walk and talk and use a gift of mine, Teleportation. I was looking around the house on my third day of life and heard noises from a room, so I teleported inside. Father was there, leaning over a hospital bed, Mother was on it. Mother was unconscious and Father didn’t notice me. Soon Aunt Alice, both my Uncles and both my Grandparents were in the room, still no one noticed me.

“Mother woke up and everyone talked, mainly about Renesmee and how Mother wanted to see her. Uncle Jasper was worried about a lot of things, he flinched at any sudden movements and shadowed Grandfather’s every move, seeing as Grandfather was the only one besides Father to get closer to Mother. I was yet to be noticed, until Grandfather mentioned something about a ‘thirst’.”

“You got noticed?” Quil interrupted.

“I got noticed alright.” The nameless child said, laughing sardonically. I didn’t think a child could laugh like that. “All their eyes snapped towards me, but only my Mother’s blazing red eyes stood out. I was happy, she had finally noticed me after everyone else only thought of Renesmee. Everyone noticed me for the first time, I thought it was good until I saw the hunger in her scary red eyes. Everyone seemed to panic and Father tried to stop Mother, but she was too fast. She had leapt towards me and I had started teleporting away until she threw me out the window, down two stories, I hit my head on the ground and I hardly missed the jagged rocks sticking out of the ground. Thinking back on that, what a stupid place to put jagged rocks. I mean seriously!

“But anyway, Mother jumped out of the window after me and I jumped up, running as fast as I could, but she was faster and I knew I couldn’t avoid her for long, so I teleported back to the house. My twin was bawling and everyone was rushing around, trying to calm her down and comfort her. I was not noticed, just like before Mother woke up, but someone finally noticed me and everyone turned and looked at me with so much hate that I’m surprised I didn’t spontaneously combust from all the hate in the room. The people who were glaring at me the most and with the most hatred was the two huge guys that look like all of you. Gosh, they scared me.” She shuddered in my arms. I felt rage course throughout my body for my two old Pack brother who deserted my Pack. Who scared this gorgeous little girl and had glared at her with hate.

“I just stayed out of their way after that. Mother and Father got home that afternoon and fully ignored me. No looks or anything. That night Renesmee fell asleep and Mother took her and put her to bed, leaving me with the rest of the family, not that anyone noticed me until Father grabbed me, but still, barely any looks and the ones I did get were of hate. Father dragged more through the lake, through the forest and I’m sure you all know the rest…” She finished.

We were all shocked and appalled. This poor little girl. The whole time Leah had been sitting silently, just listening. I looked over to the female werewolf to see silent tears trailing down her face. This was the first time since Sam Imprinted on Emily, I have seen Leah without some bitter emotion on her face or in her mind.

“Your injuries are very bad, sweetie. I have to take you to Carlisle.” Emily said, tearfully. She did not want to take the brunette to Dr Fang.
“NO! PLEASE!” She yelled, then screamed in pain. Her chest had moved a lot when she yelled, making he broken bones dig into her internal organs. It pained me to see her like this.
“Emily… Please…” I whispered, my voice breaking.
“I-I-I don’t have any mor-mor-morphine.” Emily stuttered.
“Just do it without the morphine.” The little girl instructed.
“I-I can’t. I won’t!” Said Emily, widening her eyes at the prospect of doing such a heinous thing to her.
“Please. Just do it without the morphine.” The child insisted.
Emily took a deep breathe, “Okay. I’ll do it.”

Emily started ordering us all around. I took her upstairs to the guest bedroom. She was sobbing in my arms, whimpering, “It hurts.”
The only reply I could give was, “I know, darling, I know.”

Emily soon entered the room, Leah was to be her assistant. Leah forcefully pushed me out of the room after I kissed the green eyed child on the forehead, seeing as I wouldn’t willingly go. I went downstairs and sat on the couch, in between Jared and Quil. That’s when the screaming started. The screams were so full of pain. I jumped up, to run upstairs and save the poor little girl from this agonizing torture, but Jared and Quil instantly grabbed my arms and after a 5 minute grapple, they restrained me. I would have been restrained before the 5 minutes was up, but her screams kept pushing me onward, until it was at a point, that I know no matter how much she screamed, I wouldn’t be able to break the hold of these two teenaged werewolves.

The screaming got worse and worse, more painful, more torturous, some of the Pack members left until it was just me and Seth. Violent sobs wracked through my body as I cried for the little girl screaming in agony upstairs, until finally Seth grabbed my arm and softly said, “Come on, mate.” and pulled me through the door, tears blurring my vision. I phased as soon as I was outside and I ran. I ran away from the tormented screams, echoing through the forest.