Okay, so I shouldn't actually be distracted by another story when I'm in the middle of one. But have you tried fighting a muse? It gets bloody and messy and really, it's just painful to watch and it leaves you asking those birds flying around your head, "Hey! You get the number on that bulldozer?" So yeah, I don't recommend refusing the muse. Ever.

That being said this is my first Twific so don't go crazy if 'you've already seen this plot before' because one: I have no idea which plot you're talking about and two: I'm going to attempt to do things differently. We'll see how that works out. All mistakes are my own but I am in the look out for a beta. So if anyone is interested message me and we'll talk. ;) Enjoy!

Love,

Lil' Miss

It was a well known fact that Bella Swan was as graceful as she was blonde; and being that she was a natural brunette and refused to touch hair dye, much to her mother's persuasions on "trying something new", people frowned on Bella's sarcasm as her being disrespectful and arrogant. Which made Bella laugh when she heard this and gave her a headache at the same time. People were so confusing. It was just a joke; albeit the truth. And to prove this unfortunate fact Bella tripped over seemingly nothing and almost face planted in front of her best friend, Angela Webber, before she could make it completely out of her truck. Stupid gravity.

"Are you okay Bells?" Angela asked sweetly as she offered a hand to Bella. Bella blushed but took it gratefully, glad she wouldn't have to pick herself up by putting her hand into the large mud puddle that her right knee had so wonderfully fallen into. Of course that had to happen. Bella cursed when she put weight on her leg but told herself to shake it off. She was used to her two left feet kicking her in the ass on a daily basis.

"Ouch. That looked like it hurt. Maybe we should have Kit take a look at it." Bella looked down to where Angela was pointing and sighed in exasperation. Her dark jeans (her favorite pair!) were torn, revealing a large blossoming red spot and frayed skin. Bella winced at the sight but that was it. It would start to burn in a few minutes, she was sure.

"Seriously? The bell hasn't even rung yet and I have this to start my Monday? Oh this is just—peachy." Angela giggled much to Bella's annoyance but wrapped her arm around the bleeding brunette's shoulders and smiled.

"That's what you get for being you, sweetcheeks. Now come on. Last time you saw Kit she said she would have cookies ready for us."

"But we saw her on Friday though and when did she say she'd have cookies?" Bella asked confused.

"While you were unconscious and sporting that attractive nose bleed silly," Angela answered with a grin. Bella groaned in embarrassment at the memory, however blurry it was. Last Friday was not a happy day. The tall brunette shushed her friend and giggled when Bella groaned louder. "By the way," She began, squinting as she observed the long gash over Bella's brow; starting from above her right eyebrow, down her brow bone and darting swiftly to her temple. Angela winced slightly at the memories that that wound always brought forth in her…so much blood. Guilt seeped uncomfortably in her gut and she shook her head. "It looks like that cut over your eye is finally healing. Have you been putting on the moisturizer I gave you?" Angela asked.

"Yes, mom." Bella grumbled, but couldn't wipe the small smile from her face at her friend's caring nature.

"Well good. It looks loads better," Angela said. "I hardly noticed it."

"You mean before or after you pointed it out?" Bella said, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Can't I just say your face looks great and not have you slinging out accusations?" Angela huffed and waving her hands out emphatically.

"Nope. You're a horrible actress." Bella lied with a grin. Angela was actually exceptional when it came to lying to your face (i.e. telling Jessica that her ass totally doesn't look bloated in those jeans) but with Bella, Angela's charms and whatnot had no effect. Not that she would lie to her but it was simply an unexpected skill that the taller brunette possessed. It was the art of telling Lauren "You don't suck" to her face with a straight face and not barfing a little in your mouth.

"Lies my dear Bella. You speak only lies and you know it." Her friend emphasized with a few gentle taps on her nose. Bella scrunched her face up at the annoying gesture and stuck her tongue out at her. Angela rolled her eyes and grasped Bella's hand, pulling her along with a tug.

"Now hurry up. Kit said she would make chocolate chip."

"Okay fine but ow – Ang - okay hello bleeding! Are cookies really more important than your best friend's well being?" Bella pouted, stumbling a little as she hobbled around on one leg, mindful of the shooting pain she'd feel whenever she put weight on the other. Stupid knee.

"Oh don't be a baby. You know I love you and your incredible ability to trip over things that aren't there." Her friend cooed as she dragged (if not gently) a pouting Bella to the Nurse's Station and knocked on the countertop when no one seemed to be paying the bleeding student the proper attention. I mean, sure Bella was somewhat of a regular in the Nurse's office, but even then you'd think that the sight of oozing red fluids would invoke some kind of concern.

"Um hello?" Angela looked around the barren office, standing on her tippy toes to hopefully get a better vantage point to see. Where was everyone?

"The service here sucks." Angela grumbled with a frown. Bella nodded and winced when she felt a sudden spiking pain in her knee, making her whole leg pulse. Angela glanced at Bella worriedly and began knocking more urgently on the counter. Whether it was a cracked open skull, scuffed knee or a damn splinter, someone was going to see her best friend. Say hello to Mama Bear, bitches.

"Hello! Is anybody even here? Do you even care that someone is probably bleeding to death and—"

"May I help you?" A beautiful voice said. Both girls' heads whipped around behind them and gasped at the sight before them. There stood probably the most gorgeous woman either girl had ever seen. Her heart shaped face was framed beautifully in caramel curls that reached to the middle of her shoulder blades. She was ghostly pale but Bella could barely make out the hints of a slight pink hue to her cheeks. How did I even catch that? She's like a sheet. The woman's warm golden eyes were what Bella found the hardest to look away from. They sparkled even in the poorly lit florescent lighting and Bella felt her insides churn pleasantly at the sight despite herself.

"Oh my. You're bleeding dear." The beautiful woman's face scrunched up in obvious concern and Bella thought that she didn't deserve to look anything but happy and content.

"Huh?" Was Bella's unintelligible response.

"Your knee, sweetheart. How did this happen? It seems like an awful lot of blood." The woman bit her lip but her frown did not waver. Angela shook her head in a vain attempt to clear the gorgeous sight of the woman from muddling her brain. It didn't work. Wait …nope still there.

"My friend here fell out of her truck this morning and scraped her knee pretty bad." Angela looked down at Bella's knee again and her eyes widened, taking in the nearly soaked front of her jeans, the blood pooling down and trailing down her shoe lace. "And she won't stop bleeding. I thought only head wounds were supposed to gush like that. Or when you cut yourself shaving or something." Angela mumbled the last part to herself but Bella heard it and rolled her eyes.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. Perhaps we should have a closer look and get you all cleaned up." Both girls regarded the woman oddly. Bella finally noticed the ID badge hanging around the unfamiliar woman's neck, classifying her as part of the staff.

"Where's Nurse Phillips? And the rest of the Nursing staff for that matter?" Angela asked, looking around. The woman smiled kindly, stealing Bella's breathe away.

"I'm not sure about Nurse Phillips, but I do know that the rest of the staff members are in a meeting. It's just me till then, I'm afraid. But I promise to be gentle." The woman smiled. Bella almost snorted at the innocent but unintentional suggestion, but a strangled gasp ripped from her before she try and cover it up. She barely shifted her leg but the slicing feeling was unmistakable. What the fuck?

"Oh you poor thing. Why don't we get you cleaned up before that gets infected?" The woman suggested. Bella held back a whimper at the thought of moving her leg but the beautiful woman saved her from thinking about it for too long and made her way towards her. Bella's heart began to race for some unknown reason.

"Lean on me dear." The woman said gently. Bella did and unconsciously leaned her weight on her bad leg to move closer. The girl whimpered and the woman almost looked pained at the sound.

"Don't stand on it sweetheart. Just lean your whole body against mine, don't move your feet." Bella hesitated but complied and leaned more of her weight against the women.

"That's it. Okay I'm going to wrap my arm around your waist. Is that okay?" The woman asked gently. Bella nodded. The woman wrapped her pale arm around Bella's back and held her hip lightly. Bella willed her heart rate to slow down but it rudely ignored her.

"Let's try walking now, but don't put any weight on that leg and let me support that side. Alright?" The woman instructed.

Another nod.

"Alright. Here we go." Bella did as she was told and leaned her weight on the woman as she helped her along into the room. It didn't even feel like she was walking with her and felt more like she was being carried.

"There we are. How was that?" Bella smiled a little as the woman settled her into a seat and quickly moved away to the other side of the room. She probably needs to get a giant band-aid from the cabinets for the hole in my knee, Bella thought.

"Much better than I would have been able to do on my own. Thank you." The woman beamed and busied herself with a few drawers and began pulling the necessary things out.

"Of course darling. That's what I'm here for." She replied gently, a soft smile gracing her lips. Normally Bella would have felt weirded out by all the pet names from a perfect stranger but she found it oddly comforting and felt a warm feeling fill her belly.

"Are you the new nurse?" Angela asked curiously from her spot against the wall as she observed the beautiful stranger gracefully open drawers; not a single movement wasted or fumbled.

"Yes I am. Oh how rude of me, it seems I've lost my manners," The woman stretched out a pale hand to Angela. "I'm Esme Cullen." Bella giggled softly at the dumbstruck look on her friend's face. Angela shook her head slightly to clear it and took the hand. She frowned at the temperature. It's like shaking hands with an ice sculpture.

Angela's eyes nearly bugged out of her head.

"Wait...Cullen? As in Dr. Cullen?"

"Oh you must be referring to my husband. Yes, that Cullen." The woman giggled. Bella couldn't help but smile at the sound.

Angela blushed.

"Have you met my husband?" She asked.

"Um no I haven't, but I'm pretty sure Bella here has by now." Angela gestured to the girl in question and Bella turned red. Esme smiled at the girl.

"Is that so?" Esme raised an amused eyebrow and regarded Bella with a glint in her eye.

"I-I…well I wouldn't…I mean—" Bella sputtered. Esme laughed, finding the girl absolutely adorable beyond words.

"Its fine, sweetheart. I'm sure you're plenty safe to not end up at my husband's office regularly." She quirked an eyebrow at the teen and Bella blushed. I wouldn't be so sure of that lady.

"So let's see what we have here. My my, child. Were you by any chance hugging a meat grinder this morning?" The woman teased. Bella blushed.

"It looks that bad, huh?" The woman smiled and shook her head 'no' while Angela examined the wound next to her, nodding mutely. Bella sighed.

"Great. This wouldn't by any chance get me out of gym would it?" Bella asked hopefully.

"Well, I would hope so. A limping student in a gymnasium is not a very productive use of your time, hmm?" Bella shook her head sheepishly.

"Not to worry. I'll be sure to write a note for your teachers so you won't have to participate." Bella let out a sigh of relief. The woman busied herself with cleaning the angry looking wound, her movements gentle and loving while her face showed a look of concentration and …strain?

"Are you alright?" Bella asked. The woman blinked.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Um er…you just look really tense…"Bella trailed off, not really sure where she was going with her assessment. Honey colored eyes looked at her for a moment before snapping out of it and smiling warmly.

"Yes, I'm fine. No need to worry yourself dear. But thank you for your concern." Bella gave her a hesitant smile.

"Alright. All done." She said as she stood and began cleaning everything up. Angela bent over and looked at the strip of gauze that surprisingly hadn't bled through yet. She must have bound it pretty tight then.

"How ya feelin' buttercup?" Angela asked in a horrible masculine southern accent, slapping her thigh. Bella giggled none the less.

"Fine, I guess. Sore still but hey – no gym." Bella perks up at the thought and made to stand before a cold hand rested on her good knee to stop her.

"Wait for a moment. I found the cause of your massive bleeding."

"The cause?" Bella asked.

"Yes. This," Esme holds up a jagged black hook between her index and thumb finger. "Was lodged into your knee. You must have fallen on it during your spell." Esme surmised as she examined the object in her fingers, turning it around, watching as the light caught it at different angles. Bella went pale.

"That – that was inside – was in my," The girl's blood went cold and she couldn't feel her friend's tight grip in her hand or her urgent calls of her name.

"Bella? Bella!"

"Wha-" Angela's worried face slowly came into focus and Bella forced herself to blink.

"You okay?" Her friend asked softly, trying to keep her voice low so the other woman wouldn't hear.

"I – I don't know. Is that really – what I think it is?" Bella glanced quickly at the black claw in the woman's hand. Angela shook her head.

"I'm not sure, but we shouldn't think about that now. I thought we were going to forget about it." Bella sighed.

"I know but can you honestly look at my knee and look at that – thing, " The woman flinched but neither girl noticed. "and refute what's in her hands. It's a warning." Bella hissed lowly.

"Maybe we shouldn't talk about this here. We're already in the middle of 1st period. Let's just meet up before lunch and we can talk about it then okay. It's probably nothing." Bella didn't look so convinced but nodded anyway. Her friend was right. This was not the place or in the right company to have this conversation.

"Is everything alright, girls?" Esme asked softly. Both girls nodded. The woman frowned but said nothing, watching as Angela grabbed both hers and Bella's bags.

"Well I hope you feel better dear." Bella smiled weakly at her but refused to look at her hand. It's not there. It's not there. If I pretend that it's not there then one day I just might believe it.

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