Hi this is my first fanfiction, i`ve been reading some like this and I wanted to try my own version I hope you all like it. If you do please review its good for my mental health  .

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT.

CHAPTER ONE

HOPE

BELLA POV

I felt horrid inside knowing this was my doing. I had taken away this angel`s innocence, because of my selfishness. For a century I had called myself a monster because of my thirst.

But today was the first day that my belief of that was distinct and unwavering.

I had caused this angel to suffer and now he was alone in this bleak and sanguinary world. I didn`t know what to do or if I should do anything. Carlisle had been at my side and felt my distress. He placed a consoling hand on my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me.

I didn't deserve comfort after what I had done. I felt the ugly urge to shrug out from his touch, but denied it. I would hurt him, my father, my mentor and it would increase my guilt by tenfold.

I couldn't bear hurting him. My family. Not anymore. Not today.

"Carlisle what am I going to do? It was my fault that this happened. My fault that he doesn't have a family!" I cried out on panic. Carlisle sighed and then spoke, "Bella to be honest, I myself do not know. Nothing like this has ever happened to us. Perhaps we should consider aiding the authorities I finding suitable adoptive parents for him," I heard the reluctance in his voice and I knew why.

He wanted to keep him. He wanted to take this sweet angel into our family and care and love him. Esme and Rosalie also wanted this. Desperately. As desperately as I wanted it.

Rosalie came closer to the bed and stroked his beautifully pink cheeks as he slept. I could see the love already building in her. I saw in that moment that she wanted nothing more than to hold this beautiful baby in her arms and sing to him, kiss him goodnight, read to him, play with him and protect him from any and everything and everyone.

I could see the same emotions growing in Esme.

For decades I had watched Emmett and Carlisle try to heal their true loves torn hearts. They couldn't. At least not completely.

They had only been able to heal the part of them that had needed someone to love them back. A person who understood them and loved and accepted all their perfections and flaws. Carlisle and Emmett had been able to do that.

But they couldn't heal or mend the wound that had been created when they traded their souls for immortality. They could no longer have what that broken part of their hearts desired with a passion so potent, it was almost impossible to be rid of.

They wanted beautiful babies of their own.

This could never happen for them because as vampires we were unable to get pregnant, thus we could not have children.

But as I looked down at the sleeping boy before me, I saw on their faces how by even the thought of being so close to this angel, how their hearts had slowly begun to heal.

It was madness of course. We were bloodthirsty killers; we couldn't adopt him and care for him. He would be terrified. He would beg and scream for us to let him go.

And I knew that this would only serve to tear Rose and Esme to shreds. And myself as well.

But still the mere hint of hope had all of us yearning for it desperately. We all wanted to keep him and protect him. But would he need protecting from anything more than seven, bloodthirsty killing machines?

I sighed. "Carlisle, we need to have a family meeting."