I do not own any thing except my two OCs. Please keep in mind that this is one year AFTER Breaking Dawn and contains spoilers. Also, this story is in no way connected to Meyers' version of Twilight and will contain witches, other magical creatures, and my own explanation of things. Thank you.
Set one year after Breaking Dawn, a new vampire has come to Forks, and brings company. Will these strangers have answers or just more questions? And what do they want with Renesmee? Warning: Contains witches and other magical beings/spoilers.
Carlisle sighed, more out of habit then need, and closed the file on his desk, moving it into a smaller pile on the corner. One more case study finished and it was time for him to go home. He didn't need to rest or sleep or eat, and he could read over and finish all of the files on his desk…but that wasn't human and he had built this life on that act. And he wanted to get home to his family.
There was a knock on the door to his office and one of the student interns called through the door. "Dr. Cullen? One of the nurses asked me to get you."
Carlisle looked at his pager, the battery had run low. That happened when you never turned it off. "What's wrong?" He asked as he opened the office door.
The intern was quiet for a moment, taken by the man's beautiful features before shacking her head. "There was a car accident, and a woman brought in someone. The nurses are trying to get him stable in ER204!" She called after him as he rushed off, just a little faster then human.
It didn't mater though, the young man was already dead when Carlisle got there. One of his legs had been shattered, a lung punctured, his whole right side smashed. The doctors and nurses were giving the time of death, the body still bleeding out on the table. Nothing could be done. The body wasn't recognizable, but Carlisle didn't recognize the scent so it was probably just a tourist passing threw. But there was something familiar about it that he just couldn't remember.
"Where's the other patient?" He asked, wondering which room the woman who had brought him in was in."
"She's in the waiting room." One of the nurses called as they started to clean up the room.
"Waiting room?"
"Apparently she found him in his car off the side of the highway and brought him in. She wasn't in an accident herself."
Carlisle nodded, he still wanted to check on her. If the woman had pulled the man from his mangled car to hers, and then drove him all the way here while still keeping him alive. She might be in shock.
The Fork's hospital was small, and the waiting room was usually empty unless someone from out of town came here for treatment by Carlisle or there was something like this. But even if the room wasn't empty it would have been easy enough to find the woman. And Carlisle could not mistake the scent now-vampire, Romanian vampire.
The woman was covered in blood, her head in her hands and her elbows on her knees. Wither she was trying not to breath because of the smells around her or because she had stopped trying to act human with no one there to watch she was sitting motionless as the clock on the wall ticked by.
Her pale blonde hair was nearly white with dyed black undertones and draped down to the floor as she sat there still as a stone. Carlisle would have liked to remain as he was, but the chance of a human coming in and bothering them was too high. "You are the one who brought the man in?" He asked, acting as human as possible.
The odds of a vampire helping a bloody human to a hospital were slim. And the odds of a vampire passing through Forks without meaning any harm was even slimmer. He frowned, surly Alice would have told him about this.
The vampire moved, just slightly, but enough to make Carlisle go on guard. Since the meeting in the clearing with the Volturi, all of the Cullens had been watching their backs. She looked up, her eye black and striking against her pale face and hair. She still had the man's blood on her, a smeared bloody hand print on her face. She didn't acknowledge him as a vampire and took a shallow breath. "He didn't make it did he?"
She had a slight Romanian accent with a hint of French and American. She didn't look any older then twenty, but then again for their kind looks could be very diseveing. Carlisle only paused for a second to think of all this, but it was still in the back of his mind as he answered. "No, he was too badly injured."
She nodded, her head folding down again to rust her face in her hands.
"Did you know him?"
She shook her head, taking another breath. "I was driving and saw his lights from off the road. I called the police to get his car and brought him here." She said, stopping when she ran out of breath. From her obviously dark eyes she hadn't eaten in a while, and the smell of human blood was all over her.
Carlisle glanced back at the glass door behind him, none of the nurses and doctors had come out to check on her yet. He wondered for a moment if it would be a wise idea to let a human see her then decided against it. Beside the obvious dishevel of her attire, they would see the similarities between them. Their pale skin, the dark burses under their eyes, even the black eyes.
"Why'd you bring him in?"
"Because he was still alive when I found him, and when I got him here." She said, her voice strained either from the scent in the air or her frustration at being asked the question.
"I don't know many of us who would do such an act."
"You're a doctor, you do those kinds of acts all the time." She said, voice strained as she continued to hold her head in her hands.
His face only showed surprise for a moment. "You know of me?"
"Everyone knows of you Dr. Cullen." She said, but made no more movements as she held her breath against the scent in the air. "Don't worry, I only know of you through good words. I'm not here for a reason." She said, standing up inhumanly quick. She was dressed like any other woman in America who had money and had come from a big city. Her scarf and gloves were covered in thick blood, making them brown rather then what ever color they had been. She turned to leave and Carlisle stepped in front of her. "I can't have you out there hunting humans."
She studied him for a moment. "I must get out of this place, and into some clean clothes, I'll hunt later once I'm out of Forks."
Carlisle frowned. "I don't mean to chase you off, you are welcomed to stay here. But we've made several treaties to be peaceful here."
"I've heard about the Cullen's strange lifestyle, I think I may yet stick around, you don't need to fear for your humans. But mean while I must get out of these clothes." She said, leaving before another word could be said between them.
Carlisle would have gone after her but one of the nursed chose that second o open the door, or rather Alice did, as she was the one on the phone for him.
"Carlisle, what happened?! I couldn't see you all of a sudden, like Jacob or Nessie. You just fell off my radar!" The pixie like girl said faster then a human could follow.
"I don't know what happened. There was a vampire here, but she's gone now. She brought in some one from a car accident and left." He said, equally as quick while he closed his office door behind him. "She hadn't eaten in a while, but she was able to get the man here unharmed."