A different era. (twilight fanfic)
What if Edward and Bella has met before Edward was turned by Carlisle. What if Bella thought Edward had died? What would happen if she was turned months after Edward?
"Don't leave me Mum, please?" I begged my mother as she lay motionless on her bed. "Please? What am I going to do without you." I was terrified about what was going to happen to me, I knew what happened to orphans in the cities, and for sure thats where i would end up if she were to die too.
My father, Charlie had died two weeks ago and my mother Renee, she didn't want to live without him. When he died she cried for days, not letting anyone touch his body, refusing to drink or eat. Finally the doctors had ordered her home and me being the only one around had to look after her. I am Isabella Swan, Daughter of Charlie and Renee Swan, born in 1901, the year now, 1914. Yes I am 13 which means I should be working as a maid or a farmhand, but no, not me. I am one of the few who is getting an education, however little. We live on a small estate in the countryside surrounding of the city of Chicago, we have a very good lifestyle compared to many other people in the area, our family was highly respected in the community.
"Mum, the doctor will be here soon, please?" I begged taking her cold hands in mine, the temperature difference causes her eyes to flicker open.
"Mum! Please, if you die who will be there to look after me?"
"Isabella." She breathes reaching her hand to my cheek. "Your... Aunt... Sophia... Chicago... Nurse... Hospital." She gets out before closing her eyes, her hand falling lifelessly from my cheek.
"Mum! No, please! No!" I scream tears filling my eyes, streaming down my face as I begin to shake her lifeless body. She's dead. I run from the room and into the lounge before i trip over a corner of the rug and land with a thud on the hard ground. Curling up into a ball i just lay there sobbing for what seems like days when a cold hard hand is placed on my bare arm causing me to shriek and jump up, spinning round to face them.
"Who?" I manage to get out after a good minute of silence. A man in his early thirties with cropped blond hair and topaz eyes is smiling at me. He is by far the most beautiful man i have ever seen.
"Hello, I am Dr Cullen. Where's your mother? I've been sent to care for her."
"Dead!" I burst out throwing myself at him, needing the comfort. After a second of hesitation he wraps his arms around me holding me close to him.
"What's your name?" He asks breaking the hug.
"Isabella." I sob. "Isabella Marie Swan."
"Have you got anyone to look after you?" He asks, oh no!
"I don't want to go into care, please. I er, I have an aunty in Chicago. Mum said she worked at the hospital ,Sophia?" I babble.
"Its OK, I know her, I can take you to her." He says standing up and taking my hand and leading me from the house.
"What about all my stuff?" I ask.
"Don't worry, I will come back later and collect your things."
"What if she doesn't want me?" I ask suddenly terrified, I didn't even know this woman. "I've never met her." I admit.
"Well then Isabella, I will make sure you are well looked after. I promise." And for some reason I believed him. We spent the whole two mile walk to the city in a comfortable silence.