I was in the car with my family; we were driving home from a concert in Seattle to our new home in Portland. Bella had been a vampire for about ten years and had only slipped up once from our vegetarian diet. All in all things in the Cullen household were perfect. That was, until I had the vision that rocked our world completely.
I saw a girl, no more than 17, having her car pushed off the road by an SUV. The road was deserted, no one saw the crime. Her parents died on impact; they were both on the left side of the car. The girl though, she was sitting in the front seat on the left, and was fine. Cut to the two boys driving the SUV climbing out and attacking the girl, stealing her virginity and leaving her dead. Cut to the girl, pulling out her ID and leaving it on her chest, in the hopes of being easily indentified after she was found. The name on the card was Emily McCarty.
McCarty. That was the same last name as Emmett, before his transformation. This little girl, she was related to Emmett somehow. And she was lying in the woods by a highway, taking her last breath. I knew there was only one way to save her, and my family would not approve.