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One day- we'll be together. We'll never be apart. One heart, One mind. Yeah! One day we'll be together . Remember this old world is yours and mi-

I growled under my breath, turning off the radio in my frustrating and exegerating feeling of the weight of the world on my shoulder. How could a guy live. A mere mortal. Sometimes I wished I was some super vampire going around the world killing evil fiends. After all, they were the reason (or sort of) people got hurt in the first place.

And thats where I come in. Edward Anthony Cullen. Second doctor in Brazil to be able to do a difficult procedure called Appendicectomy. The surgical removal of the vermiform appendix. This procedure is normally performed as an emergency when the patient is suffering from acute appendicitis. In the absence of surgical facilities, intavenous antibiotics are used to delay or avoid the onlet of sepsis;

Anyhow! Second because my father is so much better then me. Carlisle Cullen- married Esme Cullen, who after having her first son die in a matter of 1 hour and 36 minutes and 12 seconds, couldn't bare the thought of trying again, adopted 5 kids.

Edward Cullen- Me

Alice Cullen- My dear little pixie of a sister

Emmett Cullen- My overgrown brother

Rosealie Hale- My sometimes obnoxious sister

Jasper Hale- My understanding brother.

Rose and Jasper are twins and both insisted on keeping their last name as soon as their eyes fell on Emmett and Alice. Although, I don't know how Rose handles a bear of a man like Emmett. And I cant imagine how Jasper keeps up with a hyper pixie like Alice.

My parents don't mind much that they got together, but we cant say to the rest of Brazil. I guess we don't really fit in. And yet everyone wants to be our friends.

My hands reached for the radio again. My eyes trained on the rode for street dogs that roamed this part of town.

Three little birds. Pitched by my doorstep singing sweet songs of melodies pure and true, saying this-is-my-message-to-you-ou-ou- Singing; don't worry bout a thing, cus every little thing is ganna be alright!

I chuckled and sang along under my breath.

Brazil wasn't were we were born, natrually. Esme was tired of living in the US, mostly when doctors from Italy refused to let Carlisle raise funds for a different type of medical facility all together. Its like they wanted to own us. So he gladly quit for Esme and bought a huge house right beside the beach. Enseada, São Francisco do Sul was a great place. And no, there was no naked women at the beach... well..

With my mind all jumbled in my life. I never really thought a human would dart out in front of me. Why, heaven forbid, would someone try to end their life? If that was her plan. I swerved my volvo (which took a few months to get in Brazil) to the left. Trying to avoid the human. Her not even moving after getting in front of me was no help as my right front light hit her hip, I believe. I came to a stand still. Breathing heavily before I jumped out of my car and raced to the girl laying motionless at the curb.

It was a quiet night, middle of the week and no teenager was out and about and not many cars were heading down this specific way. In any case, its not like a horse drawn carrage would bother to stop to help out. They didn't even feed their horse, why bother to take the time to stop for a drunk? Girl.

I bent at the waist and layed a hard, cold hand against the girls shoulder.

"hey there.. Im so sorry, I'm a doctor, I can help you. Can you tell me what hurts?"

I didn't even explain that moving cars were not soft. It's not like she was a little girl, she was small though. Her brown locks hiding her face from me as my eyes moved down her slender body. Her clothes- or rags- were ripped in certain parts. The once whiteness of them now a dusty greyish of sorts. Was she homeless?

I didn't get a chance to think things over because the mentioned girl rolled over and lifted herself to sit on the curb, her deep brown eyes looking at me- terrified. Her cut hands now pushing herself away from me alittle at a time. I didn't think when I stepped forward. She let out high scream and covered her head with her arms, whimpering and murmuring something I didn't catch.

"Hey, Hey Hey.. No, im not going to hurt you. Your bleeding. See?"

I pointed to my hands and then at her, My voice a low whisper as I bent down to her level. I put my hand out again and pointed at my palm.

"You."

I pointed at her

"Bleeding"

I ran my finger over my palm and brushed down to my wrist.

"You."

I pointed at her again. She hesitantly looked down at her bleeding hand and sighed, her eyes widening as she looked at me again in alarm. I reluctantly stood and backed away, finding that she didn`t want my help. But as I took another step back her deep brown eyes widened even more and I halted on the spot. She looked so fragile I almost couldn't bare the thought of leaving her.

"Whats your name huh?"

I asked casually, as if it didn`t really matter. I was so wrong, because I knew deep down I just wanted a name to put to her beautiful pale face, her eyelashes dark and long as they lowered over her orbs. I studied her eyes, how young she looked but had the eyes of someone who has seen so much. Someone who has felt- so much.

When I noticed she hadnt replied to me I sighed in frustration and pinched the bridge of my nose. My emerald eyes closing as I proceeded to think this over. A low almost non existant whimper excaped the beautiful girls mouth as her hand went to rest on her lower hip.

I didn`t bother to say anything as I went closer to her, taking small, slow steps and raising my hands to show her I wasnt trying anything. She didn`t seem to notice me as her face lowered and her tangled hair went to hide her face from me.

My hand wrapped around her wrist and I felt her flinch, her eyes closing as she tilted her head away from me.

"Thats a nasty cut on your hand, honey."

Honey? Where did that come from. I must be losing my mind. When I went to look in her eyes again, she was looking at me expectantly. I smiled reasuringly and pointed at myself.

"Im Edward."

Slowly she nodded her head, her hair waving slightly. Her small hand, the one I wasnt holding, lifted up and she gave a small wave before putting it back down on her lap and looking down again.

"Ok, Do you have a place to go? Its not so safe out here, at night."

She suddenly throw herself at me, her small arms wrapping around my neck as her head rested against my chest. She whimpered and shook her head swifty. Back and forth.

"Ok, ok. Thats a no. Calm down honey. Hey- "

My hands wrapped around her sleek body and I couldnt help but notice how skinny she was. I ran a bunch of beautiful names in my head but non fit her and I frowned in confusion. What was wrong with her? Slowly but surely she started to pull away and look at me with guarded eyes. I shook my head and smiled softly at her.

"You didnt do anything from. Can I know your name?"

She looked down at murmured softly I didnt catch. It didnt really sound like – words, at all. And I knew both english and Portugues. Then her hand started to move around on the soft sand that layed against the curb, blown in by a wind storm.

Bella

I read it about 5 times before I figured it was short for Isabella. I felt sad for her. Almost like I wanted to protect her from everyone and anyone who wanted to harm her. I slowly brushed down the sand to make it smooth again and then I wrote a simple word. A word I didn`t think would pull a smile on her face.

But it did. And I knew then that was going to take Bella home with me and take her of her. At least until I figure out who her family is and see whats wrong with her. After all, I am a doctor. Its my duty to make sure she is ok and not at all harmed. To make matters worse, I might have been the one that harmed her.

How wrong I was.

She yelped out in surprise when I suddenly lifted her, my hands under her knees as I spoke softly.

"Im taking you home Bella, I'll take care of you until I find your family."

She didnt make a sound as I made my way to my volvo. Her head tilted as if still staring at the simple word I wrote on the wet sand.

Beautiful.