Disclaimer:Yes, if you have noticed, I have re-uploaded this story. I decided to go another direction with the story from this chapter on and decided to start all over again. Sorry about the possible confusion. :3

If you are looking for a Main-CharacterxOC fanfiction I suggest you look for it elsewhere because I do NOT write Mary Sues.

And I do not, nor will I ever, own Twilight or its characters. I do, however, own everything that was not included in the original series.

Prologue

He was crazy. As he sat in his sister's baby blue PT cruiser, waiting for the light to turn green in a horrible rainy haze, there was no other way of looking at it. He was bonkers, a psycho, a nutburger with extra crazy sauce, a serious wack-a-doodle or, how Collette would put it, 'Just another member of the family.'

The light changed and he swallowed a large mouthful of spit as he turned onto the back roads. Not only was he crazy, he was also scared shitless. No matter what he told himself, how many times he tried to justify it, he knew he could die today. And death, or at least fear of it, was such a human trait. One that would either save his ass or leave him frozen into stone, staring his demise in the face as it destroyed him.

At that moment it didn't even matter what viewpoint he had on it, because facts were facts; he wasn't coming home the same way he had come. And someone upstairs must have really hated him that day; he didn't seem to have as much time as he would have liked to have to prepare for the task at hand. For, as with all other events did when he was overly dreading something, time seemed to have sped up to an ungodly pace.

Before he knew it, he had parked his car just at the break of the forest, clearly looking through the trees at the large mansion they lived in. He shut off the car engine and took a step out of the car, keys still securely locked in his hands as if they would serve him any sort of protection against them should they choose to attack.

And they were waiting for him, just as he knew they would be. He took a deep breath and swallowed his life, for only God knew if he would survive this. He was vaguely aware that one of them, possibly Edward if the child in his arms was any sort of indicator, had said his name. But in that moment all he could hear was his blood pounding through his veins and clogging his ears, making every movement very thick and jerky as he made his way over. As soon as he was about an arm's length from them he stopped, taking a deep breath in hopes that he would be able to speak without throwing up on them.

"Doctor Cullen? I-I need to talk to you about helping my family."