AN Hello everyone! This is my new story, All Vampire. I always see AH fics, and I thought it would be fun to make one AV, so here's what happened. I don't really know how long this is going to be... it's already streched out quite a bit, I think.
Anyway, enjoy!

Bella:

When I landed in Port Angeles, where Charlie would pick me up to drive me back to Forks, it was snowing. Of course it was. It couldn't even have just been raining, like I'd expected it to be– it had to be snowing. Charlie was waiting to pick me up in his police cruiser. We made some uncomfortable small talk, but Charlie was very concentrated on the road.

"Does it snow like this a lot up here?" I asked. The sky was really falling on us today, and I wondered if this was the sort of thing I would be dealing with all the time now. If Charlie was worried about driving in this weather, I probably didn't stand a chance.

"No, not like this. Snows sometimes, but usually the rain washes it away," he explained. Great, I though. Rain.

Charlie was driving pretty slow, and he had his fog lights on. I don't think it was making much of a difference, though. I could barely see twenty feet in front of us. Charlie and I had stopped talking, and I couldn't decide of the silence was uncomfortable or not. I was playing with the hem of my shirt when the car was suddenly filled with light. Metal screeched. I looked up and saw, clouded by the torrent of snow, the headlights of another car, only for a second

Carlisle:

Driving home from the hospital was difficult in the storm, even for me. I didn't dare drive too fast– reflexes be damned, my car could skid and I could hurt someone. I wished I could have run home, but someone at the hospital would have noticed if my car stayed overnight when I hadn't. I was coming to a particularly blind curve when I smelled metal and oil. I knew the smell of an accident too well, and I searched for it. Of course, it was right in the middle of the sharp wind in the road. A green jeep had collided with a police cruiser– a police cruiser I recognized as Chief Swan's car. But what had he been doing out in the woods?

My question was answered immediately when I got out of my car and saw the girl bleeding profusely in his passenger seat. As far as I could tell, Chief Swan and his daughter were still alive. The man driving the jeep, apparently without the need of a seatbelt, had been thrown from his car and laid dead in the snow. I checked the girl first. The jeep was so far off course, it had struck primarily on her side of the car. I could tell immediately that she wasn't going to make it. Her heart barely had a beat and she had lost far too much blood. She probably wouldn't even make it to the hospital. Chief Swan was a different story. He was knocked out cold, but his airbag had saved him, provided he made it out of the snow. I reached into my pocket to call an ambulance when the Chief groaned.

"Don't worry, I'm going to get you help," I told him.

He was certainly only a fragment conscious, but his head was facing his daughter and he feebly tried to reach for her. "No," he sobbed. "Please, no." His arm dropped and he was unconscious again.

I looked at the girl who was certain to die, and I wished more than anything that there were something I could do for her. There is, some part of my mind whispered.

No, I thought. I can't do that. But I was torn. I looked at her; she was so fragile and pale. For some reason, she reminded me of Edward when I first met him. I couldn't place the similarity. Perhaps it was that they were both dying, or that their parents called for their life when they were on death's doorstep themselves. I heard her heartbeat slow even more, nearing it's final beat, and I was suddenly filled with a sort of dread. What would my life be like if I hadn't changed Edward? Why was I given the power to save people if I only ever turned by back on them?

Her heart stopped, and the moment I was too late, I felt such regret. Suddenly, and out of nowhere, I heard it flutter up again. A few frantic beats, willing her to live. This was a sign– I knew it. And I wouldn't ignore it.

I bit.

So this is just the intro, really. Hopefully, the next chapter will be longer :)
I'm bad at proofreading my own stuff, honestly, so feel free to let me know if you found a spelling/grammar error.

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~Covee