Hey guys!

Normally I write HP fics, but I just saw Breaking Dawn Part one and I fell in LOVE with Carlisle. And it turns out my friend actually saw Peter Facinelli on her cruise because their waiter said, "Look it's that guy from Twilight" I almost strangled her. Lol. Anyway I hope you like it :)

Not cannon (well duh) except for Alice/Jasper and Rose/Emmet, but I may change some facts. Just putting that out there. Don't yell at me please :)

Btw, Esme doesn't exist. Even though I do love her.

THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO: Alysha813. A fellow Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Peter Facinelli, Alan Rickman, and Carlisle Cullen fan who inspired me to write this fic.

Nothing. I felt almost nothing. Months after I still felt nothing—hatred, sorrow, boredom, loneliness, embarrassment—none of those. I guess it's because I didn't know what to feel. The fact was, I wasn't embarrassed. I didn't really feel lonely.

If I would say I could feel one thing, it would probably be the feeling that I was abandoned. I don't know what exactly that feeling would be. I sit alone at lunch, I don't hang out with friends, and Charlie is getting worried. I don't feel lonely… just abandoned.

Part of me craved him at certain times, but sometimes I feel like maybe this was how it was supposed to be. Maybe I wasn't supposed to be with Edward. It's been months, and if he really wanted me he would have come earlier. He wouldn't have been able to stand being away from me like I felt at times.

But getting over him sounded nearly impossible—after all, I was head over heels for him. But obviously he doesn't love me as I loved him. So I guess it's just time to move on.

"Morning, Bella," Charlie mumbled as I opened the refrigerator for some orange juice.

"Good morning," I responded as I poured myself a glass. I made myself a bowl of Rice Crispies and we both sat down in silence as we ate. It was 7:00 on a Saturday morning.

"Bella," Charlie started after clearing his throat, "I think I'm going to go fishing today for a while. Might not be back until late…"

"Dad, go ahead," I said, "I have to run some errands anyway. Maybe go to the library, grocery store, clothing store, get some gas, all that stuff,"

"Alright, alright," Charlie mumbled, but happy that I was going to be doing something besides sulk around the house, "I'll probably be back around 8…maybe 10 if we catch a really good one,"

"Go for it," I forced a smile. After breakfast, he got up and left to change in his room. When I was finished, I went to bathroom to brush my teeth and take a quick shower. When I was done, Charlie was waiting patiently outside to wait his turn. I really respected him for stuff like that.

Charlie left a few minutes later, leaving the house to me. I did have to run some errands, so it wasn't a complete lie. That eased my conscience a little bit.

I left to get changed into my dark blue jeans, grey shirt, and my red jacket. I brushed my hair and grabbed my bag with my wallet and other needs and headed out the door. First, I went to the gas station to fill up the tank. Thrilling.

So instead of boring all of you readers with the details of how I went shopping for clothes and food and unpacking the clothes and food, I will just move on.

I finished chores around the house, I cleaned the dishes, cleaned my car, had lunch, and did all of my homework and it was only 2:00. Great. Sighing I felt like taking a walk.

I hoped in my car and started driving away from my house, not really thinking about where I was driving, just one person. Edward Cullen. The bastard.

He told me he was leaving, told me he didn't want me, told me to practically get lost, and then left me in the middle of a forest. Who does that?

Finally, I was feeling another emotion besides indifference. I pulled over on the side of the road and walked out into the woods. Stepping over rocks and sticks and tripping a few times. When I was able to turn around in a circle and only see the woods, I sat on the nearest boulder looking out into the deepest part of the forest. I clung to my jacket and shivered. It was December.

Why did he leave me? There must be some rational reason for him wanting to leave me. I sighed and ran my hand through my long dark brown hair. It doesn't matter. He's gone for good and it's time to move on. I can't and won't live like this. Not because of him.

I felt a tear roll down my eye and didn't bother wiping it away. If he wanted to leave then fine. Go ahead. I'll move on to someone better. But even to myself it didn't sound convincing.

Get a grip! I don't need my world to revolve around Edward or any guy. I smiled a bit to myself and wiped away the final tears on my finger and looked at them. They would be the last I would cry for Edward Cullen.

I picked myself up from off the rock and headed back over to my car. It was only 5:00. Charlie shouldn't be home for another few hours. I decided to go to the shopping center that was closets home to buy some more clothes since I had a few extra cash on me.

I arrived to a clothing store whose name did not bother me and walked in and sighed at the warm heat. Idly I walked through the aisles, browsing the clothes and shoes and etc. After a while I noticed a pair of eyes on me. I turned to look but found no one. The shop was getting eerily cold and silent.

I felt my heart beat faster and the blood flood into my face and gulped. It didn't make things better when the light flickered over my head. A sudden ding! made me flinch. Someone just entered the shop. I inched myself closer and closer to the exit and sounds of laughter and whispers were becoming less and less incoherent.

Spanish. Great. You're in America for Christ's sake. Speak English. I rounded a corner to see the men but I continued looking as if I was innocently browsing the clothes.

"Oi!" One shouted. I thought it was directed toward me, as I was the only one near them in the store, but I didn't dare move. Well, not until I was forced to move 180 degrees toward the men.

There were three of them. All were around my height if not a little taller. I looked at them oddly and one said in broken English, "You want to come wit' us now for tonight?"

"No, not really," I refrained from using "asswipe" I reached for my phone, but it wasn't in my pocket. Damn. Must have left it in my car.

The one that spoke growled and said, "You sure missy?" and held onto something that looked strikingly similar to a dagger. I don't think it was a question.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure, thank you," I tried not to say it coolly, but I think it came out a bit rushed and broken. Smooth.

One of the fatter men stepped closer into the light. I gasped. He looked Hispanic, but when he came into the light he had pale white skin and red eyes that looked invisible in the poorly lit area of the store. My breath hitched and the man scowled at me and whispered, his breath smelled of rust and I crinkled my nose in disgust, "You know what I am?"

"Yes," I whispered harshly. The man laughed in response.

"Idiot," he snickered, "You know nothing,"

"Leave me alone," I said trying to push my way away from the men. The two men that probably didn't speak English guessed I was trying to escape and blocked the door. Jackasses.

"You want to know more?" He whispered in my ear, "Become like us? Killer?"

I looked at him through haunting eyes. If I wanted to be a vampire that was because I wanted to be with Edward forever—but he obviously didn't want to be with me so I guess the answer was pretty clear.

"No," I said coolly.

He laughed through a sneer and said, "You don't get to choose. We," he gestured at the two other men, "Didn't get to choose,"

"Why would you want me?" I resisted rolling my eyes.

"Because we 'ave seen you with the other vampires that live here. Disgraces that's what they is. Not drinking 'uman blood? Bah! Treachery to our kind that is what that is!"

He grew angry now, his red eyes glaring into my brown ones. I looked around to see where in the bloody hell was the store manager, then I saw one of the men guarding the door's badge. Great.

"What they do is brave," I couldn't help to stand up to them. They do do the right thing by not killing humans.

The man spat a laugh though no spit came out, "We 'ave a job for you. We make you captive; they come to look for you,"

"Well, that won't happen since Edward left. They don't care about me anymore,"

The man took a step back and said, "You tell me those vam'pires don't care about you?" He asked putting the wrong stress mark on vampires which bugged me for some slight reason.

"No," I said. Well, that wasn't entirely true. It was probably 95% true…Alice still hasn't answered my emails yet…

"Lies," He snarled, "They will come. When they do, you will die. They will die. No more treasonous vam'pires,"

"What did they ever do to you?"

"Nothing," He said making a face of fake contemplation, "Just annoyed us. Blood traitors that's what they are. No pun intended of course," He laughed at his joke, "they also killed my brother, Miguel. Carlisle said 'e killed too many people. That's bull sheet, he was 'ungry! Then that bastard killed 'im!" His anger grew but he took in shallow breathes, "You will be the bait for the family. One by one they will come, and one by one each Cullen will die,"

"You're kidding yourself if you think you can beat the Cullen's," I laughed, "You can't beat them,"

"We know foolish girl," He slapped me across the face, "You will be the bait. I will make sure to lead them all in separately without the other knowing,"

I just shook my head. That was impossible. Alice would see this…would she? She wasn't responding to my emails. Maybe she didn't care about me. Carlisle was gone. Edward was gone. Jasper was with Alice, but I was sort of afraid of him. Rosalie hated me, and Emmet was with Rosalie (who hated me). I guess I'm out of luck.

I gulped, and the vampires seemed to think I was scared and got excited. Great. The English speaking vampire yelled at the other two in some foreign language and soon I was being gagged and then dragged out of the shop and into the streets.

People around who saw were either oblivious or inconsiderate because they just walked right on my three buff men dragging a young girl against her will down the street.

When we were out of the small town, I was thrown over one of the man's shoulders and he began running. Before I knew it, we were in the middle of the forest and I was gasping for breath. It looked familiar. Wait. I was here today. Just around an hour ago!

I looked around. There it was! The boulder I was sitting on. Small world.

"Now what?" I asked the men as soon as my attention went back to the pacing men who were strangely handsome. Not like the Cullen's but more of they just weren't ugly. I bet they were ugly before they were changed.

"We wait. They will be here soon. And then I will be able to avenge my brother,"

"Don't you get it? Edward left me! None of that family cares about me anymore," Saying the truth out loud really changed the overall effect of everything.

"Oh, I am sure they will come," The man said assuredly. I just rolled my eyes. They would find out eventually.

My eyes wandered back to the boulder and something silver caught my eye. I squinted and almost gasped—my cell phone. It must have dropped out of my pocket.

I could call…who? Not Charlie (obvious reasons) or any other human; I couldn't call Edward (more obvious reasons); couldn't call Alice, she was ignoring me and I may only get one shot at a call (that is if I can reach my phone and dial someone before they notice);couldn't call Rosalie, Emmet, or Jasper (didn't have their numbers). That left one person.

Carlisle Cullen. Yes he was gone, but I had his number, he wasn't ignoring me (well we haven't actually talked so I guess that doesn't really count), he was a doctor, but overall—he was a vampire who could help me.

I'm not sure if Alice is seeing anything right now, but I've made up my mind to call Carlisle Cullen if I get the phone.

I would smile at my brilliant plan, but I'm not naïve. I know that in order to get the phone I must first wait until all the vampires are gone, or are far enough away that I can sprint and get my phone, then find Carlisle on my contacts, scream or yell or say my location before the other vampires kill me, or… wait a minute...

"Excuse me?" I piped up. The three men looked my way. I felt a bead of sweat roll down my face despite the freezing weather.

"What do you want?" the English speaking one snapped.

"Well," I started off, "If you really want the vampires to come, I think I can help you,"

The English speaking vampire roared with laughter, and the others joined in but I doubted they knew why they were laughing. Spineless wonders.

"And why…would you… want that…do you think we are…stupid?" The vampire managed to say between fits of laughter.

"No. I thought you just wanted the Cullen's to come faster," I shrugged, "But if not then we can wait until eternity. You may be alive, but I will be dead and of no use to you. Oh well,"

The English speaking vampire stopped laughing, and the others quickly followed suit, "What do you mean? Do you think we are—"

"I already told you," I groaned pretending to be impatient; "I don't think you are stupid. If you were stupid you would have made sure I didn't have a cell phone to call anyone,"

The vampire looked taken aback, probably his way of blushing. Then he smirked and said, "What would another mindless human be able to do to 'elp you?"

Bella smirked, "You forget that my ex-boyfriend is a vampire who could crush you bones,"

"You told us that 'e doesn't car for you," He mocked a sad face.

"But I happen to have a certain man on my contacts who may interest you," I said slyly.

"And who may that be little one?"

"Carlisle Cullen,"

The man yelled something in his foreign language that must have meant something like, "Search her pockets!" or "Pretend to molest her!" because soon the two burly men were searching me for what I guessed was the phone with the contact on it.

"I don't have my phone with me," I called over the men's shoulders, "You aren't stupid because you made sure I didn't have a phone. Remember?"

The vampire looked offended, but then smiled and said, "Tell us where the phone is and you will—"

"I don't need our lies," I shook my head, "We have a similar goal if you think about it. I want to get out of here, and you want to murder someone. Both involve vampires. I need the vampire you want to kill to save me. I call the vampire you want to murder, Carlisle, and he comes to save me. At the same time, you want me to call him so you will murder him.

"You see, we both think this will turn out differently. You believe you will avenge your brother, and I think I will be saved and not murdered. Calling Carlisle may be the best mistake you made, or the worst blessing to miss,"

I gave myself a mental high five for stumping the vampire. That's how you do it. Bella style. The vampire opened and closed his mouth before saying, "Where is your phone? We are calling your boyfriend's father,"

How'd I do? Hope you liked it!

-Vampire girl

PS: ignore any grammar mistakes—not beta'd, I'll do better in the next chapter :)