A Lost Lamb chapter one
Carlisle and Esme find a little girl alone in the forest covered in blood when out hunting. They take Tia in, not knowing she's Sam Uley's niece. What happens when they do find out? Read on to see
I was hunting with my wife when we heard the soft cry of a child. Without looking at one another, we took off running, concerned for the child. As we neared the crying though, the scent of blood fell over us like a curtain. Shock hit me in the face when I saw the child, a small girl covered in blood from head to toe. Carefully as to not scare her, Esme and I walked over to her. Esme picked the girl up, holding her breath to block out the scent of blood.
"Shh," I cooed. "It's okay honey, I just want to help you. I'm a doctor. What's your name?" I ask. She pouts her lip, the dried blood crusting in smears on her cheeks.
"Tia," she mumbled. Smiling at the two year old, Esme started to wipe away some of the blood.
"Well Tia, I'm Carlisle, this is my wife Esme and our family. Where is your family?"
"My mommy told me to stay here and she left me here." She says
"Do you think she was abandoned?" Esme whispered.
"Why are you in covered blood?"
"My daddy change to wolfy -he got into a fit- and I got spwashed." She says as she begins to cry.
"What happened?" Asked Esme.
"I don't know." Wailed Tia.
"How long have you been out here?" I asked softly.
"A wong time." Said Tia, sniffling.
"How about we take you home with us? Would you be okay with that?"
Tia nodded. I noticed that she was holding a toy wolf that was dark as night.
We decided to take her home. Upon reaching the house, we cleaned her up, fed her, and put her to bed.
"She seems like such a wonderful little girl. Who would leave their child out in the woods covered in blood?" Rambled Esme.
"She said her daddy changed right?" Asked Esme after a while.
"Yeah..." I said.
"The only thing that changes around here are the wolves!" She yelled.
"But the pack wouldn't have left her out there, especially not in our grounds covered in blood." I reminded her.
"Yes that's right, but they have other families and family members and more than one pack so any wolf out there could be her dad and/or her mom." She says.
I couldn't believe it, but she had to be right. But why leave her, and why leave her covered in blood?
"Do you think we should contact the pack?" She asked me quietly.
"Not yet." I told her. "Let's give her some time to adjust, and see if we can get some more information out of her."
That night the poor little girl had the most fitful sleep. She tossed and turned, moaned and groaned, whined and cried. It broke my dead, un-beating heart.