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Edwards POV:
Crash.
The girl swore as she rolled along the floor, thrown through the window.
Jasper and Emmett immediately ran outside to see what had happened, and what-if anything-was out there. Alice, Carlisle and I rushed to the girl. She was holding a jagged-looking knife, with runes carved all over it. As we got closer, she spit out a shard of glass, and brought her free hand up to wipe at her mouth. I heard Alice stop breathing as she smelled the blood, and I considered turning away. But then again, I'd been in a room with Bella bleeding; this was nothing.
"Are you alright?" Carlisle was already next to her, his first aid kit in hand.
The girl glared up at him. " Do I look alright?" I looked at her closely. She was dark skinned; her curly braids were held back with a sage green headband. There was a tear in her leather jacket from where it had caught on the windowsill, and she had mud all over her boots. Unsurprising, considering how often it rained in Forks.
"Edward." Carlisle looked back at me. "Can you carry her to the dining table? Lay her on it; her leg looks like it could be broken."
"I'm fine," the girl snapped, trying to stand up. She collapsed again, legs folding under her. Her face was crumpled in pain, but she still managed to scowl. "Or not," she muttered, glaring at her legs. The traitors, I heard faintly. Surprised, I tried pushing harder at her mind. Colors, sounds, feelings, but everything was so jumbled…
"Edward." Carlisle and the girl were looking at me, him aggravated, but hers was a martyred expression.
"Right," I muttered. I stooped down and lifted her up, walking quickly. She was losing a lot of blood.
Alice was still at my side, eyes darkening further with thirst. "Alice. Maybe you should…" I gestured behind me with my head. She nodded curtly, but shot one curious look back towards our new guest.
I set the girl down gently on the table, as flat as I could.
"Damn it!" she muttered. "So close, and then what? Stupid window came out of nowhere…" Her eyes were darting around, but she wasn't seeing anything. She was delirious.
"I think you should probably sleep," I said, as soothingly as I could. I wondered what she had been doing out side in the woods. No- what had she been fighting? She was covered in a thicker layer of mud-everywhere- then was usual here in the Olympic Peninsula. "You're delirious," I continued. "You've lost a lot of blood. But it's okay. You're safe here."
Her wildly spiraling eyes zoned in on me as they narrowed. "I am not delirious. I'm injured. And in pain. And because of you, whoever you are, it's gotten away. Do you have any idea how long it's taken me to find it? Do you? No, you don't. And now the damn thing's gotten away. It's probably poisoned me, too," she muttered, to herself this time. "Great. Now I'm going to die!" She glared at me again, and I took a step back under its force. And then-quite suddenly- her head fell back with a smack, and she blacked out.
