EPOV

It was a really dark and wet night. The thunder had been rolling for hours now with the rain pelting down. It was just getting after midnight and as usual I was watching Jasper and Emmet snarl at one another over the controls, whilst I did my best at attempting to read over my brother's shouts.

"You've been playing for hours now!" Said Emmet, trying to yank the controller out of Jasper's hands.

"Have not! I've only done one measly level you got to do four on your last go."

"Yeah but it doesn't take me so long to complete each level because I'm miles better than you!"

"So good that you broke your control so you have to borrow mine!" Screamed Jasper.

Please someone…

"It's not yours does it have your name on it?" jeered Emmet blocking out the tiny voice.

I snapped at them to shut up "Don't you hear that?" It hadn't been anyone's thoughts.

Anyone…

Emmet and Jasper listened with me, the controller lying on the floor forgotten. Straining my ears I heard the faint delicate heartbeat of a human that appeared slightly echoed. Humans rarely came up to our house even when they did they chose to come in day light and not in the middle of a storm.

All three of us crept outside curious over who was whispering out there. Jumping off the porch we made our way left into the trees, Emmet and Jasper flanking me as I lead us towards the heartbeat.

"Not now please God not…"

We all started as a figure came into our view. It was a young girl 15 or 16, she had been drenched by the rain and her clothes smeared in mud and leaves. Her hair stuck to her face covering most of it from our sight. She was hunched over on the ground resting most of her weight on a tree. Her arms were outlined by the wet clothes; they were nothing more than sticks. She hadn't noticed us and appeared to be trying to drag herself towards the house that was illuminated in the thick night. I stepped towards her trying to follow her mumblings that we had heard.

Help me please… stop it… me why… God please help… not now… hurting …why…

"She's in pain." Jasper sated "Her emotions are full of despair as well." Emmet came closer.

"Its ok sweetheart." He murmured. She heard him and looked up quickly, tears streaked down her face mixing with the rain. Her right hand clutched her stomach the only part of her that looked a decent healthy size… Which, considering her anorexic form, wasn't right. It was only then that I understood partly of what was happening.

She was pregnant, and had started to go into labour.

The others saw like I did.

"Bring her inside." I said Emmet scooped her up, and Jasper and I ran back ahead of him. Jasper rushed to Carlisle's office whilst I went to the nearest guest bedroom. I pulled the pillows out from under the sheets and arranged them quickly above them and fetched more from the neighbouring room. Emmet rushed in with the girl cradled in his arms she was so skinny you could barely see her in Emmet's huge muscular arms. Carlisle appeared as we laid her on the bed. He quickly assessed that she was in the early stages of labour, but the pain was coming from the contractions as she let out a weak cry.

Carlisle asked me to fetch his bag that he always had packed in case of emergencies, it should have in it what he would need. I went towards his room and passed Esme who had fetched lots of spare sheets for the girl, Alice and Rose were following behind. When I brought back Carlisle's bag Alice and Rosalie were trying to get into the room to be with the girl but Esme wasn't letting them.

"We can't be crowding her; she'll be alright with us three." She meant me, her and Carlisle but I was hesitant. In the time I was born into a man didn't attend a birth I wanted to go a wait in the living room were Emmet and Jasper were, but I knew Carlisle needed someone else to assist him and with two medical degrees and a knack for being able to do something before he had to ask, I was the obvious choice.

I moved around my sisters who reluctantly departed to be with their husbands downstairs, and went to Carlisle's side. Together we managed to move the girl into the best position possible for her to give birth. Her back was supported by the mountain of pillows I had collected, with Esme sat by her head cooing to her. We tried to position her feet but her body was weak, very weak and her knees struggled to stay up. The contractions were coming on strong now but her screams were so quiet, she just didn't have the energy to cry out properly. Carlisle's thoughts were not looking good for her, it was clear to him that she had been walking for a long time now out in the night and she was exhausted, the birth would be very very difficult. A c-section would have been better for both mother and child but Carlisle hadn't the right equipment with him and there was no way even at vampire speeds of us getting to the hospital and back again in time.

We began the long process of encouraging the girl to attempt to push the child out whilst trying to guide the baby itself. Two hours later and the baby's head was only part way out, the girl was getting more and more exhausted. Instructing me through his mind Carlisle had me pushing gently behind the baby with the girl. Her body was so weak now she was starting to lose consciousness. Each second was tense and we were all getting more and more worried. After another hour the head was out and it became easier for Carlisle to ease the baby out. It was just as the shoulders came through that the girl fell into blackness completely. Luckily the hardest part was over and the child still made it out without her aid, but in her weakened state and fragile body collapsing like that wasn't a good sign.

As soon as he had seen that the baby was safely lying on the blankets Carlisle and I swapped places. He left me to cut the cord and clear the baby's eyes, ears, nose and mouth, whilst he checked the girl over. She appeared to not be in any immediate danger but had just past out because of exhaustion. She was clearly malnourished and hadn't slept well recently. Carlisle decided it would be best to let her rest for now.

Esme had come over to me to see the baby. It was a girl. Esme was immediately taken to her; her heart had gone out to the young women just as quickly too. Alice called up to us that her and Rose had prepared warm water to wash the baby in, so Esme holding her gently in the blankets took the baby down to the girls. It was such a wonderful day for them, especially Rose and Esme. They each could look after the baby till her mother wakes up. I moved to Carlisle's side, he was debating whether he should put the girl on IVF she was in a dreadful way.

"I don't want her to wake up a start panicking," He explained, "She'll be confused and scared after all what's happened."

"Who do you think she is?" I asked she hadn't been carrying anything when we found her.

"I don't know," He replied sadly. "But she's barely of legal age to have child and to be so heavily pregnant whilst alone in the woods miles from any other house, brings up so many questions. And judging by her weight she hasn't been cared for though her pregnancy. I don't know what type of home she has come from but I don't think it was one she should have been in." After a pause he left to check the baby over, he was worried that the mother's health will have affected the baby.

I stayed by the girls side watching her taking tiny breaths. She was so young, so young to be having a baby. What was she doing out in the woods in this weather alone and so heavily pregnant? Why wasn't someone taking care of her? And how was the father of this child? Probably not I thought, now a days so many young girls have babies when they are still children themselves, the father of the child down stairs more than likely couldn't careless for her. It was such a common story yet the girl didn't appear to be the sort to get pregnant so you. I smiled to myself at thinking she was to young to have a child, in my time women were having children this young but they were married so it was different. The girl wore no ring, no jewellery at all except and small gold cross on a fine chain round her neck.