Sunlight poured through the clouds, reflecting off the hood of the car, and temporarily blinding the driver, causing her to press roughly against the brake for safety. A horn honked behind her, and she jerked her head, yanking the sun visor down to block out the blinding light.

"Why don'tcha watch where ya goin!" a voice hollered through her window. Tilting her head, she looked to her side, at the driver who screamed out of the passenger window at her. Growling slightly, she returned her attention to the road, and dug her toes against the gas, speeding ahead of him, forcing him to get back behind her in their lane. Smirking, she squealed around the curves, ignoring his existence behind her, and traveling closer to town.

Kylin had never typically enjoyed being around people, not since her family died years earlier. Once she was left alone, she traveled anywhere she could, looking for solitude and a fulfilling life to keep her entertained. She began to write, stories and music, poetry and plays, but hid everything away in boxes in the trunks of her cars. Keeping her mind a secret was one of the most challenging tasks she had – if anyone found her, it could be worse than a simple slap on the wrist.

Her car slowed, just outside of town, and she sighed, peering at the flashing lights behind her. She was thankful that the sun had, once more, hidden itself away behind the clouds – at least now she could properly see the officer as he climbed out of his car. Gripping the knob, Kylin carefully rolled her window down partway, and peered up at the officer as he approached her car.

"License and registration…" he sighed, tugging his sunglasses off his face. Nodding, Kylin dug into her purse, pulling out her license and handing it through the window before opening the glove box.

"Is there a problem, officer?" she asked, pushing her hair behind her ear as she held out the slip of paper. He eyed the information before him, examining the picture and her face, before nodding.

"I didn't know it was legal in the rest of the country to pass up a stop sign and turn left without looking for the people waiting to cross the street," he replied, looking down at her. Kylin jerked around in her seat, seeing three young children very hesitantly cross the street with an older woman angrily walking behind them.

"I am so sorry, sir," she replied, sighing, and smacking herself in the forehead. "Really…I didn't see the stop sign, Officer…Swan," she said, looking at his nametag. He looked down at her, and then at her information.

"Well…you still could have hit them…so you are gonna get a ticket," he said, reaching for his pen. Silently huffing, he shook his head. "Stay here – I've gotta go get my pen," he added, moving back to his squad car. Kylin closed her eyes, leaning her head back on the seat.

"I cannot believe I didn't stop," she grumbled, shaking her head. A heavy sigh passed her lips, and she lifted her head, reopening her eyes. As she did, a cry passed her lips, and she quickly started fumbling at the seatbelt that kept her strapped into her seat. A car that was coming towards her crossed the center line, and, from where she sat, there was no driver, and it was headed right towards her car. Chief Swan looked over from his seat, and grabbed his radio from inside, calling for an ambulance because he knew at least one person would need it.

The ambulance arrived – several minutes later – but Kylin's eyes were closed, and she was on her back, bent awkwardly around the base of a nearby tree. Chief Swan kneeled down beside her in the dirt, and gently cupped his hand on her cheek, using his thumb to open her eyes, to check her reaction. She groaned – loudly – before reopening her eyes, and looking at him cautiously.

"You okay? What hurts?" Kylin knew answer 'nothing' was going to illicit some odd looks, but she had to be honest – nothing hurt.

"Nothing…I'm fine," she grumbled, straightening her body a little and sitting up. Chief Swan quickly grabbed her shoulders, and laid her back down.

"Don't. Don't move. We're taking you to the hospital, you're going to see a doctor and get checked out."

"But I'm f-"

"What happened, Chief?" Chief Swan turned his attention to the EMTs as the raced up with a stretcher for Kylin, who was sighing and restating that she was okay. But as Swan began to talk, she shut her mouth, and listened. The driver of the other car – twenty-two and half blind – had reached into the glove box to find his glasses. That was why she didn't see him, even with her eyesight. In her attempt to get out of the car, Kylin had undone her belt, but hadn't gotten the door open fast enough. She was pitched around as the car rolled, and finally was thrown out the window, only feet from her vehicle – which was, in fact, laying on its hood merely an arm's length away.

The entire ride to the hospital, Kylin denied being hurt. Nothing on her body was bruised, red, sore, broken – nothing. From simply looking at her, it was an easy judgment that she was telling the truth. But, with all the training under their belts, the EMTs knew better than to trust her word.

"Don't worry, miss…Dr. Cullen is the best doctor we have. He'll check you out, and, if you're really okay, he'll let you go." She growled, gripping the stretcher.

"I don't care WHO your doctor is, I'm not-…Cullen?" she asked, turning her head, suddenly curious. The younger EMT, a young brunette, nodded. "Carlisle Cullen?" He eyed the other EMT, uncertainly, but nodded.

"Yeah. He's our best physician – he takes care of pretty much everyone in town. Do you know him?" She stared at him quietly, before looking down at her legs.

"No…I…I don't think so," she replied, forcing her voice to be certain.

Carlisle Cullen.

It was simply a name she hadn't heard…in at least a hundred years.