A Start to an End
A Twilight fan fiction written by
Based off the characters and story written by Stephenie Meyer.
It was a place where some ambitious climbers sometimes came but was otherwise deserted. Huge mountains dominated the surroundings. It was a good thing, because it allowed Carlisle to hunt in peace. As he was about to head back home, there was a scream from somewhere in the distance. He sped to the site; a huge slab of rock, with a pitiful heap of ropes and tangled limbs at the bottom of it. A high pitched keening came from the shattered human. Something about the pink hair told him it was a girl.
As he hurried towards her, she stirred, and he increased his speed. It was essential that she didn't move, as she could easily have a spinal injury. But he reached her, and she moaned something garbled, that sounded like, 'leg'. Then she passed out. A quick examination told him that somehow she was almost undamaged, except for her right leg which hung limp and frail as he carried her to the house in the woods.
'Edward!' Carlisle called. 'Come help.'
A blur arrived at his feet and gasped. 'Dad, who is that?'
'I have no idea Edward, but come and help me, like I said before!' snapped Carlisle. At home, he realised that most of the bones in her leg seemed to be totally and messily broken, several ligaments torn and ruptured, and the patella was shattered. One thing was clear; she would never walk again. What wasn't so clear was how on earth her leg was so damaged, and the rest of her body unscathed but for a few bruises. As he was absorbed in thought, he suddenly heard her move again. She groaned, and he gave her a shot of morphine.
'What was that, where am I, and who the hell are you?' she asked sharply.
'I'm Dr Carlisle Cullen. You fell off the side of a cliff. That was morphine, because your leg-' But he was cut off there, because she cried out, 'My leg?'
'Yes, your leg is shattered. I don't think I can fix it. I wouldn't know where to start. We'll need to contact a hospital, family-' Edward, who had been very quiet, broke in, 'She doesn't care about anything but her leg. She's trying to shield herself from you asking her too many questions. Because she's in shock. She's a dancer, and you've just told her she'll never walk again.'
She stared at him in disbelief. 'That's quite creepy. How do you know all that?'
' Oops. Sorry Dad.'
A/N: What do you think? This story is inspired by someone I know, but it's somehow mutated into something that I thought might make a half decent twilight fanfic. By the way, this story is set in England, purely because I'm English and know nothing about America's geography!
