Chapter 1.
What Goes Up, Must Come Down
A Fan Fiction
By Holly Jane
Disclaimer: What I'm about to write may come as a complete and total shock, but... I don't own Twilight. AHHHH!!
BPOV
Damn bugs. They're pesky. They're gross. They're…on my leg!
I screamed bloody murder and lifted my leg up, spinning around in a circle and batting at it with the towel in my hands. As soon as the bug fell off my leg I breathed a sigh of relief and sank to my knees, squishing it in a napkin and placing it in the trash.
The only reason I'm actually cleaning the house is because I need distractions right now. Edward is away hunting and Alice wanted to take me shopping but I refused, saying Charlie wants me to clean house. Something told me she knew I was lying but I guess Edward had convinced her to get off my case. Which is actually just fine with me.
I wiped the floor with cleaner and did my best to dry it. I stood up and lost my balance slipping on the wood. "Fabulous," I groaned as I fell, holding my hands out to protect my face. I hadn't seen the bed post in the way of my head…and my bad luck claimed me and I bashed my head on the wood, recoiling in pain.
And then everything went black.
EPOV
I had just gotten into my Volvo, ready to get home and be in the arms of my Bella, when my cell phone buzzed in my jacket pocket. I brought it out immediately and opened it frantically when I the cover said 'Alice.'
"Hello?" I said hastily, nervously.
"It's Bella!" Alice shouted.
Panic overtook me and I took about a millisecond to panic, pressing on the gas pedal before it quickly melted into rage. "What happened?" I demanded harshly, speeding down the empty street.
"I had a vision," she said at vampire speed. "Bella slipped and hit her head," she continued. It felt as though the nonexistent blood had drained from my face. Anything could happen if she hit her head. Amnesia, brain tumor, anything. "But when I reached her house—no one but a little girl was home, passed out in Bella's room on the floor."
Confusion overtook me. "A little girl? Well—where's Bella?!" I nearly screamed.
"Edward! I don't know! That's just it, I don't know!" She said, nothing but panic evident in her tone.
"I'm here." I said roughly, snapping the phone shut and parking in front of Bella's home. I ran at my fastest vampire speed into the house, not bothering to shut the front door as I sped up to Bella's room. Alice was sitting on Bella's bed, biting her nails as a little girl with mahogany hair and a pink corduroy dress and white sandals lay on the bed, out cold.
"Who is she?! Where's Bella?" I yelled.
"I don't know!" Alice screamed back.
The little girl stirred in her sleep at our yells and mumbled under her breath. "N-n-n-n-oo, stupid bugs," she said in a pouty little girl tone.
"Call Carlisle," I demanded, coming over to the bed and picking the little girl up. She smelt oddly familiar. She smelt like a smaller form of freesia, Bella's scent. Alice nodded and ran from the room, chatting quickly with Carlisle on the phone downstairs.
The little girl relaxed visibly in my arms. My eyes softened at the site of her. She was so adorable. But where was my Bella? I stroked the little girls face gently. She was even more breakable than Bella, and I had never thought that would be possible. After a few long, agonizing minutes without Bella, Carlisle and the rest of the family were here and in Bella's room, surrounding the bed in which I was sitting on with the little girl cradled in my lap, sucking on her thumb. Even Rosalie showed up.
"Who is she?" Rosalie murmured, smiling slightly at the little girl in my arms.
"Maaaaaaaaaaaoooooommmmmyyyy!" the little girl mumbled, struggling restlessly in my arms.
"I don't know…" I could feel my eyebrows scrunch in confusion.
Carlisle studied the little girl carefully. "Hmm…what did you say happened again, Alice?" he asked, turning to a petrified looking Alice, biting her nails again.
"Well, I had a vision of Bella hitting her head and when I got here no one was home except this little girl, passed out on the floor." She said shakily.
Carlisle nodded and turned back to study the little girl.
"Why don't we wake her up and ask her what her name is?" Esme suggested softly.
Carlisle agreed, nodding at me to wake her. I pushed her hair out of her face as gently as I could manage and tapped her nose lightly. Her eyelids fluttered but remained closed. I tried again, pulling her up into a sitting position and tapping her back lightly. Everyone watched with guarded expressions.
The girl slowly but surely opened her eyes sleepily, yawning cutely. She balled her hands in little fists and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, stretching in my arms. We waited quietly. Finally, she took in her surroundings.
Aw, so adorable… I heard Rosalie coo in her head.
Awwww! Alice and Esme thought in unison.
So sweet and innocent. Maybe I could teach her how to pull a prank… Emmett droned on with plans of teaching her sports and pranks.
Hmmm… Carlisle thought. I listened closely. Edward, I know you're listening. And this may come as a shock, but… I think this little girl might be Bella.