Summary: What if Bella was the first one to join Carlisle after he became a vampire. More importantly, what if she was his daughter? The timeline starts in the late 1800's. Sometime during the American Civil war (The one between the Union and Confederate states).

Disclaimer: All Credits go towards Stephenie Meyer. The only thing I did was change the story plot and creat new characters. Other than that the series and characters belong to Meyer

BPOV

I couldn't believe I was here. More importantly, where is here? Here is my home, or my new home. I was being forced to live in America after living in Germany for 5yrs. I wondered how I, Isabella Swanson, had ended up here, in Dallas, Tx, to live with my Aunt.

I knew why I was being transfered to America. Mom was sick. She was slowly dieing of an unknown illness. Doctors couldn't do nothing for her. I was little, only 5yrs old, yet I was mature. Mom said I had the mind of a 12yr old. And seeing as I was little, I was sent to live with this unknown woman because mom couldn't care for me, and she was the only one who could.

Sighing, I looked in the crowd. I couldn't see her anywhere. Mom said she should be holding a sign, but I didn't see anybody. I think she was lieing. I sat down next to a man with blond hair. He was paler than I was, if possible, and had liquid topaz eyes. He looked to be around his 20's, but mom told me never ask a person their age. He wore a white coat draped over a red shirt and some jeans.

Then I noticed something weird about this man. He had no heartbeat. How was that possible? Mom always thought it was strange how I could hear peoples blood flowing, or their hearts beating. How I could smell if someone was bleeding or not. That's how I became her little helper when she worked at the hospital. I've heard people's heart stop and then they passed, yet here was this man sitting there. He shouldn't be breathing. Shoot, he shouldn't be alive period! I stared curiously at the man, and turned my head if I saw him move. Finally, after about 45 minutes, he spoke.

"Is something wrong?" He asked. His voice surprised me. It was calm, yet angered. Serious, yet...humorus. I kept my ground and didn't talk to him. Mom said never talk to strangers. So instead I shook my head. "Oh I noticed you looking at me." He said before closing his eyes.
After a moment of silence I finally spoke. "You have no heartbeat." I murmmered quietly.
"Pardon?" He opening his eyes.
"I said you have no heartbeat." I said a little louder.
"I thought that was what you said." He sighed.
"How is that possible? All of mommy's patients that had no heartbeat died. Yet you are alive. How?" I asked. The man stared in amazment at me.
"How old are you and where are your parents?' he asked changing the subject.
"5. My mom's in Germany and you're changing the subject." The man seemed surprised at how I was so...what's the word...blunt.
"A girl your age should be with an adult."
"How old are you and where's your parents." I asked annoyed. "And you're still avoiding my questioned." The man chuckled.

"I'm 16." He lied. "And my parents are dead."

"You aren't 16."

"Oh and how do you know?"

"Mommy says that nobody under the age of 20 can be a doctor. Plus you're much to tall for 16." I
said using my best scientist voice.

"Oh but people come in different shapes and sizes." He said smiling.

"Okay but what about being a doctor."

"Things are different here than in Germany." Darn he had me. "But," He said noticing my anger. "if you want I will tell you my real age. But you can't tell anyone. Our little secret." He held out his pinkie and I shook it with my pinkie. All of mom's warnings had vanished.

"Promise." I said impatiently.

"Okay. I'm really..." I leaned in. "10." He laughed and I pouted.

"Not funny!" I fumed. This was one mean man.

"You're right. I'm sorry." He said still smiling.

"You should be." I said.

"So what's your name?" He asked after awhile.

I shook my head. "Mommy said never talk or give your name to strangers."

"Well in technicality, you are talking to me right now." I felt my cheeks go hot. He chuckled as I blushed. He did have a point.

"Isabelle. That's my name. Isabelle but I prefer Isabella."

"Isabelle? That doesn't sound german."

I frowned. "Just because I live in Germany doesn't mean I'm german."His face was instantly calm and a smile replaced his confusion.

"You are right. I'm sorry." I sighed. Why was it so hard to resist him? To stay mad at him?

"You're forgiven. Besides I'm only one-quater German." I explained.

"What's the other 75?" He asked.

"The rest is English, Italian. I guess that makes me 25 Italian and 50 English." I explained.

"So who is what?"

"My mom is 25 German and Italian and my dad," I cringed. "Is 50 English."

"Are you okay?" I nodded. "You shivered."

"I was thinking of my father."
His mouth formed in an 'O.' "What happened to him?" He asked.
"He died. Or so mom said. Mom and him meet in 1855 in Rome, Italy. Mom was 20 at the time. She was in Collage when they met. Grandma had broken her hip and was rushed to the hospital. He wasn't like most doctors. Tall and Handsome. With beautiful blonde curls and eyes that changed." His jaw clenched together. "Mom said that he was a nice doctor. He didn't complain when Grammy asked for things. She was surprised that he even understood her. They started dating when mom was 21. They were in love. Two years after they started dating, they married. They were married for only 2 years. One day mom got a call. A co-worker of his said he died in a plane crash. At the time she was 6 months pregnant with me." I paused.

"Mom says that I'm more like him in physical features, and like her in attitude. He encouraged her to be a doctor. Wait why am I telling you this?" I asked.

"Because I asked. You're one gullible little girl." He said smiling.

"I'm not gullible!" I fumed.

"Of course not."He chuckled.

"Why are you here?" I asked curious.

"Actually I had just came back from my vacation."

"Where'd you go?"

"Rome. I hopped to meet up with somebody. I got back and some kid was having an astmah attack. Then her heart suddenly stopped."

"Was she okay? Mom says that if you can restart the heart they live."

"Your mom's right." He chuckled. "It was late so I just rested here. Speaking of late." He looked at his watch. "It's 1 in the morning."

"I'm not sleepy."

"But I'm pretty sure it was a long flight. Shouldn't you leave. Do you want me to get you a ride?"
"No."

"You need to go home."

"I can't. Haven't found my aunt."

"So you have no place to sleep?" I shook my head. He thought for a moment. "How about you come to the hospital with me."

"No."

"You need your sleep."

"I'll sleep here."
"Your aunt will be worried."

"So?"

"Your coming with me." He said his voice stern now.

"No. I'll sleep here."

"Your stubborn."

"Your annoying." I retorted. He chuckled. Suddenly his eyes brightened.

"Okay. I'll leave you. Good luck in the Orphanage. You won't have any good food."

"I can go days without food."
"You'll never be able to see your mother anymore." I tensed.

"Fine. But only for tonight." I said.

"You're stubborn." He said, chuckling again.

"And you're annoying. Haven't we already established that?" He chuckled and we made our way to
the exit. After about 5 steps, I began to get sleepy.

"Are you tired? Do you want me to carry you?" I shook my head.

"I'm fine." We walked a little farther. I stumbled into the outside world of Dallas. Even as my eyes drooped, I didn't fail to notice the beauty of Dallas. I stumbled outside, trying to stand and walk straight.

"HEY!" I shrieked as he swooped me in his arms. "What do you think you're doing!"
"You are obviously, whether you admit it or not, tired. And I don't want you to stumble into the road. It makes you look drunk." I scowled at his grin.

Finally I gave in. He smiled and started walking. I tried to prove how wrong he was about me being tired, but eventually fell asleep.

I awoke the next morning, or what I thought to be the next morning, in a small room. The walls were a pale orange color almost appearing a peach color. I was laying in a bed, a white sheet draped over me. I stretched and sat up.

"Glad to see you're awake." I turned my head. I woman with long red hair and green eyes said as she opened the door. "I'm Doctor O'Brien. Nice to meet you." Her smile was warm.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked.

"Only 2 days." She crossed over to the window and pulled it back. The bright sun shone through the window. "Is it to bright?" I shook my head. "Are you hungry?" I shook my head. She pursed her lips together. "Well Dr.Cullen is out on a hiking trip. He should be back later this week." I nodded. "If you need anything let me know." She turned to leave, hurt by the fact I didn't like her.

"Excuse me." She reappeared.

"Yes?"

"Actually would you mind bringing me something to eat?" Her face lit up.

"How about I take you somewhere?" I nodded.

It wasn't a really fancy place, but it was nice. The food was great and I had a lot in common with the Doctor. We both loved reading and we both loved shopping. Well she did I lied to make her feel better.

Her name was Alicia. Her Great-Grandmother had moved to Texas back when Texas was claimed by the Spanish, back in the mid 1700's. Her Grandmother had met and married a man named Moses Austin. Her father was Stephen F. Austin and her mom was Ana Gonzales. She later married a man named Chatima (Cha'tima) who was a member of the Comanche tribe. She was only 16 at the time. He wasn't excpeted into the family and had to leave. She had a son name Ciqala,4, and a daughter named Rose, 6. They meet occasionally, when they could. They were loyal to eachother, neither marrying nor having children outside of eachother.

"One day Isabella, you'll find a boy or man like that. You're young, but when you do you'll know if he's the right one or not." Her words stuck with me.

The rest of the week passed uneventfully. Well almost. I had to stay inside, unless being accompied by Alicia or another adult, because of a major war going on. The two halves of the United States were fighting a war. A war between the Northern, or the Union, and the Southern, the Confederate, states. This all started over some slaves. Personally I think this war was a good thing, and hoped that the North won. Alicia felt the same way. So I spent my time with Alicia, her two children, or her husband when he visited. On my 6th day there, me, Ciqala, Rose, Chatima and Alicia were outside enjoying her day off, when all of a sudden there was a loud explosion.

"WHAT WAS THAT!" I shrieked.
"Cannons. The Union and the Confederate must have collided." Cha-Cha, as his name is hard for a 5yr old to pronounce, murmmered. All around us people were running and hiding, some were screaming.

"We better go. It could get ugly." She muttered. We turned to leave, and would've made it in time if Cha-Cha hadn't gotten shot. Six Union solider was shooting at several Southern soliders. Three bullets hit Cha-Cha in his arm and chest. Cici and Rose got shot as well.
"Come on we have to go!" Alicia shouted. Cha-cha was slung over her shoulder and CiCi was in one of her arms. I had Rose slung over my shoulder.

We hastily made our way to the hospital. There, standing in the doorway, wearing a blue, buttoned down jacket and some dark blue pants, was standing in the hallway of the Hospital on the first floor. A large gun strapped to his back, while another gun was at his side.

"Halt!" He cried, an accent hanging on to his voice. "No one is allowed to enter!" He cried in a booming voice.
"Please my husband and children are in trouble! I work here." The man looked to the other man.
"Let me see you're pass." She showed him her identity, and was let through.

Two doctors rushed to take Cha-Cha, and two more took Rose and CiCi.
"Are you hurt?"Alicia asked worried. I could see she wanted to check on her family, so I shook my head. "Call me if you need me." She said and rushed off. I laid down across the chairs. I had gotten shot in the shoulder and in my left leg. I passed out from the loss of blood. Or maybe it was fatigue. Either way I was out.

I don't know how much time passed, because when I awoke it was dark outside. The moonlight strood into my room ever so slowly, as if asking if it was allowed to come in. I heard the door click open and he came in.

"You're awake?" It should've been a statement but came out as a question. Like he expected me to be sleep for awhile.

"Am I supposed to not be?" I asked.

"No. You just like to talk in your sleep. I had to make sure you were really awake." I felt my face flush. "I was worried about you?" I stared in shock as he walked over and sat down on the bed.

"Why me?" I asked. "You have a lot of patients that need your attention. Why focus on me, a weak, small and fragile, little girl?" I saw him smile, I never knew how bright his teeth were. The whole room almost lit up.

"Because, even though you are a weak, fragile, little, pathetic,"

"HEY! I never said that!" I gritted my teeth together.

"Really? I didn't notice." I growled at him. "Anyways. That little girl, has wormed her way into my heart." He said smiling.

"Speaking of hearts. We never talked about your dead heart." I pointed out.

"Maybe another time. Okay?" I nodded.

"One more thing. How is Alicia?" I asked.

"Alicia? My secretary Alicia O'Brien?" I nodded. "I don't know. I'll check in on her. Okay. Now get some sleep." He got up and kissed me on my forehead. It wasn't how cold his lips were, it was the fact that he actually did that. A stranger kissing me! "Sleep well." He murmmered before leaving.

"Are you sure you're not hungry?" He asked that afternoon when I had awoken.

"I'm fine. You're doing it again." I growled.

"Doing what?" He asked acting innocent.

"Changing the subject!" I cried in frustration. "Where are the O'Briens?"

He sighed. "Alicia's husband died last night. Rose died as well. There was a bullet in their lungs." I couldn't believe it! Rosie was dead.
"What about CiCi?" I asked blinking back the tears that threatened to spill.
"The son is still alive. Barely."
"What about Alicia?" I asked. I saw him look away briefly. "Tell me!" I roared. His eyes widened in surprise, but quickly regained their composture.

"Alicia was shot last night. She died on contact. Are you okay?" Now I couldn't stop the tears from stopping. I had only knew her for a week and I loved her and she loved me.

"I-She wanted to-s-she wanted to become a great doctor. Why did she die?" He pulled me into chest and I broke down. I sobbed inot his chest for hours. He didn't even say anything about his shirt being ruined.

"Mr.Cullen."

"Hmm?"

"What about Ciquala?" I asked.

"What am I supposed to do about that?" He asked.

"Can we take him in?" I looked into his topaz eyes.

"Isabella I don't think so." I nodded. "Sleep. We're leaving tommorrow."

"Wait. WHAT! I don't know you!" I screeched.

He walked up to me and took my hand. Shaking it slightly he said. "Hi I'm Carlisle Cullen. Nice to meet you." I scowled at him. "So now we know eachother. Sleep tight."

We left before dawn the next morning. I was grouchy at having to be awoke before 6. I said goodbye to Cici before we left. He was awake and made sure to be the first to see me go. I said goodbye too him, promising we'd see eachother in the future.

"Ready?" Carlisle asked. I nodded and we got in his car. Waving goodbye, we sped off down the road. I was leaving my home again.

Notes:

1) If you are wondering, Renee is Bella's mother. Charlie is her stepfather. Later Phil will enter but not as a father.

2) The reason Bella can hear the heart beats is because she's half vampire. However the features won't take effect untill her body is more mature for the Venom to process.

3) Carlisle doesn't know Bella is his daughter. It won't be untill chapter 2 or 3 till he finds out.

4) This is what Bella looks like: Pale skin, green eyes, and as of now she has dark red hair. When she is older her eyes will be a mix between topaz and emerald green and her hair will become blond.

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