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RPOV (Rosalie's Point Of View)

I lay there on the ground begging, no pleading for someone to find me. I opened my mouth and let out my loudest scream. Only, what came out was not a scream, but simply air. My voice was hoarse from where he practically strangled me -to keep me from screaming- as his drunk friends took…well advantage of me. It was horrid. The man I thought was the perfect fiancé (rich, handsome, did I mention rich?) had left me beaten on the ground waiting for the arrival of death. Before I could try to let out another pathetic cry for help, I heard murmurs, from what seemed like two angels. Although my vision was blurred with tears, I knew these men could be no less then that. But I found out later that my assumption was quite far from the truth. If you could call it a truth, to most people it was a myth, a story, a...nightmare.

My thoughts about the beautiful angels were abruptly interrupted by one of them saying "Yes, I think it must be done. It's her only hope" I wondered what in the world they were talking about. I heard more murmurs but did not pay any more attention to them, because I had a hard enough time figuring out what they were saying. I mean, if anything was going to be done to me I would need one of three things, one my consciousness (which was slowly fading), two my lawyer, and three my visa, you know in case after I found out what was going on I wanted to go shopping. Before I could attain any of those things though, I saw the Angel with dark hair leap towards me in a blur. I felt pain first in my neck, and then it spread. It was searing pain. Right now hell seemed like a pretty cold place. I started to lose track of time.

I'm guessing what was seven hours later (I was paralyzed with pain, therefore could not even lift my arm to look at the wristwatch, on what other then, my wrist) I started to slowly feel my body fading. I then passed out, only to be awoken (who knows how many hours later, maybe it was even days) by the angel with the dark hair gently moving his hands through my own golden locks. When he noticed I was awake he retreated back at what seemed like lightning speed.

EPOV (Edward's Point Of View)

Carlisle and I had gone out for one of our little vegetarian hunting trips, when we heard a whoosh of air. But it had a smell to it that differed from that of the cool night breeze. Could it have been from that of an animal? It had seemed so familiar. That's when I realized, it was breath, but not an animal's, a-a-a… a human's. Carlisle had already figured this out, because as I looked toward him I saw the concern and determination on his face. I knew it was a female, because of the fruity perfume that filled the air, along with the stench of blood. Then with my telepathic talent, I heard Carlisle calling to me. "Edward, I know it's a dying female human, but do you have time to run to her? I don't want it to be the end for her."

I considered this. Her breath and blood smelled only about ten miles away. I was after all the fastest runner of my small family so I intently nodded and dashed towards the smell. I got to the women in less than three minutes. Carlisle arrived just seconds after me. She was close to death. Carlisle and I had to make a decision…and fast. "It would give her another chance. I would hate to leave her here. Edward, do you think that maybe your ready? After all, she is quite beautiful…she might" Carlisle thought. I made him stop at 'she might' by giving him one of my stop-it-right-now stares. "Yes, I think it must be done. It's her only hope." I answered the question about saving her and giving her another chance. However, I completely ignored what he was about to say. I knew it was going to be another attempt at trying to find me a new 'mate'. I felt ashamed at how she was thinking we were 'angels'. Pretty far from it if you ask me. Before I leapt for her to end, and at the same time start, her pain, I noticed that look that all humans gave us when we are in their presence. It was the look of pure awe. She probably thought we were the most beautiful things on Earth. I almost thought I couldn't do it when I heard Carlisle think "Edward son, this is your decision, if you are not ready it will have been your choice to leave her." I took these as words of encouragement and leapt toward her and dug my teeth into her neck. She flinched and dug her nails into the street, causing them to crack and bleed. Carlisle swiftly picked her up and we dashed back to our home. Eight hours after arriving home her body went completely limp and I figured she had passed out. Carlisle and I prepare what we were going to tell her when she awoke.

As I looked at her, I started to notice her, and how beautiful she was. She wore her brilliant golden tresses down to her mid back with just a red rose in it. Her lips were plump and red and well, innocent. She was wearing a shredded red silk dress that went just above her knee. It was hard to tell the detail of it considering it was ripped to shreds by those treacherous men. I had seen flash backs of what had happened to her in her mind. The rose fell from her hair after she twitched again so I glided across the room and placed it back on her hair. Which was so soft, I kept playing with it. When all of a sudden her heart beat started to slow. Her eyes opened, and I leaned back. You could never tell with newborns whether they were going to be calm or ….vicious.