Okay so I'm new at writing for fanfiction so please give me comment!!! Okay so I know that other have wrote stories like this but I think it's so cute hearing about Bella when she was a child that I couldn't help but so my own version! Okay so here it is***********
Edward POV
Most of my family was out hunting. I had just hunted yesterday so I didn't go with them. Carlisle was at work. I don't know why but Alice had seemed overly happy today. Overly happy for her, which, for most is very hard to be that happy. She was hiding something from me but I wouldn't worry about that now. I was too busy writing an amazing piano piece. It flowed so wonderfully together that I almost forgot all about my life. My family and I had been living in forks for four years now so it was getting to the time when we would have to move soon. I can't say I would really miss this place. It's a dreary, rainy, little town and today was just another day in my personal hell.
The rain was pounding hard against the roof breaking my concentration. Ugh, would this never end?!? Everyday I pretending to be a human, I went to school, I came home and I dreaded. I dreaded thinking about how the rest of my life would be exactly the same. School was the worst part. Because of my age I could never get a job or career or move forward in anyway. I was lying to myself, it wasn't my age holding me back, it was what I am. I am a vampire. I am not human. I will never grow order. The worst part about it was that my misery could never be put to an end. Eternally stuck in a seventeen year old's body.
The rain poured down harder. It hit the roof and then dripped down onto the yard. This small town was where my family and I came back to every few years or so. Even though I hate it, it was one of the few places my family and I could live and almost be normal. Well, not really normal but as normal as I family of vampires could be. I smiled to myself, family of vampires. It sounded so ridiculous but it was true. We were always there for one another. Through our struggles, happiness and any other obstacle that we had to face. What ever it was, we faced it together.
I really shouldn't be complaining. I had people who loved my in my life. People who were wonderful and caring. I am just too selfish to be grateful for what I have. I should thank Esme everyday for treating me as if I am her son. I should be grateful to Jasper and Emmet for being the best brothers I could ever ask for. Though she is sometimes very full of herself I should thank Rosalie for, well making Emmet happy, I guess. I will always be thankful for Alice looking out for me even though she can be annoyingly hyper. And I will always thank Carlisle for sowing me how to the best vampire I can be.
Okay that just sounded ridiculous! The best vampire I can be? I can never be a good vampire! I am a monster! No matter how well I try to be good and not kill, I am still who I am. I am a monster and I forever will be. If there were a heaven, I would not be going to it. But then again I would never have to worry about that since I cannot die. Forever a killer. That's exactly what I am. I wanted to be good but nothing, nothing will ever change the fact that I am made to kill humans. Born to murder. No good could ever come from one of my kind.
A faint knock on the door broke through my train of thought. I wondered who this could be. No one ever came to visit the Cullen's. Humans were too afraid of us and for good reason. Though of course humans didn't know that we were vampires, they did know that we didn't quite fit in and in human society that's all that mattered. Fitting in, being one of the crowd, something that though my family tried we could never succeed. I wondered if I should get the door. Who ever it was, was a human. I could tell from their scent. They smelled good, though for some reason the scent was not too strong. The person at the door would probably go away if I didn't answer it. But, my curiosity got the better of me.
I ran to the door at an unhuman speed. I unlocked the door and pulled it opened. To my astonishment right in front of me was a little girl. She had dark brown hair that formed curls. It went down the middle of her back. She had large chocolate-brown colored eyes that were widened with fear. Her skin was ivory colored but she had several cuts on her body. The small child was probably about 3 or 4 years old. She was little but she was already very pretty. Her face was twisted with fear. Was that because of me? Or was there another problem. Where were her parents? My family's house was far into the woods, this little girl had to have walked a while by herself to find it. The odd thing was that I could not read her mind. Her thoughts were safe from me. I heard nothing. This was very frustrating, hearing nothing. Having to wait for her to speak. Ugh! Why couldn't I hear her?
"My Daddy and I got in a car accident. My Daddy wasn't waking up so I came to get help. I had to walk a very far distance. Will you help me?" the little girl squeaked. Her eyes were filled with tears. I felt instantly bad for the poor child.
"Of course I will help you," I told her. With that I lifted her up in my arms, shut the door and carried her inside. I carefully set her down on the kitchen counter. I took my thumb and wiped away her tears that were pouring down her face.
"Do you know how long ago you got in the car accident?" I asked her. She lifted her face up to mine.
"Over a day ago. I slept in the forest last night. It was cold," the child stated. By this time the car accident must have been discovered and her fathered found.
"Wait here," I told her and walked into the other room. I pulled out my phone and dialed Carlisle's number.
"Edward?" I heard him say.
"Yes Carlisle. A little girl in a car accident that happened yesterday came knocking on our door. She said she was with her father. Have you got any reports of a car accident that was close to our house?' I said into the phone.
"Yes Charlie Swan was found a day ago in a smashed up car. He was died. But there was also a car seat in the car and the backseat door was opened. You must have his daughter with you, Isabella," Carlisle informed me.
"Where is her mother?" I asked. Surely someone must be missing her.
"Her mother died a year ago from cancer and she has no known relatives. Neither of her parents left her a will. Isabella is now an orphan," Carlisle spoke with sadness; I could hear it even through the phone. I felt sadness thinking about what would now happen to this unfortunate child.
"Okay Carlisle. We can talk about this when you get home. Bye." I said and hung the phone up. I walked back into the kitchen where I left the girl, Isabella apparently. She was sitting down exactly where I had left her.
"Isabella, don't worry about the car accident. It has been taken care of," I told her. She was fidgeting on the counter. She looked very uncomfortable. That was when I remembered that she was hurt. I went and got some of Carlisle's tools. I had a medical degree so I should be able to take care of her without sending her to a hospital. I put my hands on her head to make sure she had no internal damage. She appeared to be fine. I started taking band-aids out and patching her up. By now all her cuts have stopped bleeding, thank God.
"Bella. I like to be called Bella," she said to me. While I put the band-aids on her I checked to make sure she had no broken bones. Not once did she flinch from my cold touch.
"What's your name?" she spoke with curiosity. I realized just then that I had never told her my name.
"It's Edward." I said. She smiled up at me and then frowned. She must have then remembered what had happened to her father.
"Edward, what happened to my Daddy? You said he was taken care of but you never said how," Bella was very observant. I had tried to avoid telling her of her father's death but I couldn't lie to her. I didn't know why but something about those brown eyes just wouldn't let me. I lifted her up from the kitchen counter and carried her to the living room. I sat on the couch and put her on top of me.
"Bella, honey, do you believe in heaven?' I asked her gently. I hoped I could tell her without her getting too upset but this was her father so that didn't really seem possible.
Bella nodded answering my question, "Heaven is the place where all the people who were good on Earth go." Good she did know some religion.
"Yes Bella it is. Your dad is there now," I told her. I didn't know why, but it was incredibly hard to tell her this terrible news. When Bella understood what I meant her eyes filled with tears and she started crying. I put my arms around her in hope that it would comfort her.
"Shhh Bella, shhh. Everything will be okay, I promise," I didn't know if that promise would be true but I couldn't help but tell her it to make her feel better.
Eventually her crying slowed and her eyes shut. She fell asleep right there in my arms. I couldn't put her down; the poor girl had just lost everything. I had to make sure she would be okay. I didn't know why but for some reason seeing her sleep comforted me. I hadn't slept for almost a hundred years. I haven't seen someone sleep for about the same amount of time.
I was so concentrated in her sleeping that I didn't notice when my family had come home until I heard everyone gasp.
Is that a CHILD?
The poor thing!
Oh she's so cute!
Why does Edward have a kid in his arms?
Oh she so much cuter in person!
Everyone's thoughts hit me and brought me back to the present.
Okay how was that for a first ever fanfic chapter? PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! PLEASE! The sooner you review the sooner I will post the next chapter!
