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PART 1

It was barley sunset, but even though I had been out for two hours, I still had room for one more animal. I knew Carlisle would probably be wondering where I was at this point, but I'm sure he would understand that I wanted to be alone for a while, since today was the first cloudy day this week, and I've been stuck inside with Edward. But then again, I can't stay out here forever, and I won't be able to hunt for a while after this, so I decided to make the last one, a big one.

I leaned into my hunting crouch again, and let my senses spread as far as potential. But this time, I recognized a sent that I had trained myself to block out and ignore, but this time, something a little out of the ordinary happened. The sent got stronger, and stronger and continued that way until, from about three miles away, came an ear-piercing shriek of agony. Then soon after, a howl of an animal, full of outrage and anger.

Would it be wrong of me to go to the sight of the commotion? Carlisle hated it when we interrupted the human world. He wanted nature to run its course, and not to be intervallic by what we are, or be held back in any way. But the voice of the human sounded so tortured, so distressed, that I could not find the strength to ignore it.

It was very easy to find the spot of the disorder. The man was screaming at the top of his lungs for maybe five minutes strait. Impressive, for a human.

When I passed the last tree that blocked my view of the catastrophe, it wasn't at all far from what I had expected.

There was, under the commands of a massive black bear, a bleeding man, about the age of twenty. He was attempting to crawl away from the monster and into the shadow of a large oak tree, but he was so weak, and so helpless. . .

I could tell that if the bear touched him again, he would he gone, and the beast was coming in head on for the poor dying man.

The victim slowly lifted his head, and took one glance at the creature, then bent his head and I could hear his breath stop. His heart was slowing to; I could see that if I wanted to do anything at all for this pitiable sufferer, I would have to act fast.

I crossed paths with the bear in three steps, and launched him, with surprisingly a brutal amount of strength, into a tree. He, surprisingly, got back to his feet and shifted his fury on me. But I had no patience for it to tease and play, so I tossed him into the forest, breaking his neck and spine, so he had no chance of surviving this.

After the threat was over, I gave my full attention to the man. He was looking in the direction the bear was about to cream him from, and was looking confused when he no longer saw anything at all in that direction, but when letting out another howl of sting. He was laying flat on the ground, now. I could see the cuts in his chest were deep and the ribs under a thick coat or staining blood were broken to.

Then I noticed his face.

His drenched hair was a dark, inviting color that spring out in loose curls. He was still crying out, but I could see the most adorable, boyish dimples on his cheeks. In a way, I recognized this face. But then again, it was totally new, fresh, and inviting.

I wanted to keep it.

It was, in a way, beautiful.

I could not lose this face.

Just then, a daring thought occurred to me.

There was a way that I could hold onto this, but am I really that willing? If I chose to do it, he would be entirely my responsibility. And sure Edward would be annoyed. Really annoyed, but that's not my problem.

I had only two seconds to chose, ether, to put him out of his misery, or to change him.

But how could I bring anymore harm, to this innocent face?

My mind was made. The decision was final.

But as I leaned closer to his neck, I could not only sense how weak his heart was, but how delicious his blood smelled. It was too dangerous.

I really didn't want to risk it. But that left one other option. To take him to Carlisle. I knew that Carlisle would not turn away if I requested it, but then again, it was a little demanding and selfish of me. But he knew that I would have done it anyways.

Lifting him into my arms was partly terrifying, sense this was the first time I made physical contact with a human in since I was changed, and part automatic.

Then I began the three hundred and fifty mile sprint back to the house.

I think he was trying to speak to me in a way, through mumbles and gasps. Through the blood, he looked kind of stunned. As if he didn't believe that I was real, or trying to figure out what I was, and how we were moving so fast, but had little luck with all the other things on his mind like trying to stay breathing, and trying to stay awake.

"Just hang in there." I told him in a low voice.

He seemed to hear me and then choked on all the blood that had spilled into his mouth.

"Shh…" I said. "Don't lose your strength."

He didn't respond, but I think he heard my clearly.

The rest of the trip was silent and barbed. He was trying, I could tell, not to make noise, or move. And I tried not to jostle him.

When I finally reached the house, I kicked open the door, to find Carlisle already on his feet in the otherwise empty living room, with an alarmed expression on his face as he took in the dyeing, nearly lifeless man in my arms.

"Carlisle" I began. He was already at my side. "I didn't want to let him die" my voice was shaking with anxiety "I tried to do something, but I knew I wouldn't be able if I got to close to him" I was talking fast and my voice was breaking at the end of every other word.

"Rosalie?" he interrupted.

"Please Carlisle, just, please help me! I don't want to lose him! I know he's just a stranger, but I can take care of him! I swear and if-"

"Rose- Rosalie! Calm down, it's alright. Just breathe, and tell me what happened." He sounded as if there was time to talk.

"No! There's no time! Please, please help me!" I nearly shouted. I could feel his heart getting weaker and weaker.

"What do you want me to do?" he responded on a sympathetic voce.

"Change him." I begged in a broken whisper.

He looked at me then as if seeing if I was being serious. I guess he realized I was, and then looked at the man who clearly had only seconds.

Carlisle sighed.

"Hold him very still." He ordered. I did so, and he leaned forward and dug his teeth into his frail, yielding skin.

As I heard his last heart beat.