The New Cullen: The Story of Isadora
Bella's POV:
I was hunting, alone in the woods surrounding the Cullen's – now my - home when I saw it.
I gasped, and had I needed to breathe I would have stopped, for the body in the bushes was barely moving.
The curly bronze hair, such a contrast against the pale skin, had my heart still beated it would of stopped. My daughter, my Renesmee!
" Nessie! Nessie!" I called the name I detested but my sweet daughter loved. I hurried to the side of the fragile looking body, fast as – no faster than- lightning.
As I approached it two things became clear:
The first and one I was cruelly most thankful for, the girl - whilst around the age of 13 or 14 as my daughter appeared to be – was not Renesmee.
The second, and a fact I was thankful for non the less, she was still breathing. But barely, in an hour, a few minutes - who knew how long – 's time the shallow breathing of the body in front of me would cease. A life would be lost.
I cradled the young girl's body in my arms, she was so much like my own daughter it hurt to think about. I knew I couldn't leave her. But I couldn't bring her back.
If I could cry I would of but I couldn't so I didn't. Instead, I did what the rest of my family did when they were in doubt. I went to Carlisle. After a few minutes silent debate, I decided I couldn't leave this poor human child in the woods alone. She may not be biologically my daughter, but out there somewhere, a mother was sitting away from her child. Not knowing she would never see her face again.
Did the mother of this child even know her daughter was missing? Maybe the girl had left the house on the way to school, kissed her mother goodbye unaware of the end approaching?
How did the child end up out here anyway?
Then I noticed the knife in her stomach.
I knew more than ever I had to get her to Carlisle. I could not, would not let this child so similar to my own die.
I ran through the forest holding the body of the young girl, her eyes flickered open at one point. For just a millisecond, if I had not got such perfect vision I would have missed the intense blue colour of her eyes. In that second I saw the confusion, the pain, the fear in the girls stunning face. I knew I had to help she hadn't got much time left.
I knew I had to get her revenge.
As I arrived at my colossal home I began screaming for Carlisle.
Edward appeared first. "Is that…?" He muttered to quietly for human ears to ear. I shook my head.
He came to my side and took the fragile body from me, and he ran up to Carlisle's office.
"Carlisle! Carlisle!" He called. Barging through the door I was close behind "Bella found a body in the woods. We need to help, if a stranger found Renesmee, we'd wish someone to aid her." Carlisle took in my pained expression, the agreement in Edward's and the similarity between Nessie and the mystery girl and nodded.
He placed the still body on a gurney. How had that gotten there? He removed the knife from the girl's body. She gasped in pain; while she was out cold she could still feel. Her breathing became laboured and shallow, more so than before.
There was nothing we could do. I listened to her heartbeat fade away slowly.
"Turn her!" Cried a voice. Renesmee. "She is in pain, we can turn her, I can have a sister." She whispered. Alice and Esme who had appeared beside her nodded.
Then I saw Jasper, Emmet and Rosalie standing beside me. It seemed a crowd had gathered.
"We should, you know." Emmet said, "Another person I can beat at arm wrestling!" He laughed boomingly.
"It's not a joke!" Esme scolded her son and sighed disapprovingly.
"NO! Have you any idea any of you what she'll go through. Or have you conveniently forgotten? If we wanted to give her a happy ending, we can return her to her family and bury her!" Rosalie said, she would object, considering her painful past.
" We should turn her," I mumbled "She may not be able to go back to her family, but we can leave a note or video for them or something. If it was Renesmee," I reached for my daughter "I would want to know at least she was alive – in a sense – and well." They majority of the room nodded in agreement and Carlisle bent towards her neck.