(a/n: this is my first ever fanfic and I'm only thirteen, so please be nice. Also, my bat mitzvah (Jewish coming of age) is at the end of May and I'm very stressed. I've written a lot of this story already on paper, but because of the stress, I might not have time to type up and post a lot of it until after my bat mitzvah.)

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or any of its characters. I wish I did, but I don't. Maybe Stephanie will let me borrow Edward sometime lol.

Edward's POV:

I had just finished draining a black bear when a wind blew from the north, carrying a scent so sweet, so appealing, so appetizing, it could only be human. But not just any human, this human had the most delicious-smelling blood I had ever smelled.

I found myself running north at full speed, following the scent to its source. My vision was tinted red, and all I could think about was gorging myself on the human's blood. When I was about twenty meters away, I stopped. I looked around, but I did not see my prey. I listened, and soon heard light breathing and felt heat emanating from a clump of bushes. Looking harder, I saw her, or parts of her, at least. Through the leaves and branches, I saw flashes of gray clothing, pale skin, and dark hair.

Instinctively, my muscles tensed, ready to spring, and venom flooded my mouth. I approached slowly and silently. I carefully moved the branches aside, trying to make as little noise as possible.

As I did, a strong wind blew from the south, blowing the human's scent away from me and filling my nose with clean air, which momentarily cleared my head.

I held my breath and froze, realizing what I was about to do. I was about to kill a poor, innocent, helpless girl. And she certainly was poor and helpless. Her long mahogany hair was knotted and dirty. Her pale skin was sallow-looking and littered with purplish bruises. She had a black eye and one of her hands stuck out at a slightly odd angle. She looked way too skinny; her ribs, collarbones, and cheekbones stuck out from beneath her skin.

She looked like she was sleeping, but suddenly, the eye that wasn't nearly swollen shut snapped open.

The girl's eyes were chocolate brown and full of fear. They looked deep, as if I could see through them, into her soul. I wish I had a soul.

The girl gasped and scooted backwards. "Don't hurt me, please!" she whispered hoarsely as she covered her face with her arm.

I had been wondering how this decrepit girl had ended up in such a sorry manner in the middle of the woods. Now, seeing the blue line of numbers tattooed on her arm, I immediately understood. This girl was a Jewish escapee of the nearby concentration camp.

My anger flared worse than my thirst ever had. I hated the Nazis and what they did to innocent people just because they were different!!! Not many people knew the truth, but my family did. I did not understand why Carlisle made our home here two years ago. All I knew was that I HAD to help this girl!

I scooped the girl into my arms. She did not scream at my cold skin or bold move as I expected, but merely gasped again and whimpered a little. I stepped carefully out of the bushes. Then, holding the girl (who I realized was actually an older teenager) bridal style, I ran deeper into the woods towards my house.

After a minute or two, I noticed the girl was shaking. Whether from fear or my cold skin I don't know. I arranged my features so that my face looked calm and reassuring. Then I looked down at her. She was staring up at my face.

"Shh, it's alright." I murmured gently through my teeth. It was all I had breath for. If I let any air in, which would surely be intoxicated with her scent, I knew I would lose control and kill her instantly.

The girl nodded ever-so-slightly and slowly relaxed her muscles one-by-one. Then she slowly closed her eyes. After two minutes, I heard her breathing and heart rate change as she drifted into unconsciousness.

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Alice's POV:

I was sitting in my room, reading a book, when suddenly I had a vision. The words on the page blurred then disappeared, and my vision took me into the near future.

I saw the forest. Edward was approaching a clump of bushes in total hunting mode. He moved a branch aside, then quick as lightning, ducked down and grabbed whatever was hiding by the throat.

A blood-curdling scream pierced the quiet, but it turned to a gurgle and then silence as Edward drained every drop of blood from the defenseless girl's body.

Then Edward stood there, splotches of blood staining his shirt and dripping from his mouth, holding the lifeless girl. Now that reason had returned to him, he stood there with a look of pure horror on his face.

The vision changed abruptly. Edward was running through the forest towards the house. He was carrying the girl, who was still alive. The girl was a mess: dirty and covered in bruises, and she had a black eye.

I forced myself to snap out of the vision. I realized what Edward was doing, and I had to tell Carlisle so he'd be ready.

"Carlisle," I said in a normal voice, knowing he could hear, as I ran into his office, "Edward found an injured girl in the forest and he's bringing her here. I'm sure he wants you to treat her. He'll be here in ten minutes."

"Okay Alice. I will set up an examination table in the living room. Why don't you go wait for Edward by the front door?" Carlisle suggested, standing and heading towards his chest of medical supplies. I nodded and left the room.

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Edward's POV:

About ten minutes later, my house came into view. It is very big with lots and lots of windows. My sister, Alice, opened the front door as I walked up the two steps to the door.

"Hi Edward! Is this the girl? Mmm, she does smell good. Carlisle's waiting for you in the living room." Alice told me.

Wow, she looks a lot worse in person than she did in my vision. I heard Alice think as I walked past her into the house. She followed me into the living room.

"Put her on the table, Edward." Carlisle said, gesturing to the examination table that had been set up in the middle of the living room.

"Let's have a look at our patient, shall we?" Carlisle said calmly, gently removing the girl's tattered gray dress from her body.

"Well, she obviously has a black eye and a broken wrist. There are bruises covering at least 60% of her body, some weeks old and some new. She is way too skinny and probably dehydrated and malnourished." Carlisle then gently turned the girl over onto her stomach and gasped.

"Oh dear!" he continued, "She also has severe lacerations, probably a month old, on her back."

Alice gasped too. I almost did, but locked my jaw just in time, remembering what would happen if I breathed in the girl's scent. There were long red lines all over her back. The red was broken up by a thin stripe of white every inch or so. The girl must have been harshly whipped.

"Well, what's the verdict Carlisle?" Alice asked, eyes still wide.

"We might be able to nurse her back to health, but it would take several months and she might not make it. I think it would be fairer to the poor creature if I just turned her now." Carlisle answered. I nodded once.

"Alice, could you bring the morphine please?" Carlisle asked. Alice nodded and ran up the stairs to Carlisle's office, returning a moment later with a syringe and a bottle of morphine.

Carlisle gave the girl a large dose of morphine and waited a few minutes for it to spread.

"You two should leave now. You can come back in an hour. I will call you." Carlisle told us. Alice and I nodded and left the room together.

So what did you think? Not the greatest ending, I know. Sorry. But I didn't know how else to end the chapter. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. I will try to post the next chapter ASAP, but the earliest I'm guaranteeing is June 7. Really sorry, blame the bat mitzvah.