Carlisle POV

On an impulse decision, I had decided to take the late train home from the hospital on a dark, freezing night in early November, with no clue that this action would change the course of my existence forever.

I waited patiently at the train platform, reminding myself of the joys of trains, yet my experience with them have been minimal over the past few decades, yet I craved the challenge of such a diverse social challenge.

At almost half past ten, my intended train approached, and from a minute away, I was able to detect the familiar scent of an open wound, and yet I could sense that the wound hidden beneath various clothing, hence nobody else on the carriage could help the victim- why would this person hide such a deep cut? I entered the carriage bearing the bleeding individual, and followed the scent until I found myself nearing a small, pre-teen girl sitting alone on a six-seater section.

The girl was exhausted, that much was obvious, and she was leaning against the window with her large brown eyes partially closed. I was also worried about her weight, I could see the tendons in her hands, and her rib bones were visible through her thin jumper, and her cheek bones were sharp against her pale skin. This child was ill.

Further still, I knew now that she had various cuts across her torso, legs and neck- what would have caused her to sustain such injury. The child was seemingly oblivious to her surroundings , yet when I moved even slightly, she adjusted herself so that there was no chance that our skin could meet, I was sure that this was part of a child's natural subconscious reactions to something of my kind.

As I pondered on how to address the girl, so that I could assist her wounds, the piercing sounds of a series of consistent beeps forced her into a flurry, her heart rate sped dramatically as she looked at who was calling, yet she answered.

"Hello dad" she spoke, and it was with a joy that warmed my frozen heart that I acknowledged and embraced her British accent, as alien as it was to me now.

I heard the muffled shouts and curses from the other end of the line, ordering a blend of drunken nonsense, yet she remained calm.

"O-okay dad, I'll d-do that" she stuttered, however her familiarity with such situation was worrying. She hung up the phone just as the last passenger left the train, leaving just the two of us. The girl pinched the bridge of her nose, pushing her thickly lensed glasses upwards, I could feel her distress, and I could not hold my queries in any longer, especially as her wound was now breathing more freely.

"Are you okay, young one?" I asked, and she jolted upwards, and her heart rate raced even further, her young eyes were filled with terror, and yet she was still polite.

"Y-yes sir" she replied

"Are you sure? Are you not bleeding?" for now one wound in particular was bleeding through her torn shirt.

The child glanced at her wound, "It's nothing, I-i-I'm fine" she then stood up and backed away nervously, and I was torn as to what to do. Should I follow her, and cause her more distress, or just leave her to perhaps someone else's care.

It was at this point that my phone rang, and the ring tone that I had assigned to Alice blared through the silence, usually, I would not answer my phone in such a serious situation, however due to Alice's gift, I was obliged to differ.

"Carlisle" Alice began, "take her to the house"

"But Alice-"

"Just do it"

With a sigh, I replied, "okay, I trust you"

Already, the child was waiting at the door, desperate to escape my company, and I felt evil to my core as I knew the distress that I was going to cause her.

"Child, please listen to me, I am a doctor, I just want to help you, I have medical treatments at my home, which is near here" I told her calmly, yet she then started pressing the button to open the carriage door with urgent desperation.

"I-I'm fine s-sir, please, I don't need your help" she cried, barely looking at me

"Young one, I know you're scared, but please, I mean you no harm-"

The doors opened, and the child darted off faster than I expected, her long, thick blonde hair whipped in the cold wind, and I had no choice but to follow her, and I hated myself for it. The smell of her blood was stronger than ever, and after a few minutes of sprinting, she was now withering, and she took a left into the forest that my home was buried in and I continued to follow her with ease.

She then fell onto the hard forest floor, and remained there for some time, seemingly in shock as to what had just happened. I took an unnessicary breath before approaching her again, and when she saw me, she gasped in fear, before attempting to rise and escape, yet her glasses fell, leaving her visually impaired and her wounds proved too difficult for her to handle, yet this young girl was determined, to the point of self destruction.

"Child please" I begged her, for she was only making it worse for herself. I put my hand protectively onto her shoulder, before the blood loss caused the child to faint.

I picked the tiny thing up and held her so that she was at least partially protected from the wind, before sprinting back to the house, where my family awaited.

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