Chapter One
I looked back at the shoreline to find my friend's campfire. It was easy to find in the darkness of dusk. My mom always told me not to go surfing at dusk. That was when sharks hunt, sharks that would eat me and still have room. I always surfed late and I never saw a single shark.
I paddled out into a wave, and I laughed as it caught me. Out of all the months of the year, October had the best waves, and out of all of October, Halloween had the best.
I paddled back to the shore when I felt a bumped on my leg. I ignored it. Suddenly I felt an extreme pain and a clamp right above my waist. I tried to stay calm when I looked over my shoulder.
My blood ran cold. Staring back at me was two beady, black eyes. My hips and legs were in between a set of razor sharp, dagger-sharp teeth. I screamed as the shark shook its head. My blood spilled into the water.
For some reason the shark let go and left. I felt weak and let the waves push me back into the beach.
"EMMA!" my boyfriend, Luke, yelled.
I heard voices call out. Luke splashed into the water next to me.
"It will be alright." He said as he ran up next to me. "Holy Cramp!" he yelled when he saw my waist, "Tylor, help me!"
Tylor ran out and helped pull me up to the shore.
"Evan, Lance, Trevor!" Luke yelled to the other boys.
"Lillian." Evan's called to his girl friend, "Call 911. We need an ambulance."
"What's wrong?" Lilli asked. She walked over and the stammered "Oh my God, Oh my God, oh my God."
My friend Lizett started to sob and cried "God, God, God. Emma, oh God, Emma."
I groaned and told Lizett, "I wonder what Sarah would do."
She cried and responded, "Faint and cry. Oh, Emma."
The boys set me down on a towel. Luke stripped off his shirt and wrapped it around me. He grabbed another towel and motioned for the guys to pull their shirts off. I looked down and watched Trevor's white shirt changed to red.
"The ambulance should be here in, like, 5 minutes." Lillian said.
"It's all going be alright, Emma. The ambulance is coming, nothing wrong is going happen." Luke said to me.
Five minutes later, we heard the whine of an ambulance. I felt myself being lifted.
"They are going to airlift you to Washington; there's a doctor there that can save you. I will find you again, Emma." Luke told me. I briefly felt his lips touch my cheek.
I heard the helicopter and felt being lifted. I blank out.
Alice's eyes left focus.
"What's wrong" Jasper asked her.
"Shark attack, girl, Carlisle. Newborn" she said in quick succession. Esme breathed in. They fell quiet. Carlisle had left twenty minutes earlier.
"Trouble" was the last thing Alice said.
My conscious came back, when I felt a pair of cold hands prodding my wound. My eyes fluttered open.
"Emma? Can you hear me?" I heard a voice, "My name is Dr. Carlisle Cullen. We are going to make you better."
I saw the doctor. He had curly blond hair and skin so pale it put a snowman to shame. I saw him sigh and look around.
"Lay still, Emma." He said, "This is going to hurt."
He leaned down and bit my neck. I gasped and felt the pain envelop me.
"What are you?" I managed to get out before the pain knocked me out.
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Carlisle
I strapped the girl into the back seat. The thirst for her blood was strong. I coughed. I could not kill her.
The drive home was short. I listened to her gasp for air and move in the backseat, trying to escape the pain. It hurt to listen to her.
I ran into the house. Where was Jacob when I needed him? He was here when I left. There he was.
"Jacob, give me permission to save her life." I cried out. He nodded. I looked at Jasper. He stared at the girl in my arms. I looked at him. He looked hurt. I realized that her wound had opened again and blood dripped on to the floor
Seth was with Jacob. He stared at the girl with a look I had never seen before. The girl let out scream and Seth began to tremble. Jacob quickly nodded his consent.
I ran up the stairs and turned into the study. Esme was there with the bed Bella was on when she turned. She looked as though she would cry.
We bit her wrists and waited. At times, the girl would arch her back, trying to escape the pain. At day 2, she would cry out, Luke, Luke, Luke.
"How old is she?" Esme choked out.
"14. she is a freshman in high school." I told her.
"So young." was her reply.
"One more day" I said, kissing Esme's forehead.