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Despite the depressing weather, Camilla was finding more and more that she really liked Forks. She walked along the branches in the trees, easily hopping from one to the next. None of them have broken on her yet, which was a good sign. But it was a beautiful day, and she let out a happy giggle as she spun herself on the branch, not once loosing her balance. She was free, and her father wasn't around to ruin anything! With a jump she was on the next tree, her foot barely catching it and making her wobble slightly. Okay, so maybe her balancing needed work. She looked down at her bare feet and grimaced at the sight of them. She was used to going barefoot, since almost nothing in the forest could penetrate or cut her skin. But she normally washed them off daily in a river. Not that she found one up here recently. She'd find one eventually, she figured, making her shrug as she kept going. She slowed when a familiar smell came by, her brown eyes watching carefully for anyone around her. It was not her father, no, she knows him too well to be caught of guard by him. But it is vampire. She didn't dare stop her walk across the branches, but she was watching. However, they came from behind. She didn't see them but she could tell they were there right before she was knocked from the tree. She couldn't help her shriek as she fell to the ground, landing with an 'oomph'. It didn't hurt her, but the impact did make her briefly loose her breath.

Moving quickly, she flipped back onto her feet and crouched into defensive position. She didn't know why she was attacked, but she knew this was a fight she couldn't win. Her eyes landed on a buff looking man with short dark hair. Movement behind her alerted her to another behind her. She looked in the corner of her eyes and all she could tell was he had blonde hair. She stayed where she was, not wanting them to take any actions as a threat. This was not how she planned on dying, and would do anything to stop that from happening. "I mean you no harm." She said, showing her hands, lifting them in the air.

"You're outnumbered. Not like it matters what you mean." The dark haired one grinned, but her head turned to see that others were approaching. Just two others, a male and female. But they didn't approach her with the intent to attack, it seemed. She kept as she was, unsure how to handle this situation.

"Please, forgive Emmett." The man who approached smiled, giving her a warm look. "He often acts before he thinks." The handsome man spared a look to the scary looking vampire in front of her.

"And the boy behind me?" Camilla asked, eyeing him from the corner of her eyes.

"That's Jasper. He's just making sure that you weren't about to attack Emmett. These two are my sons. I'm Carlisle, and this is my wife Esme." The man told her, and she could see both boys loosen in their stances, but she wasn't sure she wanted to move. What if this was jsut a ploy to get her to let down her guard? But she stood slowly, turning to face the vampire who was being nice to her. The man and woman shared a look before looking back at her. The blonde vampire whose name was Carlisle approached her slowly, yet said nothing. "You've got a scent unlike any vampire I've come across." He told her as he got closer. His golden eyes watched her carefully. "Amazing." He muttered, examining her further. "Beating heart, blood running through your veins..." He circled her, but made no move to get closer, not wanting to freak her out. "Yet I smell vampire, mixed with human blood." That made her turn to face him, her face worried.

"Please, don't bite me." She mumbled, her brown eyes fixed on his. She thought of her father, the times he used her as his personal feed bag. It hurt, she hated it. She was always worried her father wouldn't stop and just keep going and kill her.

Her comment seemed to take him at a surprise, as he stopped. "Why would I bite you?" He asked her, his face full of concern now. His gaze shifted to Jasper, and the worry and fear that began to bubble up inside of her started to mellow. "How are you a vampire with a beating heart?" He asked, giving her a kind look. "Your ability, perhaps? Look human to better blend in?"

"N-no, I'm half human..." She answered quietly, but her answer threw him off.

"Are you really?" He asked, but she only nodded. He stepped closer, but Camilla drew her hands up and backed up in defense, but again, calming waves washed over her. "I won't hurt you." He assured her, approaching slowly and gently taking her hand. "You've just got to understand, for a vampire to have a child is impossible." He told her, examining her further.

"O-only for females. My father had four other children. Only, our mothers don't survive the process." She explained, letting him look over her, until he raised the arm on her sleeve, revealing one of the couple bite mark scars she has form her father before she yanked her hand from his grip, shoving the ratty sleeve back down to cover her skin. He made no move to grab her again.

"Tell you what. Let's head back to my house, you can clean up and get fresh clothes, and in return you tell me more about yourself?" Carlisle offered, making Camilla thinkg for a moment.

"Do you have any blood bags?" She asked, giving him a shy look and he smiled.

"Yes, I do." He motioned in the direction she assumed their home was in, and began to walk. As she neared the woman, Esme, she was greeted with a warm smile. It reminded her of her oldest sister, who was the one to raise them. She missed her sister, but they were all on the run now, unless her father has killed her siblings. They would probably never be together again. She answered his questions during the walk, even the occasional ones about her family that the woman had. There was one that caught her off guard. "Your father, did he bite you?" Her alarmed expression to Carlisle only made her gently set a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to worry. No one here is going to harm you." His words didn't make her feel any less worried, but calming waves washed over her.

When the home came into sight, Camilla couldn't help her marvel over the look. "Wow..." She breathed out, looking over the house. Since leaving her father, she's seen many human homes. But this house? You could tell that it was beautiful outside as well as in. Esme gently touched her arm, rubbing her hand up and down as they led her right to the front door. But before she took one step inside, she was stopped by Esme, who gave her a sweet smile.

"Those feet are not touching my clean carpet." She told Camilla sweetly before gently picking her up and easily carry her through the house. Camilla felt awkward, being carried like a child. But, she couldn't really argue. It wasn't her home. They were generous enough to bring her here, to offer her a bath and clothes. She was set down in the coolest bathroom she's ever seen. Not that she's seen many... Esme was gone for a second, and when she returned shortly she had with her towels and spare clothes. She set up everything for her to use before turning to look at Camilla. "You jsut turn these to get the temperature you want." She smiled, guessing Camilla didn't know how to use one. Which, to be fair, she was right. Camilla was used to bathing herself in a river, ocean, lake.

"What are all those?" Camilla asked, pointing at the different bottles neatly tucked in the corner of the tub.

Esme's smile softed, and she looked at the bottles. "Would you like help?" Not that Esme minded in the slightest. Camilla looked over everything or a moment before biting at her bottom lip again. She turned her head to the side and peaked at Esme through her matted hair, and the look she gave Esme was all she needed. The next hour, it was strangely... Relaxing, for Camilla. Esme managed to not only help her be cleaner than she's ever been in her life(and boy, did Camilla feel clean), but she also sorted out the mess that is her hair. When everything was said and done, Camilla was left with damp hair in a loose, yet comfortable, long sleep top and what she was told were yoga pants. Not that she had any idea what that meant. She followed Esme downstairs to the kitchen, which also left her admiring it. She's never really been in a human kitchen before, never had any need.

As they walked into the room, Carlisle was pouring the blood in the blood bag into a cup. Not that Camilla needed one. She would have had it straight form the bag. But she was guest in their home, so she would drink it out of the cup. She made a note that the boys were no where to be found after she looked around. Her attention was brought back to the cup as it was offered to her and she took it, almost a little too greedy and was quick to down it. A little of the blood spilled over, running down her chin, but Esme caught it with a napkin before it got on the shirt. With a nervous chuckle, Camilla set the cup down, taking the napkin to wipe her face. "Sorry." She apologized, looking down.

"There's no need to apologize." Carlisle told her with a smile. "We've recently fed, so it bothers us a little less." Not that she didn't know it didn't bother Carlisle at all. "So, why don't we continue where we left off?" He offered, giving her a kind smile.

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! I re-wrote this chapter like five times before I finally settled for this, which I like the outcome of. So please Follow/favorite & review! (I really like reviews #reviewwhore) I decided not to just kill Bella off in some freak accident(although I would really love too) simply because it would destroy Charlie. And I just couldn't do that to him. Even if he's not going to be a major character in this story.