Rosalie's POV

Alice and I had just finished hunting and are walking around the park, making plans for upcoming events. The scent of human blood catches my attention, it's strong and fresh, I look around before I finally spot the source - a small child standing close to a post light, the child seems lost, tears pouring down her heart shaped face, she's holding her arm to her small frail looking body. She has a small backpack on her, she is wearing a pair of jeans and a light blue shirt that has blood stains on it. She has short dull brown hair, her cheeks are hollow, her skin seems unhealthily pale, everything about her looks as if it would break if you touched her too harshly.

Her lips are slightly blue and her bottom lip has a cut, a bruise is forming on her left cheekbone, her arms are covered in bruises and cuts, some bruises are old, others recent, her left eye sclera is filled with blood.

"Oh my god! Alice!" I shriek as I rush towards the little girl, I hear Alice gasp, when I'm closer to the girl, her scent almost knocks me off balance. It's so sweet, so mouthwatering, but my thirsty quickly fades as the feeble child whimpers.

"Please don't hurt me," she whispers, she's trembling with the cold night air.

"We're not honey, we promise," Alice murmurs, we crouch down and I lightly touch her cheek and to see the bruise forming, she feels extremely warm, she cringes away from my touch.

"Who did this to you?" I ask, the little girl continues to sob, who could do this to a child!?

"M-my-my mo-mmy," she stutterers. Her own mother did this!? I'm about to ask her for her name when I notice her brown eyes begin to roll to the back of her head, she begins to sway before she goes limp. I catch her before she could hit the ground, I look over at Alice.

"We need to help her," I state cradling the girl to me, she nods and pulls out her phone, as we start running home.

"Carlisle, we found a little girl and she's not well," she murmurs into the phone.

"Please explain."

"She's frail, she appears to be in profound pain - it's almost like someone battered her," Alice frowns at having to describe this over the phone.

"Is she awake right now? How's her heartbeat? Any open wounds?"

"She fainted, as for her heartbeat it's spasmodic. Only a cut on her lip, but Carlisle warn the others her scent is... tantalizing, I do not see any incidents happening but I would rather help this girl than hurt her."

"I will, hurry home," he orders before hanging up.

We run at full speed, once in a while the little girl whimpers in pain. After a few miles we finally reach the house, Alice goes in first calling out to Carlisle, when I enter the house Carlisle is waiting for me. He briefly checks her, "Lets take her upstairs," he commands before taking us to his office-emergency room. He removes the backpack and she whimpers when he moves her left arm.

"Her arm is broken," he states once I lay her in the bed. Carlisle checks her vitals whilst I connect her to the heart monitor, her breathing is shallow at best and her heartbeat has began to slow down further.

"Carlisle?"

I'm starting to worry for this little girl I don't know, but I want her safe. I want her to be healthy. Carlisle touches her ribs lightly, he must've felt something he didn't like because he frowns.

"We need to get her some X-ray's."

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After many tests, Carlisle has a list of what's wrong with the little girl. She's anemic and severely underweight, she has so many cuts and scars on her body, some cigarette burns on her shoulders and back. She has five cracked ribs, thankfully none were broken, a severe head wound on the right side of her head, and a broken arm.

Carlisle had gently pulled her bone into place and put it in a cast.

"Rosalie what happened to this little girl? How did you find her?" Carlisle asks gently touching the little girls head.

"We were walking in the park and there she was, crying and shaking," I pause, swallowing the lump in my throat, "when I asked her who had hurt her she said her mother did. Who could do this to their own child?"

"I wouldn't know how to answer that," he frowns, checking all the tubes connected to the sleeping girl.

She was being changed into pajamas Alice had quickly gone out to buy - we'd cleaned her from head to toe, cleaning any open wounds. That's when she startled awake, coughing and throwing up a sticky, yellow liquid, she wasn't awake long enough to ask her any questions.

The sight of her backpack catches my attention so I retrieve it, when I open it there is a teddy bear. I pull it out and under it there's a small lavender blanket when I pull it out a piece of paper falls out, it's her birth certificate.

STATE OF WASHINGTON

CERTIFICATE OF LIVE BIRTH

CHILD'S NAME: ISABELLA MARIE SWAN

SEX: FEMALE

DATE OF BIRTH: SEPTEMBER 15, 1998

HOUR OF BIRTH: 5:36 AM

PLACE OF BIRTH A COUNTY: CLALLAM

TOWN OR CITY: FORKS

PLACE OF BIRTH: HOSPITAL

FACULTY NAME: FORKS MEDICAL CENTER

FATHER'S NAME: CHARLIE SWAN

DATE OF BIRTH: JANUARY 23, 1970

PLACE OF BIRTH: WASHINGTON

ADDRESS: 775 K ST.

MOTHER'S NAME: RENĂˆE SWAN

DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 9, 1981

PLACE OF BIRTH: CALIFORNIA

"She's from Forks," I murmur, as I continue scanning the birth certificate, I search for more items in the backpack but that was the last thing in there.

What is she doing in Arizona?

There's no phone number or address, I hand Carlisle the certificate. "She doesn't look four," I whisper looking over at the little girl, Isabella. She is too thin, too small.

"What do we do Carlisle?" I ask.

"We wait until she wakes up and we help her heal," he answer, "if her mother is causing her harm we can't give her back, we will have to ask her when she wakes."

Just then there is a soft knock on the door, Alice's head pokes through. "They want to know what's going on."

We know we can't get away without explaining why we have a harmed human child in a house full of vampires.

"Do you want to stay?" Carlisle asks, I quickly agree and take a seat next to the small girl, Carlisle smiles sadly as he follows Alice of the room.

I watch her sleep, she looks so peaceful, her chest rose and fell in time with the morphine drip. No doubt the thing keeping her so still.

Isabella stirs in her sleep but becomes still seconds later, her eyes flutter open and close.

"Shh it's ok," I whisper as I smooth her hair down, she whimpers and slowly opens her eyes fully, "you're safe now."

"Who are you?," she whispers in a soft babyish voice, she looks at me with her beautiful brown eyes, I hadn't noticed how big and unusually deep they were.

"I'm Rosalie," I smile, happy that she is awake and responding, but it quickly fades when she starts crying.

"What's wrong? Does something hurt?"

"I'm scared," she whimpers, her voice a little hoarse, I get up and quickly fill a glass with water, I go back to her side and gently lift her head.

"Small sips," I instruct, she drinks for a long time, my eyes sting with tears that couldn't be shed, my dead heart squeezes painfully as sadness for this girl grips it, "you're safe, there's nothing to be scared of."

Her wide eyes continue to watch my every move, "Thank you."

I smile at her and a dry sob escapes me, I could practically feel her emotions rolling of her, she smiles at me through the pain I'm sure she is in.

"I'm Rosalie," I introduce myself once again, she raises her tiny hand and touches my cheek, I couldn't help but smile at how my coldness didn't seem to bother her, in fact I think she liked it as she presses her hand closer.

"I'm Isabella," she says, her voice so soft and bell like, "but I like to be called Bella," she yawns, her little mouth forms a perfect 'O' and she squeezes her eyes tightly, she tries to stretch, but pain crosses her face and she quickly stops.

"It's ok, you can sleep," I whispers and press the morphine drip, then gently kiss her head, "you're safe, I promise."

Bella nods and closes her eyes, a cute dimpled smile appears on her face as she drifts to unconsciousness.

I look at her peaceful face again, other than the horrible looking bruises, cuts, and obvious malnutrition she's quite beautiful. Her dull dark brown hair is a contrast to her pale skin, her long dark lashes lay on the apples of her high cheekbones, a few freckles scattered over the bridge of her small button nose, her bottom lip is fuller than the top, making it look as if she's pouting.

My hand ghosts over her hair as she slept, her lips twitch and a small smile appears.

"Daddy," she mumbles quietly,"don't leave."

The smile is replaced by a frown, I grab her hand and trace small patterns on her palm, she quickly loses the frown and is back to her peaceful sleep.

Alright so that's the end of this chapter. Please let me know what you think!