Author's Note: Okay, this is my first twilight fic, and it contains minor spoiler's for Eclipse, except it kinda doesn't because I changed peices. Anyway, character pairings: Bella/Edward Alice/Jasper Rosalie/Emmett Carlisle/Esme Carlisle/Orginal Character. Basically, that's it, please review, let me know if I should keep going.


The sun burned brightly in the sky. It was a rare occasion that happened in London. I stuck to the shadows, avoiding the rays and the potentially disastrous consequences that would result should I step into them. The turn I made was sharp, and the alley I found myself down was tiny. The buildings shadowed it, giving me the dark cover I so desperately needed. The street was made of cobblestones, and I saw the red splash on the rocks before I could smell it. It ran like a river to the spot where I stood, tempting me sorely. Sure, I was all but immune to the taste of it, but caught off guard, as I was now, occasionally the smell still struck me.

I saw her body move, followed by a gasp of pain. Without thinking, my legs picked up speed, and I was at her side.

"There's nothing to be done" she whispered through closed eyes and gritted teeth, she clasped her hand over the gaping wound in her stomach. From which a knife still jutted. "Even if by some miracle you could save my life now…it wouldn't matter. He'd just kill me later…please…just go"

Bewildered, I stared at her for a moment. I felt a surge of pity from the depths of my cold soul. It was stronger than any emotion I had felt for along time. I looked closer. Her face was broad yet also angular and although she wasn't beautiful in the sense that Rosalie or Alice was, one might say she was beautiful, in an exotic way, with fiery red hair, tanned skin and piercing green eyes. Yeah, she was a looker. Even through the bruises and abrasions marring her face. I could tell.

Her clothes were ripped and torn and she did not appear to have any shoes whatsoever. "Did you wish to die?" I found myself muttering

"Are you bloody stupid?" she gasped, forcing her eyes open "does anyone wish to die? I said it didn't matter if you saved me…it's only a temporary fix."

It was then I saw something rather unsettling: A long, white scar that tore down the side of face. It ran from the side of the right eye, down her cheeks and to her collarbone. The sight of the scar made me rather uneasy. "What if it wasn't? What if he…whoever he is…couldn't hurt you anymore."

"How…could that be possible?" she winced again, her lids flickering closed

"Do you trust me?"

She hesitated, contemplating "I…yes. God knows why."

I lifted her frail broken body into my arms. My flat would be the safest place to change her…to save her. She needed to survive that long, I needed to keep her talking.

"What's your name?" I said softly. She was light, but I was thankful the flat was close. I needed to get her inside, alive, without letting the sunlight touch me. It was nice out for about a total of thirty days in London. Why, of all days, did today have to be nice?

"Arielle." She whispered "And who are you? Unless you want me to call you knight in shining armor that is…"

A sense of humor. I mused. That'd be useful. "Carlisle" I found myself telling her

"Cullen" she responded ruefully "Should have known."

"Ah, I see my reputation precedes me"

She forced a smile, her body shuddering, and I knew the temperature of my own cold body held so close to hers was not helping. "Stay with me Arielle…how old are you?" I asked in a pathetic attempt to keep her talking.



"twenty –one. And you?"

"Three hundred and nineteen."

"He cracks jokes. I'm dying, and my savior jokes with me"

"Nobody's joking." I admitted solemnly. She may as well know what she's committing herself to before she does it. I decided. "I truly am. And someday you'll be that old too…if you still trust me."

With a great strained effort, she swallowed. "How is that possible?...What the hell are you?"

I unlocked my flat, exhaling finally as I did so. Gingerly I placed her body on the couch and knelt beside her. "I'm a vampire."