Second chapter, I know its been a while, sorry about that. Anyways, hope you like.

Chapter 2
Isabella

"What's your name, sweetheart?" I breathed, letting go of my shock and focusing on her. I needed to calm her down.
But she became increasingly more anxious and tears streamed from her eyes faster than ever before as she answered with a soft cry.
"I don't remember. I don't remember my name. I don't remember anything."

"I don't know who I am, I don't know how I got here." Her hand covered her mouth as I saw a hint of an unwanted revelation appear in her pained eyes, "I don't even know where I am."

She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging her body protectively and my deadened heart clenched at her despair, I felt her pain as my own and I knew there was only one thing for me to do, I had no other choice nor did I want one.

"Shhh," I soothed taking her face gently in both of my hands, brushing the tears away with my thumbs as they fell, warm and wet against my cold, hard skin. "I'm going to help you, don't cry, please don't cry. I'm going to sort this all out, I promise."

"R-really?" She sniffled and I couldn't help the small smile that graced my lips at her wide, hopeful eyes.

"Really." It disappeared quickly when she rubbed at her throat again with a whimper and a grimace. "Damn." I muttered.

Here she was, thirsty and in pain having no idea who or what she was and I was distracted by her tears. Now wasn't the time, she needed my help not only in finding out who she was but guiding her through this terrifying time.

"Do…do you know what you are?" I asked tentatively.

The beauty shook her head and I pursed my lips pondering before coming to the conclusion to let her find out herself. This was what Carlisle had done with me rather than telling me – something I would have found ludicrous. I knew for a fact that I would have outright laughed at him if Carlisle told me I was a vampire.

I slowly held my hand out to her and she eyed it warily, glancing all around her for something, as though looking for some sort of sign that would enlighten her to my ulterior motive.

"You're thirsty," I murmured in explanation, "I'm going to find you something to drink."

The crimson-eyed angel bit her lip nervously before ever so hesitantly placing her hand in my own.

I smiled softly and repeated, "I won't hurt you, I swear."

She gave a jerky nod before I moved to a gentle jog, keeping her close to me as her eyes darted anywhere and everywhere looking for any sort of threat.

"I won't let anyone else hurt you either, sweetheart." I soothed her fears and she nodded jerkily again but didn't cease in her searching. But that was to be expected.

I raised my head a little as we ran detecting a hint of some deer by the trickling stream in the North and I headed in that direction, marvelling in how much the newborn trusted me and was forever grateful it was my family and I who found her first.

Some vampires weren't as friendly when it came to newborns that had been abandoned without a clue as to what that "burning fire" had done to them. The thought of anyone hurting her gave me a rumbling feeling at the pit of my stomach that made me want to lash out in fury. What was this creature doing to me?

I came to a stop a few yards away from where I knew the deer were, drinking from the stream.

The girl looked up at me, confusion appearing in her expressive and still slightly wet eyes when I dropped her hand and watched her expectantly.

"Take a deep breath." I told her as she pressed her back against a nearby tree, not yet feeling at all secure enough to toy with any threat that may be lurking. It was a natural instinct and I knew not to take it personally.

"Trust me." I said as she gazed at me with a hint of fear in her eyes, not understanding why I had brought her here.

Timidly she lifted her head a little as I had done and inhaled. I knew the second she smelled them because her eyes widened and hardened, her muscles tensed and I saw her swallow. She was in hunting mode.

I watched as she crouched low and stalked towards her prey, following their scent with her nose.

I cautiously followed knowing never to get too close lest she turned on me.

She licked her full lips as her eyes zeroed on the biggest buck then she charged, way too thirsty to think of anything other than pouncing on her prey as quickly as possible.

I sucked in a breath as she sunk her teeth into its neck and sucked, her eyes closed and she moaned in heavenly pleasure as the warm blood soothed her burning throat.

She was beautiful.

She needed a beautiful name – a name that meant beauty.

My eyes roved over her as she ran, as elegantly as a gazelle and as fast as a cheetah, in the direction the rest of the deer had scattered. I followed, though cautiously, wary of making her feel threatened – torn between her hunt and the knowledge of being chased.

It was as I was admiring her grace and beauty while frowning at the state of her clothes and wrestling down my anger at the thought of the being responsible for her neglected appearance when something on her wrist caught my eye.

My brow furrowed further and I moved swiftly closer as she drank from another deer.

Being so distracted I didn't think and her crimson eyes suddenly met mine and were wild and wary, she sprung backwards snarling at me, the deer carcass hanging from her hand as she snapped and hissed, backing away defensively.

I quickly held my hands up and halted abruptly, watching her carefully as her chest heaved and – invisible to the naked human eye – her body trembled.

I waited until the fierce defensiveness and fear in her eyes abated before I slowly lowered my hands and spoke in a smooth, soothingly soft voice.

"I'm sorry, that was my fault. I shouldn't have approached you so quickly; I never should have come so close while you were feeding."

She stood, seemingly frozen to the spot her eyes locked on mine when the smallest quiver of her bottom lip broke through the ice. Her hands shook and her eyes dropped down to the carcass in her hand. With a pitiful whimper she threw it away from herself, backing away, hands wiping at her mouth in horror.

"I…I'm a…" She swallowed thickly.

"A vampire." I said softly.

A tear fell.

"It's okay." I breathed. "I promise, everything is going to be okay."

"H-how?" She was shaking her head. "How? Why? How?!"

"You were bitten by another." I explained tentatively.

A sobbed gasp escaped her lips and her head was still shaking. "This isn't possible, this isn't real, I…I'm dreaming. I'm going to wake up in my unit any minute and this will all just have been a bad dream."

Unit? She remembered something? I stored that information away for later. Now wasn't the time.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, you're not dreaming." I didn't have the heart to tell her she would never dream again.

The tears leaked faster and silently down her cheeks and she looked at me in horror. "I'm a monster."

"No." The force behind my voice shocked me. Out of everyone in my family, including the bitter Rosalie and the scarred Jasper I would have been the first to admit that we were monsters, that we were creatures made from evil to carry out acts of evil because I knew the truth of the matter – bottom line – we were monsters. Yet here I was trying to convince this beautiful, broken creature that she wasn't the devil in disguise.

Was I just trying to do the decent thing, help her get through this by convincing her she wasn't a monster just to be nice? To do the right thing?

I doubted it.

If the longing ache in my chest and my gut feelings were anything to go by I'd say that the real reason I was adamant that she wasn't a monster was because I truly believed that she wasn't. And how could I? How could I believe such a truly beautiful, innocent creature could be made for evil? That she had no soul?

If those tears indicated anything at all it was that she had the most pure soul and she was as beautiful inside as she was outside. I mean, what sort of person could be transformed into a vampire and still have the innocent ability to cry? If there was nothing I would ever be certain of again, whether it be the last plain and simple fact I ever knew, it was that this girl was good. She was just simply good.

Considering her to be a monster was impossible. So what did that say about me? I wasn't sure.

"You are not a monster." I said firmly. "And I never want to hear those words come from your mouth again, do you understand me?"

The girl nodded slowly, warily as she wiped her eyes dry.

"Listen to me, there are some of us who are everything you'd believe a vampire to be. Vile, vicious and cruel. But its like that in all species isn't it? Even humans. But there are some of us who live amongst humans – who would harm a human no more than you would harm a puppy. What you just did," I inclined my head to the lifeless deer on the forest floor, "drinking from animals, its no more horrid than humans eating chicken. My family and I, we call ourselves vegetarians because we live off the blood of animals rather than humans. You don't have to be a monster, you can have a practically normal life, and…I can help you."

The definition of pure beauty observed me for a while, not moving an inch, for a long while, I could see her mind whirring behind her expressive eyes and I watched as she seemed to come to some thought that she was able to express with words.

"How…" she took a deep breath. "How am I to begin a new life if…" she frowned. "If I don't know anything about my life before?"

I gave a small smile and slowly and cautiously made my way over to her. "I can help you with that, too."

I lifted her hand in my own and we both looked down to see the written words on a bit of plastic wrapped around her wrist – the only piece of evidence we had that proved her existence before she awoke in the woods.

Isabella Marie Swan
Patient 63892
Sector 6

And there you have chapter two.

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