Welcome back. It's nice to see you again! One of my lovely readers reminded me last chapter that Edward went to medical school twice, but I'm ignoring that little fact. Like I said, it's not 100% canon, but as good as I can get LOL. Things will be different, obviously.

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I hope you all continue to enjoy!

I don't own Twilight. This little baby is all mine though.

Chapter 4

"Edward," Carlisle shouts, fury rolling off of him. Carlisle slams his hands down on the nearby table covered in medical tools and it cracks under the pressure of his immense strength. "What have you done? Do you realize the implications of changing this young woman?"

"I just… I can't let the child live without its mother," Edward states, as he wipes her tempting blood from his lips, removing all traces of it. He didn't drink from her, though the thought crossed his mind briefly after he bit her initially, he believes he has infected her with enough of his venom to make the change begin immediately.

"So instead you choose to have this woman become immortal and deal with the hunger, the need to feed, the constant burning in her throat that she will have every time she looks at her daughter?" Carlisle counters as Edward lowers his head remorsefully. To be honest, he hadn't considered all of the repercussions; he had just followed his gut.

"I didn't think-"

"You're right, you didn't think," Carlisle interrupts as Edward turns and looks at his 'father'. Edward hasn't heard Carlisle this angry in all the years he's known him, which has been since 1918 when Carlisle changed him in Chicago. "How could you be this impulsive?"

"How is this any different from you changing me?" Edward snaps back as he stands, staring down the man who has been his rock for so long. "My parents died and you changed me because my mother begged you to save me. She knew you were special. I think if this woman knew that I could keep her together with her daughter, she would have asked the same of me."

"Well, we don't know that, do we?" Carlisle's voice is quieter, and not nearly as frantic as it had been moments earlier, because he knows Edward may be right. Had this woman asked to be changed, he would have done the same as he had done for Elizabeth, Edward's mother.

"We will… when she finishes changing." Edward glances down at the lifeless body splayed out on his now tattered and bloodied bed, before striding out of the room, his body conveying confidence and his mind full of remorse.

In the living room, he finds Rosalie gently bouncing the tiny baby who is draped in a fluffy white bath towel from Edward's bathroom, and a newly returned Alice. "Esme just sent me a text. They bought the essentials and will be back soon. She said everything else that is needed will be bought online."

"Yeah, cause that's not suspicious… having dozens of boxes delivered to our house." Carlisle sighs as he follows Edward into the kitchen, which basically holds no purpose for their family. Of course, now that there is a human baby in the house for the foreseeable future, the kitchen will most definitely see some use.

"Do you ever think maybe this is all a blessing," Rosalie asks, as she strokes the rosy cheek of the newborn. "Perhaps everything happened as it should? Like this precious little girl was brought into our life for a reason?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Rosalie," Edward responds harshly. "This was all one huge mistake on my part. I was doing my usual superhero antics, as Jasper likes to call them, and I fucked up. I don't think this baby or this woman was meant to come into our lives at all. However, I won't set them out in the cold alone. I am her sire after all."

Edward paces anxiously around the room, awaiting the return of the rest of his family, while Rosalie assists Carlisle in checking out the overall health of the baby girl. She's clearly hungry, because she keeps making small sucking noises, but Carlisle is relived to find that she appears very healthy. Rosalie beams at this news and Edward rolls his eyes at his sisters' excitement. After all, it's no surprise to anyone that the one thing Rosalie wants most in the world is a child, and this one has basically been dropped in her lap for the time being.

The entire cottage is tense and Edward and Carlisle take turns going into the bedroom to check on the silent girl. They both know full well how painful the process of transformation can be, but neither of them has heard a peep or seen a shake, from this unknown girl.

"What do you know about this girl?" Carlisle asks, breaking the silence. Edward shakes his head solemnly because he knows nothing. She worked at the bar, but he hadn't seen her there previously, so he figures she must have been a new employee. "She had no purse or bag with her?"

Edward thinks back in his memory and recalls her having a small brown handbag with her when she walked out of London's. "There was something-" Edward begins, but Carlisle is quick to silence him.

"Go back there and find what you can. We need to know everything we can. Who she is, where she came from and what she was doing there." Edward nods and doesn't hesitate to rush to the door, sprinting out into the cold night air as he runs back to Port Angeles at break-neck speed.

Edward slows as he approaches the bar and when he glances down at his watch, he sees it's only just past four in the morning. There are no cops, no people and no signs of life whatsoever, as he approaches the alleyway where he left the body of the vile excuse for a human being. Marcus is still lying there, with his eyes wide open and his neck turned awkwardly. Edward fights the urge to smile at his victim as he sees the small handbag out of the corner of his eye. He grasps it quickly and races back through the wilderness completely undetected.

Two miles from his small cottage, Edward slows down and reaches into the bag to see if he has found anything useful. There are some dollar bills shoved in haphazardly, no doubt her tips for the evening, along with a few random business cards, a prepaid cell phone and a small wallet.

Edward fingers move very slowly, especially for him, as he opens the wallet and sees a driver's license perched within it.

Isabella Marie Swan.

Date of Birth, September 13, 1987.

That makes her 25, Edward muses as he envisions the girl on his bed and figures she doesn't look a day over 19. Edward stops and leans against a tree, as he examines the license again, the dark of the night no issue for his exacting eyes.

The address listed is one in Seattle, somewhere near the campus of the University of Washington, if Edward's assumption is correct. As he puts her license back, Edward notices a small newspaper clipping, in the fold where her bills should be located. He pulls it out and shakes his head gently as he reads the small obituary that states Charles Swan was killed by a drunk driver in the early hours of January 1, 2010 when he was returning home from visiting friends in Clallam Bay. Edward doesn't finish the article, instead choosing to run back home as quickly as he can.

Charles Swan.

Edward knows the name sounds familiar, but he just can't place it. As he dashes into the cottage mere seconds later, the entire family is standing around watching Edward with rapt attention.

"Her name is Isabella Marie Swan. Daughter of Charles and Renee Swan, He died in 2010 and his ex-wife passed in 2004," Edward announces as he steps through the threshold. Esme and Carlisle both look at each other, their faces mirroring their shock.

"How did you not recognize her, Carlisle?" asks Esme quietly as Carlisle looks shattered.

"Do you know her?" Emmett asks Carlisle as he nods his head.

"Not her… her father. He was Police Chief Swan."

Yep, I killed off Renee and Bella is 25. See... it's not completely canon :)