2000s
"Fuck." Edward whispered as he leaned back in his seat, making it the twelfth time he'd cursed in his immortal existence. He glanced back out the windshield, unsure of whether this woman had really just jumped on his car.
'Strange-fast trinket, humans-pah! … faint scent.' The woman thought and an image of Carlisle smiling flashed through her mind. Most of her thoughts were in foreign languages Edward didn't recognize, making it hard for him to read her. Her thoughts seemed to slur the different languages together.
She was just staring at the two of them, one eyebrow raised in question.
"Uhh, yeah, Carlisle is at work right now-" Edward stuttered out, looking at the disheveled female as she crouched on the hood of the now dented car. An image of Carlisle leaning over a corpse with a knife came into her mind and immediately into Edward's, making him freeze. "I don't think it would be a good idea for us to take you to a hospital. There is a lot of blood there." The female scoffed.
'Doctor? I should have known.' She laughed in her mind while grinning silently.
"That matters not, take me to him." She said while waving a dismissive hand. Edward and Emmett looked at each other.
'Is this chick for real?' Emmett asked silently.
"His shift should be ending soon. Then he'll go to our house. We can drive you there, if you like?"
'Drive, dreiban, push from behind? He shall not push me if that's what he's suggesting.' Her thoughts were starting to consist more of English the longer they spoke.
"If you get into the back of the car- umm, chariot then it will take us to the house." Edward explained. Emmett got out of the car and opened the door for her. She jumped off the car, causing the metal to groan in protest, then landed right in front of the door. She was looking at the interior with suspicion before an image of a family riding in a Model-T came to mind, easing her mistrust.
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