Marilla is in an abusive relationship and after she is thrown from a second story window by her husband, she is taken to the hospital where she meets Dr. Carlisle Cullen. This takes place two years before Bella comes to Forks.

Marilla was nervous the whole ambulance ride. Her husband, Sean, had thrown her from their second story window. To make matters worse, she was eight months pregnant and landed on her stomach. She couldn't wait to get to the hospital to make sure her baby was okay. Even if the bastard she married raped her and that's how she got pregnant, she still wanted her baby. Finally, they arrived at the hospital.

"Page Dr. Cullen, we've got a domestic abuse victim. Thrown from a second story window and landed on her stomach. Eight months pregnant, vitals are good can't tell for the fetus." The paramedic rattled off. Marilla didn't pay attention to him. She had zoned out until she heard a silky-smooth voice softly call her name.

"Marilla, can you hear me?" Marilla reluctantly opened her blood shot and bruised eyes. What she found made her believe she had died. In front of her was an incredibly pale skinned doctor with blonde hair that was so light it was almost white and golden eyes that seemed to stare into her very soul. She shivered under his gaze. "You seemed to have taken quite the spill. Let's make sure the little one is okay." He pressed a stethoscope to her stomach and frowned a little bit. He moved it around and then turned to a nurse. "Prep an OR, we're delivering a baby tonight." He turned to Marilla and gently touched her leg. She was surprised to find his hand was ice cold. "Marilla, we need to operate. The baby is in distress and we need to get him out. You both are going to be fine." He seemed to swear to her. She grabbed his arm as he turned to leave.

"You save my son. If it comes down to it, you save my son. Swear to me."

"I swear." Carlisle uneasily said. Within the hour, Marilla was prepped and wheeled into an operating room. She was numbed from the waist down but still awake as they started to cut into her to get her baby out. She heard her baby cry, and everything seemed okay again. "It's a boy! You have a son." Marilla smiled a few tears escaped her as they put the baby next to her head. She turned to look at her son and he put his hand over her cheek. "Tyler." Suddenly, the monitors started beeping like crazy and blood began to pool where her baby just was. "She's hemorrhaging." The baby was taken out of the room and to the nursery while Carlisle tried to stop the bleeding. As he worked, he knew that Marilla wasn't going to survive. He had to act fast. He only had one nurse left in the operating room with him. "Sarah, go make sure the baby is okay."

"Dr. Cullen…"

"She's not going to survive, Sarah. The least we can do it make sure her child does." Sarah nodded and left the room. Carlisle quickly stitched her up and looked at her. "I'm sorry for the pain you're about to go through." He leaned his head down and sunk his teeth into Marilla's neck and quickly pulled away. He always felt bad for the pain the soon-to-be newborn will go through as the venom spread through their body. Soon, Marilla began to thrash around as she was burned from the inside out. Carlisle always hated this part. It took only a moment until it had subsided. Carlisle used his gift that he rarely used and sometimes was unaware he even had it. He could erase memories. This night, he took the memory of everyone at the hospital as well as the paramedics. Afterwards, no one remembered Marilla or her child. He took both back to his house.

"Carlisle, what happened? Who is this?" Esme asked. When she saw the woman and baby. Carlisle handed the baby to Esme before answering her question.

"This is Marilla, she came in after her husband threw her from a second story window and she landed on her stomach. We had to deliver her baby and she started to hemorrhage. She wasn't going to survive, so I changed her, erased everyone's memory of her and her child, and brought her here." Carlisle said out of breath. Esme looked at him stunned. "I'll bring her to the office, bring the baby please." Esme followed without question.

"Carlisle, why did you change her? You never change anyone just because." Carlisle deposited Marilla onto the bed and gripped the edge. Esme's question bringing up a hard topic. "Carlisle?"

"I feel a pull to her…"

"She's your mate." Esme interrupted with a smile. Carlisle looked at her. Esme just continued to smile. "She is."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Esme gave him a pointed look. "Okay fine! Yes, she's my mate. Happy now?"

"That you finally admitted it, yes I am happy. What would you like me to do with the baby?" Carlisle didn't look up and he answered.

"Send Rosalie and Alice to get some clothes, diapers, and milk with some bottles for him. Until then, keep him warm. Wrap blankets around him." Esme flew from the room to do as Carlisle instructed. Carlisle looked over Marilla. He could tell that the venom was almost finished spreading through her body. Carlisle pulled up a chair and sat watching her. A few hours later, Esme returned with some clothes to change Marilla out of the hospital gown she was currently in. Carlisle allowed Esme to dress her in privacy. He took the time to check on the baby. He found Tyler in Rosalie's arms and the blonde vampire humming softly. He stood back and just looked at the baby.

"Would you like to hold him Carlisle? He's such a sweet baby." Carlisle hesitated but nodded a minute later. He couldn't remember the last time he held a baby; he doesn't think he ever has. Rosalie transferred the baby into Carlisle's arms and helped him adjust so he wouldn't harm Tyler. "Don't hold him too tight, but secure enough that you don't drop him." Carlisle just nodded looking down at the baby he had helped deliver and whose mother was upstairs finishing her transformation into a vampire. "Tyler, it's nice to meet you. I promised your mother that it came down to it I would save you. Well, you were already safe, so I had to save your mother. I had to change her to save her though. Don't worry, she's still your mommy, just a little colder to touch."

"Carlisle! She's waking up." Carlisle sped up the stairs completely forgetting about Tyler still in his arms. "Carlisle give him to me. She'll pounce when she wakes up." Esme took Tyler and left the room. Carlisle looked at Marilla and waited for her to open her eyes. He felt her shift and suddenly her eyes sprang open and staring back him at blood red eyes, he's so familiar with. Marilla's eyes flitted around the room before settling on Carlisle.

"Dr. Cullen? Where am I?"

"You're in my home. We couldn't stay at the hospital. I need you to listen to me. Your son is safe. He's here too. You started to hemorrhage, and it wouldn't stop. I'm not the doctor everyone thinks I am. I am a doctor but I'm also something else. Keep an open mind, I'm a vampire and to save you I had to change you. You're a vampire now as well." Carlisle gave her a minute to process what she had just been told. Marilla seemed to process what was happening. She sat up and looked at Carlisle.

"So, what you're telling me is that because of you I'm still here to raise my son. I'm different but I can raise my son? I can raise Tyler?" Carlisle gently took her arms and smiled at her.

"Yes, you can raise Tyler." Carlisle had barely stopped talking before Marilla launched herself into Carlisle's arms hugging him tight, unaware of her new strength. Carlisle tried to not act effected. Marilla realized what she was doing and immediately pulled back.

"I'm sorry." Carlisle just shrugged her off. "Can I see Tyler now?"

"First, we need to keep your thirst under control. I know that may seem strange, but vampire's drink blood. We, everyone here, drinks animal blood."

"What I need to do is see my son?" Marilla said getting angry. Carlisle gripped her arms.

"You will, after you hunt." Suddenly, Marilla picked up a scent. Carlisle noticed. "Marilla, don't." Marilla ripped away from Carlisle and bolted down the stairs. Carlisle followed her knowing where she was going. He found her about to pounce at Tyler and Esme, who was holding him. "Marilla, no!" He tackled her to the ground, straddling her waist and holding her down by her arms. "Esme get the baby out of here!" Esme quickly left the room with Rosalie and Alice following. Jasper and Emmett helped hold Marilla down having been filled in by Esme about the newcomers in the house; all the while Marilla was hissing and growling. After being sure that Jasper and Emmett had Marilla, Carlisle took her head in his hands and staring to her eyes. Marilla stopped immediately. "You'll be drawn to the first human source of blood you smell. That's why you need to hunt before you see Tyler." Marilla nodded and Carlisle instructed Jasper and Emmett to slowly let her go. Carlisle helped her up and brought her outside. "Run." Marilla took off.

"This is so much fun!" Carlisle smiled running next to her. Suddenly, the smell of an elk came through the air. "Do you smell that?" Carlisle nodded. Marilla took off and Carlisle caught up to her to see her enjoying the elk. Marilla looked up once she drank the elk dry. "That shouldn't have tasted so good." Carlisle smiled and laughed a bit. "Can I see Tyler now?" Carlisle smiled and held out his hand. Marilla quickly took it before she could realize what she was doing. They made it back to the house in record time. Marilla went right over to Esme. "Can I hold him?" Esme smiled and passed Marilla her son. Marilla gazed down at her son. She felt pride fill her at realized she had escaped her abusive husband and saved her son. "Tyler, I'm your mommy. It's so nice to meet you." Marilla held her son seeming to oblivious to everyone else that was around. To her, only her son mattered. Suddenly, her head came up and she stared into space. Carlisle watched her carefully. He watched as her arms got tighter around Tyler. He started to go over to her when Tyler started to squirm and cry at being squished.

"Marilla, let go. Marilla, you're hurting him." Carlisle tried to speak to her and take Tyler from her. Big mistake. The second his hands touched Tyler; Marilla acted out. She threw him across to the room with her new strength.

"Don't you touch my son you sick bastard." Esme ran over and helped Carlisle up. "Don't you touch him, he's not yours Sean. He's mine!" Carlisle was able to see what happened. She was back to when she was with her abusive husband. Jasper sent calming waves to Marilla who seemed to calm immensely even Jasper did barely anything. She seemed to snap out of whatever trance she was in and instantly loosened her arms around Tyler. Rosalie went over to her.

"Can I take him? Until you calm down a little bit?" Marilla looked towards her than back to where Carlisle was with Esme. She nodded and handed her son over to Rosalie.

"Carlisle, I, I'm, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened." Marilla rambled and she seemed to go back into a trance. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again. Please, don't hurt me. I'm sorry." Even Jasper couldn't calm down from this. This wasn't a trance; this was a flashback. She believed Carlisle was going to punish her for protecting Tyler from who she thought was going to hurt him. Carlisle went over and gently touched her arms, not missing how she flinched.

"Marilla, it's okay. I'm not mad. I shouldn't have tried to take Tyler when you were like that. I only wanted to keep him save from being squished. You're not used to your new strength yet and that's okay. I'm sure Tyler's fine now. I'm fine too, see nothing broken." Marilla looked at him and her eyes roamed over him checked for any and all injuries. "Marilla, we can't get hurt." Marilla's eyes found his and instantly, her resolve crumpled and she fell into a tearless sobbing lump. Carlisle held her upright against his chest. His cold body was comforting to Marilla who didn't even notice what was happening until her sobs subsided. She lifted her head and noticed that Carlisle was still holding her and not only that. That his eyes were almost black. That should've scared her, but she found comfort in it. Everyone decided to give them alone time and space but even though they could both hear everyone leave, their eyes never left each other. "Marilla…"

"Don't talk. Why do I feel so comfortable with you? I should be scared that your eyes are black. I should have pushed myself from your arms a long time ago and yet I'm still here. I don't feel anything that I should be. Instead I'm feeling things that I didn't know where possible. I don't know how to be a vampire; I don't know anything about it. Yet, there's one thing and I don't know if it's because you bite me or what, but I do know that I have this overwhelming urge and want to kiss you. Another thing that doesn't make sense, why did I tell you that, I should be ashamed that I just said that…" Her ramblings were cut off by Carlisle's cold lips on hers. Her body worked on autopilot and her fingers threaded themselves in his hair and held him to her and she kissed him back. Suddenly, her back was against the wall faster than she wrap her head around it and she felt the gash in the wall but couldn't care less. His hand was on her thigh and her leg wrapped itself around his waist almost with a mind of its own. Finally, Carlisle pulled away and if they needed to breath, they'd both be panting.

"It's called mates. It's when you find the being that you want to spend your existence with. I felt it for you the minute I laid my eyes on you. I know that you just got out of an abusive relationship and the last thing I want is to pressure you into something that you're not ready for." Marilla smiled and kissed him quickly.

"You don't need to worry about pressuring me. I've been ready for a different relationship for years now. No, you're not rebound. A rebound would mean I cared about Sean. He didn't care about me so why should I care about him?" Carlisle rubbed his thumb over her cheek. Marilla smiled. "So I guess that means I'm not your mate, and you're mine?"

"I'm yours for as long as you'll have me."

"Would the rest of our days be too much to ask?" She replied with a smirk. Carlisle smiled and leaned in.

"Not nearly long enough." He whispered before kissing her again.