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.

I was nervous the whole ambulance ride. My husband, Sean, had thrown me from our second story window. To make matters worse, I was eight months pregnant and landed on my stomach. I couldn't wait to get to the hospital to make sure my baby was okay. Even if the bastard I married raped me and that's how I got pregnant, I still wanted my baby. Finally, we 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. I didn't pay attention to him. I had zoned out until I heard a silky-smooth voice softly call my name.

"Marilla, can you hear me?" I reluctantly opened my blood shot and bruised eyes. What I found made me believe I had died. In front of me 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 my very soul. I 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 my 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 me and gently touched my leg. I 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 me. I 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, I was prepped and wheeled into an operating room. I was numbed from the waist down but still awake as they started to cut into me to get the baby out. I heard my baby cry, and everything seemed okay again. "It's a boy! You have a son." I smiled as few tears escaped my eyes and fell down my cheeks as they put the baby next to my head. I turned to look at my son and he put his hand over my cheek. "Tyler."

Third Person PoV

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. No sooner had he sunk his teeth into her neck, did Marilla begin to thrash around and scream 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 cradling the baby close to her.

"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. He could hear her heart begin to slow. 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 PoV

The fire inside of me spread everywhere. I was being burned from the inside out. Why weren't any of the doctors helping me? When did the room catch on fire? Dr. Cullen seemed like a sweet guy, why wasn't he helping me? He said that he was sorry for the pain that I was about to go through. What did he do to me? The fire slowly started to diminish. The burn slowly going away until it was just in my throat. I heard voices around me.

"Carlisle! She's waking up. Carlisle give him to me. She'll pounce when she wakes up." Who's him? I slowly shifted in the bed I was in; I think it was a bed. Suddenly, every sense in my body was on hyperalert and I sprang my eyes open. My 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 me a minute to process what I had just been told. I processed what was happening. Due to this man, this wonderful, wonderfully handsome and kind man, I was able to raise my son. I 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 my arms and smiled at me.

"Yes, you can raise Tyler." Carlisle had barely stopped talking before I launched myself into Carlisle's arms hugging him tight before I realized what I was doing and immediately pulled back.

"I'm sorry." Carlisle just shrugged me 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?" I said getting angry. Carlisle gripped my arms.

"You will, after you hunt." Suddenly, I picked up a scent. It was sweet smelling. It seemed to call to my thirst and my throat burned. Every instinct in my body was telling me to run to it. Carlisle noticed. "Marilla, don't." I barely heard him. I ripped away from Carlisle and bolted down the stairs. I ran into a room and saw three women and two men. One of the women was holding whoever it was that was smelling so sweet. "Marilla, no!" I heard from behind me before I was tackled to the ground. Carlisle sat on me straddling my waist and holding me down by my arms. "Esme get the baby out of here!" The two men I saw came over and helped Carlisle hold me down; all the while Marilla was hissing and growling. Carlisle took my head in his hands and stared into my eyes. I 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." I nodded ashamed that I just tried to kill my son. Carlisle helped me up and too me outside. He let go of my hand and whispered in my ear, "Run." Run I did.

"This is so much fun!" Carlisle smiled running next to me. Suddenly, the smell of an elk came through the air. "Do you smell that?" Carlisle nodded. I took off and Carlisle caught up to me to see me enjoying the elk. I looked up once I 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. I quickly took it. WE made it back to the house in record time. I went right over to a woman I would soon learn was named, Esme. "Can I hold him?" Esme smiled and passed me my son. I gazed down at my son, my Tyler. I felt pride fill me as I realized I had escaped my abusive husband and saved my son. "Tyler, I'm your mommy. It's so nice to meet you." I held my son oblivious to everyone else that was around. To me, only my son mattered. Suddenly, I was thrust back into a flashback. I didn't see anyone in the room. I only saw Sean coming towards me.

"Marilla let go. Marilla, you're hurting him." Sean said and tried to take Tyler from me. Big mistake. The second his hands touched Tyler; I reacted. I threw him across to the room with my new strength.

"Don't you touch my son you sick bastard. Don't you touch him, he's not yours Sean. He's mine!" Suddenly, I felt calming waves come over me and that seemed to calm me immensely. I snapped out of whatever trance I was in and instantly loosened my arms around Tyler. Rosalie went over to me.

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

"Carlisle, I, I'm, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened." I rambled and was once again back to where Sean would be coming over to hit me. "I'm sorry, it won't happen again. Please, don't hurt me. I'm sorry." I truly believed Carlisle was going to punish me for protecting Tyler from who I thought was going to hurt him. Carlisle went over and gently touched my arms. I couldn't help it, I 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." I looked at him and my eyes roamed over him checked for any and all injuries. "Marilla, we can't get hurt." My eyes found his and instantly, my resolve crumpled and I fell into a tearless sobbing lump. Carlisle held me upright against his chest. His cold body was comforting to me. I lifted my head and noticed that Carlisle was still holding me and not only that; that his eyes were almost black. That should've scared me, but I 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 were 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 bit 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…" My ramblings were cut off by Carlisle's cold lips on mine. My body worked on autopilot and my fingers threaded themselves in his hair and held him to me as I kissed him back. Suddenly, my back was against the wall faster than I wrap my head around it and while I felt the gash in the wall, I couldn't care less. His hand was on my thigh and my leg wrapped itself around his waist almost with a mind of its own. Finally, Carlisle pulled away and if we needed to breath, we'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." I 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 my cheek. I smiled. "So, I guess that means I'm 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?" I replied with a smirk. Carlisle smiled and leaned in.

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