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Chapter 2: don't die sleeping angel, please?

"Go, get away from her! Shoo!" I yelled. Even in a situation so frightening, the child acknowledges me still; by looking at me, her eyes full of fear. But when I yelled the dog turned towards me and growled, his is jaws open and foaming, a demon inside you can see by his actions so evil and yet right in front of me a scene Poe himself wouldn't dare to write. He lunged to kill, like a thanksgiving shot going for the turkey. My instincts taking over, fear and adrenalin in my veins graciously give me superhero grace. I was able to move the slightest to the left. Finishing on my hands and knees I could feel a searing pain in my right upper arm I dare not look for now I had to focus on the angel cowering in fear. Landing on his mangled foot, dog fell on his side and twisted his leg. I felt slightly sorry for the k-9 having to become so forceful and desperate to have to attack a lonesome child. I picked the girl up and ran; I knew there was another back alley that leads to the front of the post office.

"Hold on" I didn't know if I was talking to the girl or myself. I could feel my own breaths like a weight in my chest. This child in my arms was too light, even in this situation I could tell she was too tall and weight too little. Her cloths were barely being help on by a thread and I could feel her ribs against my arms. We continued to run I didn't feel any pursuit behind us but I did hear a slight whimpering and a small echo of a bark from around the corner of the now slightly tame dog. I wondered if she was invading his territory.

"Please stay awake." I asked the child as I slowed to a fast walk and I could see the eyes of the girl to slowly start to sink. If she was too badly injured she might never wake up… we rounded the last corner and we were in sight of the car. I was fearful to look down and the child had passed out in my arms.

Thank god I didn't' lock my car, I was easily able to open the passenger door, as soon as I tried to put the girl on the seat, she made a groaning of pain, trying to hold in agony that would make a nun curse. Where here shirt was torn there were burns, bruised, and cut. Other areas were scared over from the lack of attention. They were ugly but could be easily covered by a shirt.

"Oh my god" I whispered to myself. I felt the sudden urge like a fire exploding in my heart and my brain loosing all control, the urge to protect this child, this angel. My whole body filled with grief and sympathy for her, and anger for anything and everything that caused these awful marks on her, inside and out.

"I know it hurts hunny. I promise I'm going to help you. You'll be okay." I said a little louder, but to be honest I didn't know if I would ever to fully keep that promise, but I was going to try.

I made it into the car, started the ignition, and pulled out of the post office. The only thing I felt like I could help the child at the moment was to turn on the heater so maybe I could help her from having hypothermia set it. We were on the road and I knew I needed to call Carlisle.

"Hello Love." My husband's voice fluttered through the phone, right then he felt like my own little savior. I was nearly able to breath. My lungs and my right were both stressed and sore. I didn't think I would be able to say much, but for the sake of my angel I would manage…

"Meet me at the emergency entrance. We need help" That was all I was able to say or take… my right arm was shaking with pain, forcing myself not to cry, I hung up. I had yet to realize that I had just referred to us as a couple. Two hearts intertwined in pain and, right now, each others blood.

We were about 3 miles out from the hospital, I could hear the child sniffling, and moaning in pain for every bump and jolt of the car was causing stabs to her.

I reached over and rubbed her head, I could feel the dampness of her sweat and the sticky ness of nearly dried blood on her face. "Sweetie we are almost there. Hold on. Okay?" I managed to say in a loving voice. "Please hold on" I whispered, I would break if she would die, I would break form a broken heart.

Finally we reached the parking lot of the hospital, the emergency room exit in view. I pulled in and parked. I was able to limp around the car with tired leg and a damaged arm, nothing but the will of love for this unknown girl gave me the strength to get the child out of the passenger side and in my arms. I felt my muscles give out. Finally after the stress of hearing her cry, the fight with the wild pit bull, the injury trying to protect my angel, the run to save our lives, and the driving with shaking limbs, then when I need them to actually get the girl to the medical care she needs my muscles give out. Sitting on the ground a broken angel breaking more and more in my arms I notice on her left arms was 3 cuts, from claws, just like mine. I couldn't help but cry, I needed to cry, I needed to wish, I needed to pray, I need my husband.

"ESME!" I hear Carlisle yell. I lifted my heavy head and felt my heavy heart become light and lighter as I saw him running towards us with another doctor right behind him…

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