Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, I only own Delilah Baxter.

Rated: T.

First genre: Family

Second genre: Hurt/Comfort

Chapter 1: Demon Angel.

My family was once a great family. We lived in this big house, with large meadows and a small farm; we had servants who did all the work. Daddy had worked his whole life to buy Watford Meadow House, yet still as he retired early from a bad accident from working in the force, my father the Captain of a Navy fleet retired and went to try to buy the house of his dreams, but he brought out a mortgage with my mother's father, and he still to this day owes him money.

I was a little girl when we moved into the Watford Meadow House, my eldest brother George was ten and my other two brothers, the twins where both eight, I Must have been four and I was very scared of the grandeur of it all, the old home was in a square and was tall and narrow, the rooms where long and narrow crammed with our possessions.

Of course there was the staff of one maid a cook and father's manservant. The place was more of a town house, by the docks, daddy had been at sea all his life, and he wanted the fresh air of the country side so much. But when mother died, a year after the birth of my fourth brother, daddy began to be a financial burden. He cannot pay off the mortgage upon the beautiful house, he cannot afford to keep a baby, so, he gave my brother Nathaniel to mothers parents, for them to care for him. I never saw him after that, I was devastated, I loved him so much.

That was when the drinking began.

It was Jeremy who began it all, then Joseph followed pursuit of his brother.

George was my only person in my family who would love me, what man will want me though? There was one, who is ghastly, his name was Curtis and he was a terrible man who always sneered at me, he longed to marry me, my daddy wanted rid of me but luckily, his word alone was not enough for him to marry me off to someone, my mother was a lady and she had a well respected family, and Nathaniel was part of that family, but my grandmother refused to see me marry a man like Curtis who has no job, no money and no high connections in the social world.

All Curtis did was drink, a lot like my brothers and father. But tonight, my second favourite brother George is having his bachelor party and every man is invited, including Curtis and daddy wishes me to talk to some of the drunken men, but I shall not, no. I shall lock myself away in the pantry, nobody will find me, and then I shall come out in the morning and clean up, then go to my brothers wedding. Then go home to where I shall no doubt be beaten again, repeatedly by my father.

I can hear them, singing in drunkenly disorder and there are a lot of smashing and cussing.

I m so scared, I just pray that nobody will find me.

'Hey, this pantry's locked, there's beer in there!' I heard Curtis yell, his speech slurred and there was a cackle of laughter from other drunks.

The lock clicked and the door opened. There was an out roar.

'No women, this men's party. Go away Delilah.' My daddy sneered at me.

'Oh no, it s a stripper!' Curtis yelled over the triumphant yells, then there was his hands around my wrist's, he was hurting me.

There were yells and it hurt so bad, I remember begging them to stop, but they liked that, the drunken men liked that.

Then they did stop, and George was helping me to my bed, I was so scarred that I began to cry, I pleaded and pleaded, but he kissed my forehead and locked me in my room. Away from Curtis, away from daddy, away from the drunken men.

I wished I died that night, I could hear daddy arguing all night long with George, calling his bride to be a slag and shouting that I would marry who he said I should marry, not some stupid pompous twit, he wanted me to marry Curtis, get rid of me and then, he would get more money. He was getting money for George s wedding, but he only spent it on cheap booze, George paid for the rest of the wedding.

I knew what would happen in the morning, daddy would beat me, like everyday, and Curtis would watch, with a large grin on his face. So I tried to make my escape, I tried to climb out the window, but it hurt so badly and there was blood everywhere, when I landed on the cobbled pavement, I knew I was dead, because an angel, a beautiful brunette female angel bent low over me and spoke to me. Her voice was so beautiful, and her breath was divine.

'Are you hurt my dear?' She spoke softly, 'Who did this to you?'

'Help me angel, my daddy, he beats me, and I fear he will marry me to a man more abusive than he, it was them who did this to me, help me angel.' I whispered, unsure that the angel heard, but she did.

'I can heal you. My husband, he is the doctor, without help, you will die young Delilah.' The angel knew of me, I looked up into her dark amber eyes, Esme Cullen smiled back down to me, the wife of the man I see so many times that it's insane, because her husband see's to the injuries that daddy gives me, though I never told Dr. Carlisle Cullen about the abuse, I guessed that both the beautiful people had realised, that nobody could be this clumsy with a knife or anything.

'But I cant take you there without your permission.' She said softly running her cold fingers across my face to brush my black hair from my eyes.

'I don't want to,' I could feel her tremble, 'I don't want to go back to daddy, I want to die, will it not hurt when I die?' I begged.

Esme sighed and then looked to me.

'I'm going to help you, you will survive, but you will have a home with me and Carlisle, we will take you away, and you can be a member of our family, it shall be my honour and it, I'm sure Carlisle will help.' she hesitated but still sat down and moved my hair aside to place her fingers to my neck.

She breathed in deeply and then covered my eyes, I felt her lips on my neck whisper a sorry and then. I screamed.