A/N: Sorry it took a while but here is the next chapter. It's a little short but the next one will be longer. I have had to do this while at school. Cookies to all who review my story!

Disclaimer: I only own the obvious OC characters

Many years had passed and Sárika and Carlisle had made their way to America. Now in the year 1918 they traveled to the windy city of Chicago, Illinois.

Carlisle stepped off the train and held his hand out to Sárika. She smiled as she stepped down and opened up her parasol before linking her arm with his. They walked arm in arm down the busy streets of Chicago. Luckily for them, around this time of year it wasn't very sunny.

Sárika was dressed in a beautiful form fitting black and white dress with a matching hat. (Think the first dress we see Kate Winslet in, in the movie Titanic. Pictures will be posted on my profile.)

"Papa are you going to tell me where we are going?" Carlisle smiled but didn't answer, "Papa you know I am not a big fan of surprises." He laughed "This surprise you will like."

Sárika merely smiled, "If you say so Papa." The two of them caught a "Taxi" so to speak which took them the rest of the way.

Sárika's eyes had widened in excitement when she laid eyes upon the beautiful house before them. (The House is too hard to describe. For those of you out there who have seen the Movie practical magic starring Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman you know of the house I speak of. Only it is just two stories tall, pictures also on profile.)

She got out of the taxi and stood there starring at the beautiful house. "Papa, it's amazing." Carlisle laughed and hugged his daughter. "Our entire luggage is here, furniture the works."

He said with a smile as he led her inside. Nothing made him happier than making his beloved daughter happy. Carlisle watched as she walked around the house exploring everything.

Even now she still held some of that child like innocence he had seen in her when they first met.

A knock came at the door and Carlisle went to answer it, while Sárika went upstairs to find her room. Her room was the corner bedroom overlooking both the front and the back. She had perfect views of the back garden. She sat down upon the window seat removing her hat in the process.

She sighed and looked outside and sighed happily. Carlisle came in and sat down beside her. "I will start my shift at the Hospital tomorrow." Sárika smiled, "You were destined to help people Papa. So go do what you do best."

Carlisle smiled at his daughter, and then pulled something out of his pocket. Sárika gasped slightly as she felt a slight ting of cold metal against her flesh. "I figured it was only befitting now."

She looked down and saw the Cullen family crest around her neck. But unlike Carlisle's with held a black background; hers was green "Happy birthday my little princess."

Sárika smiled and hugged her father, "Köszönöm papa" (thank you papa.)

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Today was cold and windy. The sky looked as though a storm would break out at any moment. Dark and ominous clouds kept rolling in and stopping to gather over the city.

Sárika made her way to the hospital where Carlisle worked. Once inside she removed her coat "Hello Helen." The Receptionist smiled, "I'm here to see papa."

"Of course Sara,"

They exchanged smiles before Sárika moved onward through the hospital. She wasn't just there to visit Carlisle. Sometimes she came to help out, make some of the Influenza patients feel better, and make them smile.

Today she had brought a small bouquet of flowers, something to lighten up one of the patient's days. She walked into the room and saw a young man in a bed by the window.

He had coppery hair, and he was deathly pale. She smiled as she saw that he was asleep. She walked softly up to his bed and placed a white rose on his bedside table. Sárika sat on the side of the bed and took a damp cloth and placed it on his forehead.

Then, quietly got up and left. Slowly, the young man's eyes opened and he saw the rose. He caught a glance of the woman as she turned the corner. She turned back to look at him, her golden eyes were smiling at him.

An angel,

She smiled at him before leaving the room. Slowly he reached over and picked up the white rose that the Angel had left behind.

Perhaps being in this place wouldn't be so bad.