Welcome back! Thanks so much for all your kinds words. I'd like to thank insanemum for nicknaming him VigilanteWard. I think it's rather fitting. I know there's a lot of questions already, but I promise to answer them...in the chapters. Remember, I'm aiming for canon, so the histories for the Cullen's remain mainly unchanged.

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Chapter 2

As he runs, almost effortlessly, through the trees with her fragile and swelled body in his arms, he hears the unwelcome and tense voice of his 'sister' Alice.

"What on earth are you doing, Edward?" she chants repeatedly, but he continues to push past the branches and greenery that surrounds him, virtually dancing in the air over the logs and trees in his way.

Edward is certain there is a way to save her, to give her the life that Marcus tried to take from her, and Carlisle will help him. He knows he will; he just needs to get her to him in time. Edward wordlessly explains to his sister that he needs Carlisle and Rosalie at his home for help. He pleads with her to look into the future to see what it holds, but Alice is vague at best.

"I can't… I don't see a future for either of them, Edward."

"How is that possible?" Edward wonders to himself as he slows and approaches the front door of his cottage, secluded from the house which holds his family. When he steps inside, Carlisle is waiting with Rosalie flanking his side, both of them looking as concerned as he thought they would be. "She has a head wound and probably a concussion, but I'm more worried about the baby. I can't get a read on either of them. There's just…nothing. Alice can't see their future either."

Carlisle wordlessly checks the girls vitals and determines that her pulse is weakening rapidly. Emmett arrives with supplies from the main house and Jasper follows behind him with an ultrasound machine and fetal monitor, as Edward brings the woman into his bedroom, though he's never actually used it for sleep. Carlisle's current position at the Forks Hospital, hundreds of years of experience and his untold wealth, have provided him with everything he needs to help the girl beneath his cold, lifeless fingers.

Jasper stops, his body frozen in place, as he takes in the tempting scent of blood in the room. He is the newest of their group, having joined the Cullen coven back in 1950 along with his mate, Alice. Jasper is also the most recent of them to convert to from human to animal blood. It's been a tough adjustment for him, one that over sixty years of intensive effort still hasn't tamed him entirely. Everyone in the family knows this too.

"Emmett, get Jasper out of here and take him and Esme with you to Portland for supplies for the baby. It will be delivered tonight and we need to be prepared," barks out Carlisle, a disconcerting frown upon his smooth face. Emmett grabs his brother and leads him away, both of them relived to be free of the scent of the beautiful girls' blood. Within seconds, they have met up with their 'mother' Esme, and are rushing south through the forest to Portland, a list from Alice shoved in the pocket of Esme's jeans.

Edward assists Carlisle as much as he can, strapping the fetal monitor around the woman's stomach, while Rosalie prepares the utensils necessary to deliver the child. There are white towels from Edward's bathroom at the ready, and Edward tenses as he looks at the scalpel positioned perfectly on Carlisle's medical tray.

"Where did you find her?" Carlisle questions, his face as still as his heart.

"London's bar down on Palmer St. in Port Angeles."

"What were you doing in a bar, Edward? It's not like you can drink," Rosalie remarks snidely as she stands prepared, waiting for instructions from her father figure Carlisle. "You don't look a day over eighteen years old."

Rosalie was turned when Carlisle found her lying in a gutter and on the verge of death, following a brutal attack by the man who would have been her husband, had he been given 24 more hours. She wasn't particularly grateful when Carlisle sired her, but she was almost gleeful when she exacted her meticulous revenge on Royce King and the other men who had harmed her. They are the only people Rosalie ever killed. She was meant as a mate for Edward, but they were like oil and water whenever they got together, and until Emmett was turned following a bear attack in 1935, Edward could barely stand to be around Rosalie. They aren't the best of friends, but they tolerate each other. It is the best they can do.

"I was there for Marcus…the man who raped, and then left for dead, four women since July 2011. He needed his…"

"What he needs was not for you to decide, Edward," Carlisle interrupts as Edward fights the urge to hold the hand of the woman at his side. "That's why there are policemen."

"Who never do their job," Edward counters as Carlisle glares at him before setting back to work on the brunette on Edward's bed.

Her coloring is pale, her lips are extremely chapped and she has a huge bruise on her arm and neck, all of which concern Carlisle. "What happened to her?"

Edward explains to Carlisle and Rose about his intentions to follow the man and provide his own brand of justice, but when he came out of the bar with the pregnant woman in tow, his plans changed dramatically. The man had choked her, knocked her unconscious and was about to sexually assault her when Edward charged at him and broke his neck. There is no repentance in Edward's voice, and he knows he would do it again if he was faced with the same situation.

"Is she going to be alright? I'd prefer to just send her home like tonight never happened," Edward explains as Carlisle glances at the fetal heart monitor and his face grows more concerned.

"This is happening tonight, Edward, and it's not going to be easy. The baby's heart rate is dropping."