A/N: A few stories inspired this.

Torn by Dooba; Dark Waltz by Moonchild707; Wrecked by EmilyF.6; And everything from Greenshells, but their most recent story Jasper's Redemption inspired me to post this story that's been in my notes app for so many years now I don't even know. Literally, all of these have made me cry at some point so read with caution but I highly recommend them.

The premise for this story, after rereading wrecked for the 100th time (not an exaggeration). In their story the Cullens rescue Bella after she is in a car accident while moving to Forks, but they save her as a human, and she stays human. My story will go the other direction, Bella is saved by being turned into a vampire.

Warning: This story will contain depictions of Abuse and Neglect (before Bella's life with the Cullens).

Hell was the journey but it brought me Heaven

-Invisible String, Taylor Swift

Carlisle's POV

My cell phone rings and breaks my concentration from the patient chart resting on the nurse's station in front of me. I'm instantly worried when I see Alice is calling, she only calls while hunting if there is an emergency. The kids have only been gone a day.

I take a deep breath before answering, asking God for the strength to get through whatever mess they've managed to get into. "Alice?"

"Dad. Thank God. I'm glad you picked up." The relief is evident in her voice.

"Is something wrong? Is everyone okay?"

"Nothing has happened, yet, but it will before we can get back. It's nothing bad, not really."

"Alice please get to the point."

"I was!" She answers. "You need to give notice to the hospital that we're leaving. Mom needs to withdraw us from school, too."

I'm instantly worried. "What is going to happen?"

"We're moving."

I sigh at her vague responses, pinching the bridge of my nose with my free hand. "I realized that, Alice."

"Dad just let me get it out, I feel like I'm talking to Edward." Even though she wasn't near I could practically hear her rolling her eyes over the phone. "Chief Swan's daughter is coming, he doesn't know yet but she'll call him tomorrow. Her name is Isabella and she's 16, I think. They'll be in an accident on their way home from the airport. They're going to hit an animal. Charlie Swan is going to die instantly and Isabella will be thrown through the windshield. She won't make it if she goes to the hospital. You have to get her before the ambulance does, and take her home and change her."

"Can't we just find a way to stop the accident?" I ask quietly, not wanting to risk being overheard.

"No. Believe me, that's better than the alternative. She's running away from her Mother and abusive stepfather. If the accident doesn't happen then Chief Swan will call her Mother to tell her that she arrived safely or they will find out some other way and the stepfather will come after her. Every possibility I can see ends badly for her. This is the only way to save her. She belongs with us, Dad. I've seen it. She's Edward's mate. . . Which I haven't told him yet, but she needs you and Mom. Please Dad?"

"You're sure about this, Alice?"

"Your lack of faith in me is a little insulting."

I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose again. "Are you all coming back early?"

"No." She answers instantly. "Isabella will do better with just you and Mom at first. It'll be too overwhelming, and she's skittish. Edward, Jasper, and I will be back next week as we planned. Rose and Emmett are going to stay and find a new house somewhere in northern Canada for us to live during her newborn year."

"Okay. I'll talk to your Mother."

"Thanks, Dad. I'll give you more information later. Just give your notice. This will be good, I promise. She's going to complete our family, she belongs with us."

Who am I to argue with Alice? "I'll talk to you soon, Sweetheart."

I hang up my cell and glance back at the chart in my hands. I head for my office where I can complete it at vampire speed. I pull up a blank letter of resignation I've used many times before, and fill it out with specifics while I phone my wife.

She answers before the first ring is finished. "Carlisle?"

"Yes. Love, I just received a call from Alice-" I start before she cuts me off.

"Oh God, did one of them get arrested again? I knew one of us should have gone with them."

I chuckle because that was my first thought as well. "No Dear, nothing like that. She wants you to withdraw them from school because we'll be moving."

". . . Why?"

I look down at my pager as it lights up, paging me to the ER. "It's a long story. I can get into more detail later, I'm being paged. It appears we will be gaining another daughter in the next week. Alice says she'll be Edward's mate in the future. She's sixteen and her name is Isabella Swan."

"Swan. . . Is she the Chief's daughter?"

"Yes, from what I understand." I am reluctant to go but know I don't have a choice as I'm paged again. "I have to go, I'll speak with you soon."

Alice told me what to expect but I stopped short when I saw the accident scene before me.

Esme mirrors me, taken back with a hand over her mouth.

"Get her suitcase. Alice said we can't leave any indication she was involved in the accident."

"Carlisle there's a hole in the windshield."

My eyes scan the area as I recall Alice's instructions. "Light the car on fire. The gasoline is already leaking, so that should take care of the car." I tell her, our conversation taking up no more than twenty seconds.

We both hear a soft whimper and flash to the small girl a few yards away. I take off my jacket and wrap Isabella in it. Her lips were tinted blue from the cold and the smell of blood is fresh.

Her clothes were nowhere near warm enough for the weather that's in the low thirties, the wind chill making it feel at least ten degrees colder. Well-worn jeans and a threadbare long-sleeved T-shirt dwarfed her small frame.

I remember seeing pictures around Charlie's desk of a vibrant, carefree young girl that he clearly adored. What has she been through since then? If I couldn't see the striking resemblance between Isabella and her father I wouldn't be sure it's the same girl as the one before me.

Alice said she was sixteen but the small girl could pass for much younger, her size so small it rivaled Alice's. Imagining the horrors Alice went through all those years in the asylum, what had Isabella gone through to make her look much the same?

Her brown eyes meet mine. "D-Dad?" There was no fear in her eyes, no flicker of self-preservation in the presence of a vampire.

"You were in an accident," I say softly.

She winces as she tries to take in a breath. "Hurts." She doesn't have much time left, that much is clear.

"I know, Sweetheart. I'm sorry." I tell her, holding her small frame in my arms.

She curls her head into my chest, crying softly.

"You're going to be okay, I'll do everything I can, I promise." When Esme is once again at my side we run back home as I try my best not to jostle the young girl in my arms.

Everything had already been set up for her. We had a room on the third floor changed from a study to her room for the time being, we wouldn't be here much longer.

Esme moves the covers back so I can lie her down on the bed. She hands me a vial of morphine that I hope will help her pain, even if it's just minutely.

I have never had advance notice before turning someone in, but thanks to Alice's warning, I was able to acquire pain medication that I hope would have an effect. I don't know if it will work. The chances are rare that this has even been attempted before, but I know this girl has been in enough pain already.

I give the morphine a few moments to take effect before sinking my venom into her neck, not wanting to risk her heart giving out. She doesn't scream out but her body tenses as the fire I remember well crawls through her veins. I inject as much venom as I can, knowing that will make the process a slight bit quicker. I bite each of her wrists and as well as her neck again, aiming for first the vein bringing the venom to her heart, and then the artery moving her blood through her body.

With Esme's help, I put her shoulder back in place, knowing anything I can fix now the venom won't have to. I do my best to clean up her injuries, I know the venom will erase them but I don't want the smell of her own blood to tempt her.

Esme wipes the dirt and blood from Isabella's face and neck with a small washcloth. I look up when she gasps. "Are those. . . handprints?" Her voice breaks. "Carlisle, how could anyone do that to this young girl? She's practically still a child."

I step closer to Bella, opening one of her eyelids to see the telltale spots on the whites of her eyes. She was choked, unable to breathe until she passed out, I would guess. The venom is slowly healing the burst blood vessels.

"I imagine the kids will go after whoever did this to her, once Edward sees it in our minds, or if she's as scared as Alice says she will be. . . I don't think I would stop them." The rage was unmistakable; the thought of anyone, especially a parent, being capable of hurting their child in any way whatsoever but at this moment, there wasn't much I could do about it.

Esme leaves and returns a few seconds later with a change of clothes from Alice's closet. There isn't much of a size difference between the two girls, Isabella being only an inch or two taller but just as small and malnourished. And injured, injuries not from the accident but older in different stages of healing that I would assume went back over years to as recent as a few days.

I leave to dispose of the medical supplies I used while Esme changes her into something clean and dry. When I walk back in I can't help but notice how much Isabella reminds me of a young Esme.

When she is done we each sit on one of Isabella's sides, holding her hand in ours as we do our best to comfort her. The queen-sized bed dwarves her small frame, making her appear more vulnerable than I would have thought possible.

Esme notices my concern. "What's on your mind, Carlisle?"

She looks so frail, I know how much the venom will have to repair. "From the look of the swelling in her wrist and ankle, she should at least be in a brace, if not a cast."

"Is it from the car accident?"

I shake my head. "No." I softly prod the swollen skin at her wrist, my fingertips grazing the bone. "No, it's not. I can feel where the bone was beginning to remodel, though it was never set right."

"If the venom was able to repair me and Emmett, I'm sure it will heal her."

"It will." There's no doubt in my mind. "I've seen it overcome much worse. . . It's just-" I pause briefly, the look in my eyes both that of a doctor and a father. "Her human life was riddled with pain, I don't understand how anyone could not notice what she was going through." For all the pain I felt in my heart, I knew Esme's would be worse. Who could sit by and watch this child suffer so?

There was also anger, brimming under the surface. I felt it when I saw Esme after she jumped, I felt it with Rosalie when I saw what her fiancé had done as she begged me for death and I felt it with Isabella now.

Esme squeezes her hand softly, her other hand smoothing the hair from Isabella's face.

We don't know much, just what we could deduct from basic reasoning. She had never been to Forks since we moved here, and her father never left. It was clear by the few belongings she ran with that it was a hasty departure. "I'm thankful she found the strength to run when she did, I don't think she could have survived much more," her body was teetering on the edge of her breaking point.

She hasn't moved or made any noise except for a crinkle on her forehead. If it wasn't for being able to hear the strong beat of her heart then I would have thought we were too late.

She seemed so fragile—like glass. Judging by her visible scars and injuries, she had already seen so much horror despite being so young.

I wanted to think there was a logical, non-abusive reason for her injuries- boxing, gymnastics, even epilepsy- anything to say she wasn't put through what I know she must have been. . . but I know that's a Father's wishful thinking.

Time usually passes so quickly for us, but watching Isabella, our youngest, suffer was even worse, especially considering I am the cause of it. I fought the urge to glance at the clock, not wanting to calculate how much longer we would have to wait. It's such a peculiar thing, finding comfort in the sound of a heart beating but it meant she was surviving.

Esme and I were eager to meet the young girl Alice had already fallen in love with just from her visions of the future. And eager for her pain to end.

"Can you tell if the morphine is helping?" Esme asks softly as she smooths the hair from Isabella's forehead.

"Pain comes in many forms," I started, "and each of those has its own treatment. Inflammation, nerve pain, bone damage, organ failure. . . the list is endless. I have no way of knowing just what the source of her pain is at each stage and without knowing that, there is only so much I can do. I hope it's helping. I hope it's doing something, anything, but I don't really expect it to." I admit.

I took Isabella's tiny hand in mine, studying the fine veins that peeked from her skin. Her wrist had obviously been broken recently, before the accident, not healing quite right. I know it must have caused her discomfort, if not pain whenever she has used it since. Her hand contracted slightly due to a long-healed burn on her palm.

I debate re-breaking the fractured bone in her thin wrist and decide in favor of it. Hopefully, it would heal correctly, and quicker. With the slightest pressure from my fingertips, I fractured the bone and put it back in place, holding it in the correct position until the venom made its way through. It will be a less painful transition if the venom doesn't have to fully fix the bone during the transformation process.

I remember Rosalie's anguish. The way I found her, left to die in the dark streets of Rochester. The injuries she had, were so like the fresh and healing ones painted across Isabella's body. I know we will keep her safe, help her heal, and hopefully find the happy ending she deserves. I hope Isabella won't resent me for changing her, saving her is the only way left. From Alice's visions, that outcome seems minuscule, but there was always the chance.

"She's only sixteen, Carlisle. She's been through so much." My wife's pained voice breaks through.

"I know, Love." I reach over Isabella for my wife's free hand and give it a comforting squeeze. We do not expect to fix her up or think that she will be magically healed within weeks. We do not expect to gain her trust within days. We just want to show her that life can be kind, too. We want to show her that life can be more than living in constant fear. I hope she will give us that chance. "We have her now, she won't have to suffer anymore."

"I love her already," Esme admits.

I smile back fondly. "She completes our family."

"We have a new daughter."

"We have a new daughter." I agree.

Her face was flushed, yet still held a haunting shadow. Esme ran her cool hands up and down Isabella's arm, wishing she could comfort her in some way.

I could hear the light on my phone click on before the first ring and opened it instantly. "Alice?"

"Everything's fine. It should only be a few more hours, I can see her waking up at daybreak."

Esme whispered soothing words in her ear.

"You need to be prepared, Dad. She will be very uncomfortable around men for a while, don't take it personally. If Mom is with you then that will soothe her. She's going to cling to Mom."

"Is there anything else I can do for her?"

"Just give her space and time. Be consistent. You and Mom will help her more than you realize. She's never had a real Mother and Father before, I don't think she's even seen Charlie in the past decade. She needs you two, and she will feel safe in your presence very soon, but if you move too quickly it will scare her. Tell her about her new abilities, especially her strength, that will reassure her some but don't overload her with information. She's going to need you and Mom to be parents, authority figures. She will feel incredibly guilty for what she sees as being the cause of her Father's death. Don't tell her the alternative to her life after the accident, she can't handle it right now. She's scared and doesn't need the extra fear of her stepfather coming after her."

"Thank you, Sweetheart."

"Of course. Keep us posted."

"We will," I replied before she hung up.

Esme smiled softly at me, and I reached for her free hand. "Soon," Esme promised the small girl in front of us, "soon."

"This isn't going to be easy."

"Of course, it won't be, but we adapt quickly. We always have."

As darkness spreads across the cloud-covered sky we count the moments.

"Who would have thought," breathed Esme, "that such tragedy would bring us joy? Last week, we had no inkling of change, not even a hint of it. It's at times like this when I really begin to believe that you're not wrong about the world after all."

"Of course," I say, looking down at the girl changing before our eyes. "Wherever she came from, she's a gift. Our gift, and we will treat her right."

I wonder of her temperament. It's been almost sixty years since we had a newborn. Grief can make the most gentle of people lash out or break down. My mind flashes to my loving wife's end, how she lost her son and tried to take her own life.

My venom, I'm positive, can heal her injuries. . . but I can't be sure how it'll effect her mind.

Death was her birthright— her foreseeable, inevitable end. . . Or it was.

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I have a good part of this story already written so I'm hoping to post a few more chapters before my spring break is over.