I woke up to that annoying beeping noise those heart beat monitors make. I opened my eyes and saw white. A white hospital room. It registered in my brain that there was one of those cannula things attached to my nose. It was starting to irritate me, so I reached a hand up to remove it, but a gloved hand intercepted it.

"I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to do that," said a voice with authority. I looked up to see a man with blonde hair and pale skin, with a face of inhuman beauty. "I'm Dr. Cullen. I've been taking care of you since the day you were brought in here, which was about a week ago after the car accident you were in. When you were searched for ID or anything like that, they turned up nothing."

"My name's Erin Baker and I am 20 years old." I went over what he'd said to me in my head. Suddenly, I blinked and stared in shock. "Dr. Cullen?" Involuntarily, I burst out laughing at the incredulity of it, even though it hurt slightly.

"Are you alright, miss?" Dr. Cullen asked me.

"I'm sorry." Gasp. Calm down, Erin. Calm down! "It's just a really weird coincidence, your name I mean. Cullen…"

"Well, if it's confusing or weird for you, you can call me Carlisle."

That's when I passed out from shock.

I didn't see much of Carlisle after that. He would come in and check how I was doing. Was I hungry? Did I have a headache? Was I feeling dizzy? The questions were endless and always methodical. Nothing more was said-until today.

"So, Erin, you're ready to be released if you're feeling up to it. Do you feel all right?" Carlisle asked.

"I'm fine," I said for the billionth time that week.

"I'm sorry for the scare I gave you last week," Carlisle said unexpectedly.

"That's fine. It's just I've read a book series with a doctor called Carlisle Cullen in it," I said quickly. "It's about this girl who moves to a Seattle suburb and falls in love with this guy. Bunch of sappy romance, really, but it's good. The guy's father's name was Carlisle."

"When you are released, do you have anywhere to go?" Carlisle asked.

"Um, I was supposed to be at my parents' for Christmas, but my accident on Christmas Eve prevented it."

"Miss Baker, it's nowhere near Christmas. It's the middle of August." Carlisle looked at me with concern.

"No. I was on the way home from Barnes and Noble with some late Christmas presents, and I was driving home through a blizzard. A car had slipped on the ice and crashed into mine." He didn't believe me. "Trust me; I would not lie about something like this."

"I think you need to stay here a while longer," Carlisle said, reaching for the clipboard at the end of my bed.

"I'm not lying, and I'm not crazy!" I sighed exasperatedly. "Maybe I was in a coma?"

"You were never in a type of coma." Carlisle seemed to be in thought. "Can you remember where the accident was?"

"Pssh, yeah." I thought for a split second. "I was about five miles outside of Minneapolis. My parents live in this small town about an hour away from there."

"Miss Baker, do you even know what state you are in?"

"Yeah. Minnesota." He looked at me like I was crazy. "You know; M-I-N-N-E—"

"I know what you meant." Carlisle looked deep in thought. "Miss Baker, you are in Washington State, in the hospital in Seattle."

"You mean the Seattle with that radio tower, or whatever that is?" He nodded. "Weird." Then a really strange thought occurred to me. "Are you kidnapping me?"

The doctor looked a little startled, but said, "Miss Baker, are you sure you're alright?"

I ignored the question. "We got off topic. No, since I'm in Seattle, I don't have anywhere to go."

"We'll figure that out tomorrow when you're released. I'll take you to lunch tomorrow."

"Sounds good. See you tomorrow."

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The nurse followed hospital procedure and wheeled me outside on a wheelchair, much to my embarrassment. Carlisle helped me into a black Mercedes, and I had a huge freak-out moment in my head—the Carlisle in the books had a black Mercedes. He drove to a small café and we sat in a quiet corner.

Almost immediately, Carlisle started asking me questions. "What do you do? What did you major in?"

"I'm a writer; I write books, but they don't make the bestseller list or anything, I do something else, too, but..." I thought about more of my life but…I just couldn't. "Th-that's…that's all I can remember."

"You can't remember family? A house address? Friend's names?"

"Well, I have a few friends, but I'm not very social. I just can't remember their names. I'm more of a bookworm, and my friends are always calling me a 'Twiheart' because of it."

"'Twiheart?'" Carlisle had never heard of the term.

"Yeah, it's what people who are fans of the Twilight books are called." I said. "Well, since I can't remember anything to tell myself about to you, tell me about your life? I know you're a doctor."

"Well, me and my wife, Esme, life just outside this small town an hour away from Seattle. We've adopted five kids, Emmett, Alice, Rosalie, Jasper, and Edward. Edward has been dating this girl for a couple years already, Bella."

My eyes widened. All I could manage to whisper was, "Oh, my gosh."

"Is everything alright?"

"I'd thought about it, yeah, but I really didn't think it'd actually happened," I muttered to myself. "It's impossible!"

"What happened?"

"Can we go somewhere where there aren't any eavesdroppers around?"

He hesitated. "Will that park be alright?"

"It's fine."

I settled in a park bench while Carlisle remained standing. I shivered, and he handed me his jacket.

"I don't need it." I just nodded.

"So, what happened?" He asked finally.

"I know everything about your life. Where are Edward and Bella right now?"

He seemed taken aback at the question. "On their honeymoon. Why?"

"So it hasn't happened yet," I whispered to myself as Carlisle sat down next to me, like I was some sort of mental patient. "Breaking Dawn has yet to occur, but Twilight, New Moon, and Eclipse have already happened."

"I'm sorry, you've lost me."

"I know what you are," I looked up at him. "I know almost everything about you."

Carlisle smiled. "And what exactly am I?"

I looked around to make sure there was nobody around and whispered, "Vampire."

Carlisle stiffened, but quickly regained his senses. "Are you afraid?"

I shook my head. "No."

"How do you know about us?"

"…You wouldn't believe me."

"Do you work for the Volturi?"

"Them? Heck, I've never been to Italy, and that Jane weirdo pisses me off way too much."

"I never mentioned anyone in their guard."

"And yet I know anyway."

Carlisle whipped out his phone and speed dialed someone. "Jasper? Get everyone together; we've got a kind of 'Bella' issue."

I shook my head at the phrase. Carlisle hung up and turned to me. "You're coming with me."

"Where?"

"My home."

We got in the car and drove out of Seattle in silence.