My official 1st fanfic– Kit Cullen

So… I contributed it to twilight archives. They haven’t approved it yet… is it really that bad?

Enjoy! (btw its not done yet)

RATED TEEN

Kit:

I felt myself slipping away… reality melted into blurs of lost, hidden away memories. I remembered the first time I saw the orphanage. I was in a box, abandoned, lonely, just a baby. How I could remember this, I had no idea, I mean, come on! I could barely remember what I had for breakfast that morning.
But what did it matter? My life was leaving me.
Odd, I thought. I saw the tunnel, where was the light? I decided not to dwell on this unpleasant thought. Everything turned darker… was it really evening, or was I just going away completely?
I felt tortured… why was this taking so friggin long?
Could I just live or die, please? No stupid in between stuff. None of this horrible pain.
I turned my head, slightly, and the pain almost crushed me, but it had gone far enough to see my injuries. They were definitely fatal, even if someone with years of medical experience had suddenly turned up beside me in the dark alley. This final knowledge sent me reeling. I thought I had been resigned to my end, but just KNOWING my fate was sealed sent me into a horrible panic.
The last of my strength collected in my throat. I screamed, long, loud, and horrible.
That was it. I was gone. Black overcame me.
***

Carlisle:

I nearly jumped. I would have, if I was human, but my vampire reflexes stopped me.
The scream echoed in my head, and I didn’t have time to think it over, because I was off like a shot towards the so-human noise.
Mere seconds later, I found the girl, 13, possibly 14, laying still on her back in a pool of her own blood.
The fresh, delicious smelling blood didn’t bother me at all, thankfully, and I was able to concentrate completely on this girl. Any normal person would have passed her off as dead, but I could feel her weak pulse. I thought for a moment, knowing that a few moments was all she had.
Should.. should I bite her? The treaty. Can’t forget that.
But the girl! So innocent. I can’t let her die, I finally decided.
I swiftly leaned down and bit her, and in one fluid motion I lifted her up and set off at an inhuman pace towards my house.
I had to be careful, running. I couldn’t let humans see me… going via the less traveled way was slower, but worth it, to keep my family’s secret safe… anyway, it only added a few minutes to our trip, me and this helpless girl’s
***

Bella:

I smelt her before she arrived.
Carlisle came bursting through the door, limp girl in arms.
“Morphine!” he cried “Bandages! Get me some type O from the blood bank!” he ordered. I hadn’t seen Carlisle like this for years, not since the tragedy.
My vampire family and I hopped into action. I got the blood, even though I was still the youngest, I had the most self control.
Once the girl was stable enough for Carlisle to talk again, I asked what was going on.
“I found her in the alley, so defenseless, so… alone. I had to!” He looked troubled.
“You had to… what, Carlisle?” I asked quietly. He looked shocked. “You… haven’t noticed?” His forehead creased as much as it could, into his cold, marble skin.
All sorts of thoughts went flitting through my head. A moment of weakness? No. Carlisle had no weakness, or at least it didn’t seem like it.
Other thoughts came, filling my large brain, some likely, some not so much.
I settled on one. “We’re changing her.” I said simply. He nodded.
“Now we just have to wait, and hope she makes it.”