Loving you... an Edward and Bella Story

Hey guys! I'm writing this to get a break form my book.
It's an Edward Bella story, you know the best there could be! (because you know it has Edward in it) where she grows up with them and Edward doesn't thirst fro her blood like he does in the saga.

Bella Swan has met with an awful car accident, and is the sole survivor, now an orphan. At the age of eight the Cullens find her at the scene of the crash and eventually adopt her...
But what will become of her when she becomes a grown woman? How will she be raised by a group of vampires who refuse to change her? And what will become of her childhood infatuation on her 'brother' Edward Cullen? It seems to be changing into something more...

Chapter One- EPOV

My throat cut across the elk’s neck, swiftly killing it. Immediately a river of blood flowed from the torn vein, into my mouth. I gulped at the sweet blood a little too sharp, I shouldn’t have
waited this long to hunt, it wasn’t safe. Even though I was gulping the blood,
my throat seared with fire, blistering around the edges; these edges stung as
the cool blood washed over them, I closed my eyes and lost myself to the
thirst…

Edward, something’s wrong Jasper thought towards me.

My head snapped up to face my brother. He had curly blonde hair, his face sculpted perfectly, his eyes gold having devoured the animals before him; Jasper had to feed more than the rest of us,
he had poor control. Of course we all looked like that, all seductively
beautiful. The keyword being seductive, we needed to be. It was necessary to
allure our prey: humans. We were all inhumanly beautiful. Inhumanly being the
perfect word, we were not human; we were one of the cursed. Vampires.

My mind worked very fast, as it did with all vampires. I thought all of this in a second at the back of my head, the forefront was focused on Jasper’s expression.

His face was inclined to the left, towards the road around the corner, where he could feel urgent distress and panic. This was followed by horrified screams the sound of tyres screeching against
concrete, the sound of impact as something crashed, glass shattering and
finally complete silence.

Jasper and I looked at each other worriedly before running at full speed towards the distress he could still feel. My legs moved blindingly fast, but I could still see everything clearly, every little
fly, every little matter of dust.

We arrived at the crash site in a second. A tree had completely blocked off the road, probably having snapped in half during the awful storm that preceded the day. A car was crushed against it, its
right side invisible because it had hit the tree, rendered useless, its lights
still flashing and beeping.

A hand was sticking out of the bloody crushed window at an awkward angle, which could only mean one thing; the passengers were dead. Automatically I held my breath and approached the car,
Jasper already on the phone to Carlisle.

“Hello? Carlisle? You need to come here; we’re at the turn off from the forest. Listen there’s been an accident, I think the passengers are dead; I can’t hear a heartbeat…”

I could make out a woman in the passengers side, her head lolling on the seat, her white face and dark brown hair matted in her flowing blood, she was still alive breathing shallowly, choking on her
blood. This close I could hear the weakened thrum of her useless heart. I
wished there was someway to help her, but I knew in my heart of hearts there
was nothing I could do. Not even venom could save her now.

The driver, a man with curlier hair than Jasper was most obviously already dead, half his body crushed by the impact, I could see the white of his bone at regular intervals, his face was distorted
with scratches and blood, bits of glass were sticking out of his face.

I heard Jasper’s approach, as the sound of the woman’s heart finally came to a stop.

They’re dead. He stated simply into my head, I nodded slightly. He would’ve spoken out loud but it was taking every amount of his self control to not pounce on the humans now and render them dry.

Carlisle is coming. He’ll know what to do. He thought in reaction to my confusion.

Yes Carlisle would know what to do; he always knew what to do. Watching the blood made my mouth and throat ache and the venom coated my teeth; I quickly looked away,
and for the first time noticed a ripped piece of cloth near the accident.

How bizarre, what was a piece of fabric doing on the floor near the… a red piece of fabric, but that was obviously not its original colour. It was red with blood.

It made a long trail of red, making my throat burn whilst automatically following.

“Edward, where are you going?” Jasper asked allowed, too confused to think about the temptation before him.

“Shhh, Jazz.”

As I got closer to it, I could make out a close fast thrum of a human heartbeat. A survivor.

But it was beating too fast, maybe it was scared after living through such a horrific (for a human that is) experience. The people in the car may have been friends, may have even been family, it was
natural for this person to be scared. I would have to be extremely gentle.

As I got even closer to the huge oak tree, shielding the human I could hear breathing behind it, I slowed, to not startle it. I reached the tree and rounded it carefully so the human would not see me and run
off in fright.

The heartbeat was fast not because it was scared.

No, because before me was not a traumatised grown adult. Before me was the shaking frame of a small girl, clutching a toy, whimpering slightly. She had soft brown hair, the same colour as the woman in the car,
which ran the length of her shoulders. A girl who had now been orphaned, she
looked only seven or eight years old. A mere child. Pity washed through me.

Perhaps she sensed my presence, perhaps she wanted her parents. I never found out the reason. She jumped suddenly and spun around to face me, still clutching her teddy, and I was forced to stare into,
warm, brown eyes full of depth. Her body was scathed all over with slight
scratches.

The pity washed through me again as I stared at this young creature with the wise eyes. Her shoulder were hunched, here eyes wary. She was just so vulnerable, the instinct to defend her sprung
forth and all I wanted to do was keep her from harm. What a strange reaction.

The girl’s eyes suddenly filled with fear, and astonishment.

I’d have to dwell on my instinct later, for now I was going to act on it, “I won’t hurt you.” I told her as softly as I could.

She looked at me confused for a minute, and then spoke in a small, sweet voice, “Are you an angel? Are you going to take me away to my mommy and daddy?”

Oh the poor thing! How was I supposed to explain to her that I was the opposite of an angel and that I could never take her back to her parents?

I had to word it carefully; I bent down on one knee so that my eyes were level with hers, “No sweetie, I’m not an angel, uh… another angel has taken your parents away to uhh… heaven. They’re happy
there.”

Pain filled her vulnerable eyes; my dormant heart sunk a little lower. “My mommy and daddy are gone?” she asked, “Can I bring them back? Or go to heaven too? Please? My mommy always said people
listen if we say please and thank you.”

Anxiety washed through me. How was I supposed to answer this child without hurting her further?

Edward? Edward what are you doing? Carlisle’s internal voice reached me.

Yes! Carlisle would know how to help this girl.

Without taking my eyes of the girl who had jumped at the sound of approaching footsteps, I shouted, “Carlisle!”

The girl jumped again, I tried to smile at her reassuringly. She continued to look confused.

“Edward what’s that heartbe-” Carlisle stopped as he took in the girl. He looked at me sideways before speaking to the girl, “Hello,” he said reassuringly, “and who might we have here?”

“Bella.” The girl spoke, “my name is Bella Swan. Can you take me to my mommy?”