Reborn as Bella Swan |ON HOLD|

Chapter Two: Meeting Carlisle

  After twenty minutes of driving, getting lost, and some yelling I finally pulled into the hospital parking lot. It was also pragmatic to drive once again, after what had just happened, but I'm not going to get into that. Another sting of pain shot through my hand and into my wrist as I walked in and headed to the front desk. "Hello; I got cut and need a few stitches." I say with a smile. The nurse who was typing on the computer stopped to focus on me. When she looked up at me, she smiled before responding, "Of course. I need your name and date of birth."

"Ava Smith. October 26th, 1976." I say subconsciously; not realizing that I wasn't myself. After a couple minutes she looks back up to me. "I can't find you in the system." The woman says in confusion. That's when it hit me; I said my name and birth date; not Bella's. "Sorry, try Isabella Swan. September 13th, 1987." She looks at me weird before typing it in and getting a match. She smiles and looks up to me asking, "You're the Chief's daughter?"

"Yes; is there anyone that can stitch this up for me soon? I got in a few hours ago and I haven't had time to unpack." She was about to respond when I hear someone say, "I can do it for you." I turn and see Carlisle walking towards me with a smile. Just the vampire I was looking for. The nurse quickly stands up and tried to object, but Carlisle just shakes his head at her.

A smile immediately comes over my features as I get to meet one of the Cullen's in person. "That would be lovely; thank you." I say as he leads the way into one of the rooms. Once I walk in, I sit on the examination table. I start to take the bandage off my wound, and by the time that Carlisle came over with the materials to sew my hand up it was off.

Carlisle's POV

My shift was over, but it didn't seem like a big cut, so I decided to do it before I left. Once I grabbed the materials for her hand, I turn around to take off the bandage, and saw that she had already taken it off. I could now fully see the wound and it didn't seem fresh. The blood was also old, maybe by a few hours? Why didn't she go and get this stitched up immediately after it happened? I brought myself out of my thoughts and looked up, only to see her smiling at me.

Ava's POV

I was just sitting there smiling like an idiot; I am actually in the presence of a real Cullen. When he looked up at me, I tried to stop smiling but I couldn't, I am just to happy. "This may hurt a little." He says nicely, but I could see the confused look in his eyes. He wanted to ask me something. Probably how this happened. "I know you want to ask; go ahead." I mumble still smiling. "When did this happen?" He asks slowly.

"A few hours ago." I answered truthfully. The reaction that went through his features was funny. "Why didn't you go to a hospital immediately? It could have gotten infected." He says almost as if he was scolding me, before putting the needle through my skin. I sigh thinking about an answer. "I had a flight to catch and thought it would be a good excuse to meet you." He looks up at me with a now wary yet confused look. Probably because he listened to my heartbeat and knows I am telling the truth.

I continue. "I like you and your family. It's like a breath of fresh air; your different from the rest of your kind." I saw his entire body freeze including his breathing, even though he was faking it; it was kind of funny to see it. We made eye contact, and I tilted my head. "What are you talking about?" He asks, fully snapping out of his trance; trying not to give himself away in case I was guessing or got it wrong. "Well, normally your kind has red eyes; but you have gold. So, that plus your last name..."

"I never told you my last name was Cullen." He says now looking up at me with caution. "You just did." I say smiling as he looked taken aback. He pulled away from my hand and was done with the stitches. I look down in wonder. How did I not feel anything? Was it because I was so focused on his reactions? After he set the tray on the counter, he turned to me asking, "You said my kind. How do you know about us?"