Chapter Nineteen: Unwanted Company

Previously on Unrecognizable~

I dropped my purse onto the desk and sank into my chair. Every now and then I would get lonely. I was alone, I had no family. Every once and awhile I would visit Angela and Ben or Jacob. But it wasn't enough to keep away the loneliness nagging at my heart.

I had long ago accepted the fact that I would always be by myself, without family but that didn't stop the lonesomeness.

I breathed a heavy sigh, picking myself up from the chair and slipping on my doctor coat on, getting ready for my day at work.

Now on Unrecognizable~

Bella's POV

I exhaled a big sigh of relief as the familiar house came into view. I numbly, got out of the car, keys in hand, walking up the stone pathway to the front door. Unlocking and opening the door, I walked inside, throwing the keys on a nearby table. Kicking off my shoes, I strode over to the living room, sinking into the couch.

My chest was heavy with grief. My head cloudy as I blew out all of the air, deflating my lungs while I thought back to my long day at work.

I had always known there were downsides to working as a doctor like every job has it's benefits and downsides. Working in the medical is great, the feeling of saving someone else's life is amazing, it's indescribable. But with that said, there is also bad sides to a career as a medical doctor.

Watching yourself save someone is amazing but watching someone die right before your eyes, feeling absolutely helpless is one of the worst thing anyone could ever experience. To have done everything you can to help someone and still they die. It's the hardest thing about my job.

Two little girls and a young boy. All from separate families, were rushed into emergency today. Deep scratches marred their faces and bodies.

I did everything I could, I tried so hard to save all of them. But I couldn't, I only watched the life leave their bodies, stilling them forever.

At ten o'clock in the morning the first girl was brought in, her blonde ringlets matted with dried blood, claw marks scarring her face, starting from her eyebrow to her neck. It was even worse as her clothes were ripped off on the examination table, exposing the rest of the claw marks down her body, across her torso, down her legs and arms.

She looked so broken, lying there on the table, attached to an endless amount of machines. It made my heart throb.

My assistant had first begun a blood transfusion, the young girl was losing blood to quickly. I has started, disinfecting the cuts, preparing for stitches, but the blood was rapidly seeping out too quickly. She died right in front of me.

Then came a small boy, around the age of six, he too was covered in deep gashes, much like the other girl who died only a mere two hours ago.

But as I examined him quickly, preparing myself for what I needed to do, I came across an injury that I hadn't noticed before. A sickening feel flooded through me, as I stared at the boy's head, his skull had been bashed in. I resisted the urge to be sick, instead jumping into surgery. But it was no avail, he as well died on the examination table.

Four hours later, one last little girl was brought in, but was pronounced dead as she arrived at the hospital. She not only had the exact same serious scratches but internal bleeding also.

Seeing such young children getting seriously injured and dying breaks my heart. It truly does. Their deaths were marked as undetermined for the time being, though some people had their own theories. But nobody knows for sure until the causes of their deaths are determined.

I slumped further into the couch as I flipped over the newspaper on the table, reading the heading on the front page.

'Three children killed and three adults missing in Woodland Park'

My eyes scanned the article at vampire speed.

'In the last twenty-four hours, three children have been killed as well as three adults gone missing. Early Monday morning a young girl was seriously injured just outside her house where her father found her. She was rushed to the hospital but her body was unable to sustain the trauma and she was later pronounced dead. The mother miraculously disappeared at the same time, and has yet to be found.

Later that day at noon, a young boy was also seriously injured, he was found just in the outskirts of the forest behind his house by his mother. He too was rushed to the hospital but was pronounced dead from head trauma. The father also missing and hasn't been found.

That same afternoon a young girl was rushed into the hospital with similar serious injuries and was pronounced dead on arrival. The young girl was found by her mother on their property. The father has gone missing and still has not been located.'

'Names have not been disclosed. It seems the small neighborhood, Woodland Park may be dealing with an active serial killer or dangerous animal on the loose, so it is strongly advised you are to lock your doors and remain inside at all times. Donations can be made to the local funeral parlour.'

The newspaper slipped from hands, falling onto the wooden coffee table.

It was highly unlikely for this deaths and disappearances to not be linked, they had to be linked… all the injuries that the children had were so similar. And one parent always missing, no doubt some kind of killer. It was the only reasonable explanation. I hated seeing such young innocent children dying, I would have to keep my eye out. It was quite strange as well, Woodland Park was such a small neighborhood, not even a town. For so many deaths to happen in a mere day was so unheard of.

I got up from the couch, noticing the intensifying burn in my throat. It was time for a quick hunt. But before I did that, I ran upstairs to my room, rummaging through my drawers for an article of clothing that would be slightly more comfortable then my work clothes. I picked out a pair of black cotton pants, a plain white tee shirt and my slip on shoes.

I headed back downstairs then, slipping out the back door into the cool night.

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Rolls of thick fog stretched across the horizon, mixing with grey colored clouds that hid away the bright rays of sunlight. The blue sky was a dull grey today, perfect weather for a vampire.

I locked my car door, heading into the hospital, feeling refreshed from the hunt I had just returned from. My mood was much lighter than yesterday's, I strolled through the hospital with a smile adoring my features.

I passed the front desk, greeting the receptionist nicely as I always do, making my way down the bland hallway to my familiar office. I put my bag down on my desk, settling in my chair, preparing for the day ahead of me until a frantic knocking came from the wooden door.

A strange unsettling feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.

"Come in."

A blonde head of hair popped in through my door, I immediately recognized her as one of the nurses. It was her frantic expression that only made the odd feeling in my stomach worsen.

I sucked in a deep breath.

"Dr. Elizabeth, you are needed immediately in surgery, there is a young boy at the brink of death, severe blood lost, many broken bones, it is suspected his spinal cord is shattered, and large claw marks marking his body. One is severely infected, it's toxins are invading his blood."

Shivers ran down my spine at large claw marks. Again today….

I froze momentarily, before springing into action, I grabbed my white coat beside the doorway, and quickly rushed out of the room towards surgery.

Promptly, I put on my full set of blue scrubs from head to toe and my surgical gloves before entering the room. It was highly unnecessary for someone like me, but simply for keeping up appearances. I entered the room, preparing myself for the damage I was about to see.

In the room, there were three other people, all readying themselves to assist me in completing the young boy's surgery.

"Have you begun a blood transfusion?"

"Yes, but with the amount of toxins in his remaining blood, it isn't helping much."

The boy came into view, his poor body looked incredibly pitiful, my lips turned downwards into a grim line.

His body bashed severely, purple and blue bruises painted across every surface of skin, blood coated his clothes.

I took the large scissors, cutting away the scraps of clothes to access the remainder of his injuries. It only got progressively worst.

Deep gashes stretched across his chest, deeper than the ones of the kids yesterday.

I looked up at the x-ray, confirming his shattered spinal cord.

My voice was muffled through my mask, "I will start with placing metal rods in places with breaks and begin to align the bones in his break along with the spinal cord."

Internally I noted, if he survived he would never walk again, that broke my heart.

"Continue with the blood transfusions, but get another bag, we must speed it up to flush out the toxins, also prepare a shot to help with eliminating the number of toxins left."

I began working but soon I realized we needed a second doctor in here.

"Bring in Dr. Cruz right away. We need an extra set of hands."

But it wasn't fast enough, it wasn't even a three minutes later before his pulse began to weaken, and his heart rate dropped dangerously low.

Dr. Cruz arrived then, ready to help.

The boy's heart rate continued to drop until it stopped completely.

"Get the defibrillator!" I yelled.

It was passed over quickly, I turned it on, firing up the voltage on the lowest setting.

"Clear!" Everyone moved their distance away.

I pressed the paddles to the boy's chest, shocking his heart in hopes of bringing it back to life. No avail.

I turned it up a notch.

"Clear!"

Again nothing. So I switched it to the max setting wishing for the best.

"Clear!"

The room was silent, the machine didn't change its steady long beep, indicating the boy's heart didn't start it's beating again. He was dead.

Silently, the medical team put away our equipment, someone had taken the body, bringing it to the pathologist then the funeral parlour where the funeral director would prepare the body for the service.

Sorrow filled me, knowing another human being had taken away that innocent boy's life, ripping him away his family. It reminded me of my transformation into a vampire, forcing me to leave all remains of my human life behind.

I sighed, putting away the remains of the equipment away, hoping the rest of the day would be better.

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The end of the day was nearing, I sighed, tucking a piece of fallen hair behind my ear while I zipped up my bag. I locked my office door behind me, silently walking down the hall. As I approached the waiting area, Dr. Cruz and Dr. Sanchez were in the corner talking quietly. They noticed me quickly, motioning me over.

I walked over, already knowing what they were discussing with my sensitive hearing abilities.

"Hello." I smiled weakly, yet still friendly.

They both greeted me, "We were just talking about the insane amount of deaths going here, there are so many young kids being brought it, it's heart breaking." Dr. Sanchez exclaimed, placing her chest where her heart lay. In her pale blue eyes, I could only see sincerity.

It was true, five more children had been brought in today.

"Yes, it is very much so. Have you seen the article in the paper?" I questioned, looking between the two of them.

They both nodded mutely, sadness etched in their features.

"I hope the adults who went missing are found."

If they were still alive….

"Me too." I added in.

It was silent for a moment before I broke it, "I should be going now, it was a pleasure to speak to you both."

The two of them wished me their goodbyes as I left the hospital.

The car drive home was quiet, as I was deep in thought, I didn't put the radio on. As I approached my house, my body froze momentarily.

It smelled of vampire.

I jumped out of the car, slamming the door behind me, without locking it. I inhaled, my eyes closing.

The scent was fresh, they had only been here less than an hour ago. From what I could smell, there was only one of them. But it wasn't a familiar scent. I had never met this particular vampire before.

My eyes snapped open and I took off in the direction of the sickly sweet scent. Into the forest I went, full speed. Twigs and branches snapped as I ran, the force crushing brittle leaves to a dusty powder.

I followed the scent for a while until I reached a body of water where the trail ended. Which gave me no indication of who the vampire was that intruded on my property.

Sighing, with crushed hope, I ran back home.

Unlocking the door, I realized the intruder vampire had been inside my house too. Anger flashed inside of me as I took off in my house smelling the spots where they has been. The scent was most strong in my bedroom. The closet door had been left wide open, my clothes had been riffled through. I inspected the inside, realizing a single black button up top was missing. From the looks of it, it seemed to have been stolen.

Anger surged inside of me, as I slammed the closet door clothes, gritting my teeth together.

It was then everything made sense. The murders, disappearances, the intruder…. it was all linked.

The vampire who had invaded my home had to be the same one to murder all those children and kill the adults who had gone missing.

It sounded like a warning, all the linked murders and disappearances.

My jaw clenched as I remembered all the poor children and the scars that marked their bodies.

When that vampire came back I was going to kill them.

Carlisle's POV

Sighing, I closed the lid to the laptop. My fingers rubbed up against my chin as my thoughts wandered.

The attacks in Portland, Oregon were rapidly increasing, no doubt this was the work of a outrageous newborn vampire.

When I had first heard about the murders and disappearances, I had contemplated whether or not to tell my family, but soon the numbers increased and I brought the subject up.

It wasn't often we intervened, but if the situation continued like this then the Volturi would surely come and visit Oregon. Unfortunately, Oregon wasn't very far from Clearwater, Washington. The place we currently resided in.

I turned away from my desk, thinking back to our decision to move away from Denali. After Bella left us, Edward was in complete denial but eventually cracked, having a breakdown before he fled, in search of her, only to return just over two years later with no luck whatsoever.

It was shortly after that when the decision was made we would be leaving Alaska, Esme and I thought it could help Edward, in a new environment, one that wasn't tainted with memories of his lost love.

So we took off and moved to Washington. Of course we couldn't go back to Forks for two major reasons. One of them being, not everyone had died off yet that had seen us when we last lived there and also because of Edward himself. That surely wouldn't help him at all, seeing the place where him and Bella found each other and fell in love. We moved to a small rainy town called Clearwater.

It was our first time living there, we had a new house built, which Esme decorated. Sadly, Edward didn't stick around long, through his thick depression he found anger. Such strong raging anger. For Victoria, who had forcibly turned Bella into the thing he hated the most. He felt completely and utterly responsible which led to his leaving. It wasn't been a year into living in Clearwater that he left to hunt Victoria. That was over five years ago.

He called in every once in awhile, though it got less and less. At first he called in every month or so, then to three months, six months and so on. The last time he checked in was ten months ago. He rarely picked up our calls, so determined to find Victoria, even though he was never the best at hunting. But Edward refused all help, he wanted to do it himself. Always so stubborn.

It was the hardest on Esme and Alice, Edward was Esme's first child, she loved him as her own. And though Alice never said it out loud, Edward was always her favorite brother, they shared such an unbreakable brother and sister bond. They had a connection with each other because of their gifts that no one else did.

Our family wasn't the way it used to be. We used to be so close, so happy… well now we were missing a part of our family. No two parts, Bella was always a part of the family as was Edward.

But even aside from that, we no longer spend time with one another. With the heavy grief, sorrow and melancholy in the house from all of us combined, it made it so difficult on Jasper, he often wasn't home much, Alice usually went with him too.

Emmett was upset too, though he tried not to show it as much, his usual happy joking self was gone now, he was quiet and very serious now. Rosalie had never showed any affection to Bella, but deep down she knew Bella was a part of the family and she missed her brother as well.

And Esme, my poor Esme. Seeing her sobbing was my undoing, it hurt more than any physical pain that could be inflicted upon myself. I busied myself in my work, staying long hours at the hospital, taking as many shifts as I could so I didn't have to spend much time at home. I kept my facade up well while I was at home but it was hard to do for so long, I tried to tell myself I needed to stay strong for Esme.

Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper and Alice don't attend school anymore, they no longer have an interest for it, or an interest for anything else either.

Our family had simply fallen apart.

That brings everything up to date.

I had been tracking the situation in Portland for only a couple days but I think it's already time to intervene. We prefered to not have a visit with the Volturi. It had been over a hundred years since I had last encountered them, and I wasn't about to let that change. A visit from the Volturi could mean Aro finding out about our family leaving a human who knew about us. We would surely all be punished by death.

My jaw clenched as I thought of all the terrible outcomes.

I got up from my desk, exiting my study to go downstairs to have a family meeting.

"Will everyone please come downstairs to the living room for a family meeting." I spoke in a normal voice, knowing everyone in the household would hear me.

As everyone gathered in the living area, I began speaking, "As you all know, I have been tracking the situation in Portland and it has only gotten worse, the number of deaths and disappearances have gone up rather quickly. It seems this could be a frenzied newborn vampire and I think it's time we take action before the Volturi are involved."

They nodded their heads mutely.

I noted as I said we needed to take action, Emmett's eyes didn't twinkle as they used to when I brought up fighting. He only nodded solemnly.

I exhaled sadly but inaudibly.

"So it's settled then, we will leave in two days to go to Oregon."

Unknown POV

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. She was supposed to suffer her way through eternity. She is entirely too happy.

She won't know what's coming, it will be too perfect.

She will pay, she has to.

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE BIRTHDAY WISHES AND MERRY CHRISTMASES! I responded to all your wonderful reviews earlier today, I'm so thankful to have such lovely readers and I'm super excited to finally have this chapter done, I've been working on it all day!

So now you have the POV from the Cullens too, and I'm still debating whether or not to add an Edward POV, let me know if you want one or not. And now you also know Bella has a new enemy, any guesses on who that is going to be? Let me know your theories in the reviews!

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~ Alexandra xx

PS: Woodland Park Medical Center is no longer open, but this is a fictional story. Also I'm not a medical doctor at all, only a fifteen year old teenage girl, so I have no idea if what I wrote for the part in surgery actually happens but it was the best I could do. :) Please keep that in mind. Thank you.