The Other Cullen

Summary: What if there had been another Cullen before Bella existed? Edward and Bella still end up together, don't worry, it's nothing like that. But in this we follow the life of another vampire changed by Carlisle when she is with them and as she leaves to start her own coven.

Introduction- The change

A young girl laughed as she ran away from a young boy who looked the same age as her with messy dark brunette hair and green eyes wearing brown trousers with braces. She was in a frilly white dress she knew she shouldn't be getting dirty and her long and dark brunette hair was flying around behind her, her brown eyes shone as she was caught by the teenage boy and pulled up into his arms, bridal style. Her round glasses almost fell off her face as he did so.

"Eep! Walter, let me down!" She squealed, the boy (obviously Walter) dropped her onto her butt and laughed. The girl pouted and growled before standing up and dusting the dirt of the bottom of her dress. "Hey!"

"You said let you down Gemma." Walter said with a shrug. Gemma smacked his arm lightly before running again.

"Bet you can't catch me again!" She called back, sticking her tongue out at him. Walter chuckled and chased her again.

Neither noticed the sky getting dark and the lights in the village turn off as the time of danger drew in, neither noticed that no one was in the streets and neither noticed that they were out past curfew.

Neither did until the piercing siren filled the air around them. Both froze and looked at each other.

"Air raid!" Walter exclaimed as he grabbed Gemma's hand and ran off.

"Where are we going?" Gemma asked as she struggled to keep up with the boy, he looked back at her.

"Not home, our parents would yell at us for being out past curfew... we'll have to go to the public underground." He said. They ran down the subway steps to the underground where they found a small gap and squashed into it. Gemma buried her face into Walter's shirt, holding him tightly. "Shh..."

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The next morning a very dirty Gemma stood in front of her parents with her hands clasped behind her back and looking at her scuffed black shoes.

"That was a very reckless thing to do, Gemma, staying out so late during the war!" Her father scolded, Gemma's head bowed more.

"I know, Father, but I just lost track of time and-..." She started before she was cut off.

"We know you story, Gemma. You are confined to your room for a week." Her mother said. Gemma's head shot up.

"But-..."
"No buts, Gemma. I'm sure Walter's parents will be doing the same. Now go to your room and busy yourself." Father said. Gemma grumbled and walked upstairs, tossing her dress to the floor and grabbing a new one from her cabinet. She forced it over her head and slumped onto her bed. She stayed there all day, playing with an old rag doll and singing hymns to herself, as night drew in she was certain there would be no air raid that night.

Gemma jumped as a she heard something hit her window. Sliding off her bed she ran to the window, careful not to wake her little sister Louise who was only one room to the left. Once at the window Gemma opened the curtains and saw Walter there, but he didn't notice in time and threw another pebble up, hitting Gemma on the head. Gemma frowned down at him, tossing the pebble back.

"That hurt!" She called down as quietly as she could with him still able to hear her. He mouthed sorry. "What are you doing here?"
"Breaking you out! Come on, jump! I'll catch you!" Walter called up to her.

"Oh yes, and jumping from a first story window isn't suicide?" Gemma said sarcastically. Walter held out his arms, Gemma scolded her brain but jumped out anyway, waiting to feel something break, instead she landed in a pair of warm arms. Once she was placed on the ground she looked up at him, only being 4.9 ft.

"How'd you get out?" she asked, Walter smirked.

"I was never confined to my room, or house, in the first place. I just walked out saying that I had to put the cat out." He said. Gemma frowned at him. "You coming to the field?"
"Naturally." She said as the two walked toward their field.

They sat and talked for ages, and near the time they knew they needed to be back soon they played tag for a bit. Suddenly the air siren rang, much to both of their alarm as both believed there would be none that night. Walter was ahead of Gemma, so he ran faster and farther ahead, Gemma a long way behind.

Without warning a bomb dropped only about a quarter mile from Gemma, the debris hit her hard, knocking her to the ground with many heavy bleeding wounds and broken bones. Walter was hit mildly, only a few debris hits to his right side. He ran back to Gemma and grabbed her in his arms, running toward the hospital.

"This is my entire fault..." He muttered as he ran, "If I hadn't have broken her out then she would be OK, she'd be fine and have a chance of living... oh god help her."

He ran and ran and ran, after what seemed like a millennia he managed to reach the hospital, running into the musty waiting room.

A nurse seemed to see him. She called out and a pale, blonde doctor that Walter knew as Doctor Cullen came out of a room, following the nurses pointing hand to him. He nodded at her, the nurse with a slight blush, and walked over to Walter. The latter was getting impatient at his slow pace.

"What seems to have happened?" Dr. Cullen asked. Walter gritted his teeth.

"What does it look like?! She's been hit by a lot of bomb debris, she needs help!" Walter snapped. Cullen took Gemma from Walter's damaged arms and quickly placed her on a mobile bed, where a nurse wheeled her away.

"I think we need to have a look at your arms once I am done with her, Walter." Cullen said. Walter grumbled and sat down, hiding his face in his hands. Cullen walked off to the room where the nurse had taken Gemma.

Once inside Dr. Cullen took his time, looking over all of the girl's injuries, it soon became apparent to him that she didn't stand a chance. He saw her hand twitch, and looking at her face her eyes slowly opened, they were pained.

"W-who...?" She stuttered. "W-Where...?"

"You are in the hospital, Gemma, you were hit by a lot of debris." Cullen said to her. "I'm Carlisle Cullen, you may remember me treating Walter when he had the flu." Gemma didn't answer. "Look, Gemma, you're dying. There is only one way for me to save you... and it will hurt."

"D-do it... I-I n-need t-to s-see W-W-Walter a-again..." Gemma struggled out. Carlisle looked down, a slight guilt overtaking him.

"Brace yourself." He said softly as he leaned toward her neck. Gemma screamed loudly as she felt something sharp pierce the skin on her neck, a second later that pain was gone but a new burning sensation filled her every muscle. Her screams only got louder, Carlisle tried to dull the pain with morphine but Gemma's screams continued.

Outside in the waiting room Walter recognised the scream, and his already hurting hands clenched.
Meanwhile Carlisle finally managed to get her a bit calmer. "It h-hurt- AHHHHHHHH!" Gemma screamed.

"I know, Gemma, I know... try and be calm and hold it in. I need to go treat someone else." Carlisle said, Gemma held her mouth tightly shut, breathing through her nose. "Good girl."

He walked out to Walter, the latter seemed very frustrated.

"Is she alright?" He asked stiffly. Carlisle nodded.

"Removing the debris was... painful for her to say the least, but she should pull through. Now, we need to treat those arms of yours." Carlisle said. Walter sighed and followed him into another room where he sat on a stool. "This may hurt." Gently he used a pair of tweezers to take pieces of debris from Walter's arms, the boy biting his lip. "You were very lucky, very few have survived a bomb drop."

"I guess... but.... Gemma wasn't as lucky, right?" Walter asked, Carlisle felt the same pang of guilt he had earlier.

"No... she should be fine." Carlisle said, half-lying.

The rest of the time that he was treating the young teenager they sat in silence. He ushered Walter out after closing time, an hour or so after, and told him to tell the parents of Gemma about her problem, and to check in the morning.

Once all but the night nurses and emergency doctors had left, Carlisle went back to Gemma who was still holding the screams in, but she had tears streaming down her blood soaked cheeks.

"Don't worry, it will all be over soon. It goes a lot quicker than you think it will." The doctor assured her. "Shall I explain what is happening to you?" He looked for any sign of an answer, his advanced eyes soon spotted a small twitch in her right hand. "I'll take that as a yes...

"I am, and you are turning into, a... vampire. I'm afraid it was the only way to save you, and you can yell at me all you like once you are changed. I'll explain the rules and details now...."

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That is just the first, the views and reviews I get for this will depend if I continue, the rest will be better I promise, this is only the intro of course. This is my second attempt at twilight fan fiction, the first never got put on the site as it got sloppy. I hope this will be to your enjoyment, it may not be updated frequently though.