AN: I do not have much to say about how I came up with this idea. I just hope that it is an idea that many readers will enjoy.
I felt…so weak. I could barely keep my eyes open. My once strong breathing was now shallow, weak, ragged. Taking a breath was once so easy, but now….
My father had already lost the battle, like almost every other person in Illinois. I did not yet know how my mother was faring, although I prayed she was better off than I was.
I tried not to think of the epidemic, of how many people had perished, of how many people were on the steps of Death. I needed to harvest what was left of my energy and use it to try to stay alive. Each breath I took seemed to weaken me, not strengthen me. I just focused on staying alive, for my mother.
A few minutes passed, although they seemed like hours to me. Suddenly, a pale, blonde, incredibly handsome man entered the room where I lay. I recognized him as Dr. Cullen, the doctor who had been caring for my mother and I.
He seemed to be thinking about something that caused him pain and what appeared to be sorrow. I assumed he was thinking about my mother, for he had been tending to her. I summoned some of my remaining energy to speak.
"How…how is she?" my voice sounded so hoarse, so weak. I doubt he heard me. But, alas, he turned when he heard my voice, a look of great depression clinging to his face. She was gone. But…how? She had been so strong this morning…
Dr. Cullen glanced out the door of my room, then turned and gazed at the door that led out of the hospital. He slowly turned towards me again, and gracefully walked to my bedside. He leaned over me, grasping my hand with his cold one.
"Edward," his accent sounded like music to me, "I am so sorry. There was nothing more I could do for her." I closed my eyes, wanting nothing more than to die with the rest of my family. There was nothing more for me.
Carlisle squeezed my hand, creating goose bumps that covered my whole body. Perhaps death was closer than I expected. I didn't care. I wanted it. I welcomed it.
I could feel him leaning over me. I suddenly felt his lips at my neck, razor-sharp teeth ripping into my skin, and then my world burst into flames as I tried not to scream.
AN: Just the prologue. Please, let me know what you think so far, and if I should continue this. Thanks!!!