September 23, 1918

Third Person POV

The young doctor paced around his house as the screams became more frequent and louder. He glanced at the clock for the fifth time that minute. 10:48. The transformation should be over by now, he thought, taking one more look at the Masen siblings. Besides all the screaming, it was a beautiful sight. Edward, the 17 year old boy, held his precious younger sister in his arms. Jordana, the adorable two year old baby girl, hung on to her older brother as if the world depended on it. Carlisle Cullen grimaced, remembering the pain the last few minutes of the transformation brought. He listened to their heartbeats, for they were slowly dying down. 3, 2, 1. Edward's heart was no longer beating, and he no longer screamed. But the odd little thing was that Jordana's heart was still beating. Like a human heartbeat. The baby was no longer screaming. This is it, Carlisle thought, it's all over now. The Volturi are going to end me for making an immortal child.

Edward opened his eyes and stared at his little sister. He looked at her and hugged her closely. Jordana whimpered, poking his eyes, which were now bright red. Carlisle still couldn't see her face, it was covered in her perfect curls. She rubbed her eyes, as if she were rubbing the sleep from her eyes, but she was trying to adjust her eyes to her surroundings. So was Edward. Jordana turned around and smiled at Carlisle. He sucked in breath, expecting to see the crazed look of an immortal child. Instead he found himself staring at a pair of familiar green eyes.