The First Time I Met Edward Cullen
It all happened in 1918, the year I met Edward Cullen. My father is a dear friend to Carlisle Cullen. We ran into him at the hospital while my father was working. I was roaming on the floor Carlisle was working and saw him. He had gorgeous features even before turning into one of us. Carlisle wasn't in there so I went and sat down.
Edward was sleeping as I did sit. I stroked his cold face and traced the muscle patterns on his arm. He seemed to ease up after I unknotted his hair. He flinched at the sensitive roots and smiled when it felt good. I had to laugh myself he was very interesting when asleep.
I grabbed his wrist gently and slowly and felt his pulse. The blood was moving slowly, and his heart rate fading. I stood up and kissed him gently. His eyes opened as he went into a high fever. I backed away and felt horrible. Was this my fault? I'm only a half after all.
I ran as fast as I could and got Carlisle. We raced back to the room and I watched as Carlisle helped him. The scream was horrible and I couldn't take it. I fell to the cold floor, unconscious. I woke up and Carlisle was the first face to see. I had an I.V. in my arm. The light hurt my eyes as I blinked and flinched as the I.V. was pulled out.
I sat up and saw him, lying there, cold, not moving. "Is he dead?" I asked a little depressed. Carlisle smiled at me. "No, just finishing the transformation. He should be awake here shortly." I got up and went over by him. "You may sit there and wait. I must go check on my other patients." I nodded my head as he headed out the door.
He was even more beautiful. I brushed his face with my hand and his eyes fluttered open. "Hello. I am Allie Whiteside." I gave him a small smile. He smiled back and gently grabbed my hand. "You're the one who saved me earlier." He said smiling back. My father came in and I had to go. I kissed his forehead sweetly. That was the first time I met Edward Cullen.
