A/N: I'm trying something else… yep, it's a Jakeward fic… what? I'm obsessed okay? Shoot me!

NOTE: I'm not sure how old Edward really is (I could Google it but… work) but let's just say his whatever age I make him… *sheepish smile here*

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Anything I make up… go with it coz that's how I role, I make this stuff up as I go along so yeah…

-?- change in 3rd person POV

Disclaimer: Not in this life time

Pale Beauty and the Dark Beast: Request!

150 years ago

Elizabeth Mason was lying in the bed, slowly dying. The Spanish Flu had gotten to them and it had been bad. Her husband had already been killed by it and she knew that she was next. She didn't mind that she was going to die, she was happy that she was finally going to get peace… but her son… her beautiful little boy had to survive.

Elizabeth turned slightly and caught sight of the beautiful pale, blond doctor. He was busy with the patient on the bed on the right side of hers. Elizabeth smiled slightly at the inhumanly beautiful doctor. She'd known instantly what he was; her father had hunted them most of her childhood, till he was killed by one. Elizabeth should've been scared to know that this doctor was the same creature as that that had killed his father, but she wasn't, instead she was grateful that he was there.

Doctor Carlisle Cullen was different then the other cold ones. He didn't drink from humans like the others. No, he drank from animals; that is how he got his beautiful golden eyes that matched his sleek golden hair. He was a kind man despite his nature, and he always had a sweet smile that promised good to the dying. He was a good man.

"Elizabeth," Doctor Cullen said, smiling at the woman. She smiled back, it was weak, but it was a smile nonetheless.

"Hello Carlisle," she said. Doctor Cullen did the usual check-ups and sighed. He knew her time was coming soon, and he knew that she knew too.

"Well, all seems fine." It was a lie and they both knew it. Elizabeth smiled up the doctor. He had a heart of gold. He was too kind to let a person know that they were going to die, he smiled and assured them that things would be better, even though they weren't, but it was good to have some hope, something – even if small and insignificant – to hope foe. "Get some rest Elizabeth." Carlisle turned to go but Elizabeth grabbed his hand before he could leave. It was cold to the touch, declaring what he was.

"Carlisle, I need you to do something for me."

"Anything."

"Change my son." She saw the shock on his face. "I know Carlisle."

"Eliza-." She knew he wanted to protest, but she couldn't have that. She needed him to agree.

"Please Carlisle. Change him and make him your son, I can't let him die."

"Eliza-."

"Please… Promise me you'll do it. For me, please." Carlisle sighed then nodded.

"Alright, I'll do it."

"Thank you Carlisle." Carlisle nodded. Elizabeth let go of his arm and let him walked to the bed on her left where her son was sleeping. Elizabeth smiled to herself, her son was going to be fine now, and he was going to live… live forever. She sighed contently. "Goodbye Edward," she whispered, closing her eyes and finally slipping away…

-?-

Carlisle sighed to himself. He knew that Elizabeth had just died; he could hear her heart stop beating. It was sad, but it was something else too. She'd fought death so she could save her own son. She had wanted to die knowing that her son would live, even if it was a damned life; it was a life nonetheless. Carlisle let out another sigh.

"Do-doctor," the boy, who was merely seventeen when he got the flu, stuttered. He was beautiful, with the most stunning green eyes and unruly copper coloured hair. He looked a lot like his mother, with soft delicate features, but his father was there too, making his features just a little more angular than a woman's.

"It's alright Edward," Carlisle said, smiling down at the seventeen year old boy. "I'm going to help you Edward."

"He-help me? How?"

"Your mother asked me to do something for you before she died."

"My mother's dead?" Edward tried to look at the bed beside him but Carlisle stood in front of him, blocking the view. "Doc, she's dead?"

"I'm sorry Edward." Edward started crying.

"She's…"

"It's alright Edward. She asked me to do something for you. You have to trust me Edward. Do you trust me?" Edward nodded weakly.

"With my life."

"Good." Carlisle drew the curtains so no one could see what he was doing. "Just relax Edward, everything will be fine.' Carlisle walked to the dying boy and leaned toward him. "Everything will be alright now Edward." He bit into the young boy's neck, letting the venom seep into the boy. He pulled away when he thought it was enough. "Everything will be alright…"

To Be Continued…

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