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Sickness and death are most potent in the air, everyone exhaling and coughing the Spanish flu raging their bodies. I walk the length of the hospital ward, seeing all the patients awaiting something: death, life, to be on the mend, or their condition worsening.

Ashamed to say that I have favorites or in other words the people who get the best treatment that I can give. Elizabeth Isabel and her son Edward Anthony Masen Junior. They lie next to each other, one close to death and the other skimming the gates of the afterlife.

I do a basic checkup for both of them, the blood in Elizabeth's body is slowing I am certain that she will die by twilight. Her eyes non-moving are centered on one thing: her son. By now all the other doctors and nurses have gone home and the people who do the night shift are in the other wards. The rest of the patients in the section are asleep or is a corspe lying in a cot it's soul having abandoned its body.

For hours I just sit there and watch the people that have wormed their way into my undead heart. Minutes before twilight a sound so microscopic graces my eardrums, Elizabeth on death's door whispers or in other words commands me to save her son," Save him! Don't let my darling boy rot in this time take him and make him like you. Set my Edward free." Her voice had a raspy quality to it but such a strong tone, it could order around a newborn army. She looked back at her son and reached out to grasp his hand.

Another corspe without a soul.

Save him she told me and I will though being an ethereal being could be taken as being dammed or being in a blissful world full of pleasure and experiences.

I advanced silently, Edward was nearing the last phase of the Spanish flu: death. Cradling his neck in my hand I gently wake him, in his ear I uttered two words:" Forgive me." Upon finding his pulse without hesitation I bit the spot and watched his back arch and contort in pain.

I grasped his body and ran. I ran until I reached my house. Setting him down on the floor I ran to the forest 19 miles beyond my edge of my property and feasted on the animals. Two days time had passed and I returned the house. He was still there, screaming and crying out in agony.

There was a pause in his heart so sudden all but a vampire couldn't have heard: his heart stumbled and faltered, within the second it stopped beating completely. I walked in and settled onto the couch. Seconds later his eyes shot open and he catapulted forward, his crimson eyes flew around the room, assessing the situation no doubt.

"Edward," I called out. His torso turned to me but his lower body was poised toward the exit. "Edward, hello. I'm Carlisle Cullen, you may be a a little disoriented but it shall pass in only a few moments. Your mother she wanted me save you, minutes before her timely demise she told me to.make you like me."

How do I ask him to take my name? He must be confused after all he must not have much recollection for his time as a human.

"Why would I take your name? Also to the matter why can't I remember anything before just now?"

His voice was soft but strong and firm like Elizabeth's. I couldn't answer his questions now so I set upon enforcing another task on hand: his thirst. We hunted and he did uncharacteristically good for his first time.

I had high hopes for the future whatever it may be. I knew that soon I would have to tell him his past and mine, what he is, and why his questions were directed thoughts that I had not uttered aloud. One day . . .

Authoress Note:

The next chapter will be of this in Edward's point of view. And so on and so on first we have Carlisle's then the new vampire until we get to Bella's transformation.