It had been a year to the date since Esme fallen to the hands of another vampire, while hunting. There are vampires who didn't enjoy the idea of 'vegetarian' vampires and sought to destroy them all. Esme was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Carlisle just now decided that he would be able to go back and work at the hospital. After not being able to save his love he thought he wouldn't be able to save another, let alone a human. Jasper, Emmet, Edward, Rosalie and Alice seemed to think other wise and after a year of persuasion he said that he would go back.
I told myself that I needed to get over it as I walking into the place that I hadn't stepped into in over a year, the hospital. I knew that people where going to greet me.
"Carlisle?" I head a voice from behind me, one from the years before. "You don't look a year older." I mentally laughed knowing that I hadn't changed in the year that had gone by. I never would. Ever.
"Good to see you too, Tomas." I said , my ears picking up a siren's wail, long before any one else in the room did. I moved towards the entrance of the Emergency area, just as the others picked up the sound following after.
"You always did have a knack for knowing when some one's coming in." Tomas said as he stood by my side waiting for them to bring in the injured. I realized then that my ability to be immune the smell of human blood hadn't warn off in the year that I'd spent isolated, and I was happy about that.
I however was proven wrong, way wrong.
I felt like I was smacked in the face the moment the a woman, whose name I soon learned was Ceri, was brought through the doors of the emergency wing, on a transportation cot. My eyes, I'm sure shifted to a deep amber, perhaps even a black the moment the smell of human blood reached my nose. I'd forgotten how good it smelled, after becoming immune to it. I only remember taking a step back, tensing. The rest was lost to the action.