"I'm sorry Miss Platt…your baby didn't make it. It was an infection of the lung. He was too young to fight it off."

Esme Platt stared at the Doctor with an expression of shock. 'My baby only had experienced a few days of life, now he is cruelly taken away from me.' The thunder and lightning in the sky suited her thoughts.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

His cold blue eyes were directed towards the floor.

"I am sure that you tried everything that you could."

Esme made a pitiful attempt to smile.

The doctor left almost immediately after conveying his message. His comment was probably meant to be words of comfort but instead they were like knives cutting away at what was left of my already shattered heart.

Warm, salty tears slid off of my no longer rosy cheeks as I sobbed for the loss of my son. I loved him so much. He was adorable and one of the best behaved babies she had ever seen. The pain of my loss was hot and raw.

That night my usually warm and happy house seemed cold and lonely. For days I stayed and locked myself inside of my tiny little bedroom with the dark blue curtain closed. My only company was my cat Tommy.

At one point my life had become unbearable. I walked up to the cliff on the edge of town. I couldn't take life as it was anymore. I had spent all of those torturous years trapped in an abusive marriage. 'Now, my baby, my pride and joy is dead. What reason do I have to live? This is the only way to be with him.'

I slowly stepped closer and closer towards the tip. With my eyes closed and my fists clenched, I took a deep breath and embraced myself. Before I lost all courage I stepped off of the edge.

I squeezed my eyes closed. The intense speed in which I was speeding towards the ground scared me to death. (No pun intended) Butterflies in my stomach seemed to only get worse. My life flew before my eyes.

I saw flashes of my childhood, my wedding day, Charles hitting me, running away, giving birth, and losing the baby. For the millionth time this week, I cried and prayed "Please let it be quick." All of a sudden I could feel that there wasn't much left to go.

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There was a sickening crack of bone as I landed. The pain was unbearable. I hurt all over. It was like I was slowly being torn apart.

After what seemed like an eternity some medics came and found me. They placed me in the morgue mistaking me for dead. A man appeared by my side. She couldn't identify his name but I knew who he was. By this time my vision was blurry but I could see his pale, ivory skin and honey colored eyes. He was the doctor that treated my broken leg when I was sixteen.

He whispered "Esme." He sounded like he was conflicted.

He knelt down and his cold lips touched my throat. Suddenly I was on fire. Every fiber of my being seemed to be melting. I erupted into screams.

I felt a cool rag on forehead.

"I'm sorry. It won't last forever. I promise." I wanted to say something but I couldn't pull my thoughts together. I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. That's not to say that I wasn't aware of the burning sensation.

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At last the pain receded. I opened my eyes.

"Hello." I was startled and I found myself huddled against the wall.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to startle you." His name suddenly came to me. The pain made me unable to concentrate but now that it was over I could recall it. 'This is Dr. Cullen. I've been hoping and praying that I could see him again.'

"Dr. Cullen?"

"Hello Miss Platt. It's a pleasure to see you again, although I hoped it wouldn't be under these circumstances."

"Not to be rude but…you haven't changed at all. You still look exactly the same." 'That shouldn't be possible.' That brought me to my next questions.

"Where am I? I should be dead." I was confused. What the heck is going on? Somehow I knew I wasn't dead. But sadly, that was the extent of my knowledge.

"Yes. That brings us to the answer to your questions. We are vampires. I changed you because you were dying. I recognized you as that happy girl I treated ten years ago. I couldn't bear to watch you suffer."

"So I'm a- a-vampire?"

"Yes. You are a vampire." I just stood there eyed, staring at him. It was all so much to take in.

"Are you alright Miss Platt?"

"Yes, I'm fine. It's just so overwhelming." If I was human, chances are I would have fainted.

"I understand." He gave me a small smile that would have made my heart flutter had it been beating.

I automatically reached up to my throat. It felt like it was on fire. It wasn't as bad as before, but still, it made it hard to concentrate.

"I'm sorry. You must be thirsty. I'll show you how to hunt. Afterwards I'll introduce you to my adopted son, Edward." Even thinking about blood deeply disturbed me. He must have seen my expression because he expanded.

"Don't worry, my family only drinks animal blood. It's not as appealing as the blood of humans but if keeps us strong enough to resist. If you would like to stay with us, I suggest that you do the same. "

That was better. For a moment I had started panicking over the thought of drinking the blood of human beings. I couldn't stand the thought of causing others pain. I don't want to be monster.

"Before we hunt there are a few things that you should know. It will take you around a year to be able to control you thirst. Until then, you should avoid humans like the plague. Your eyes are red now but drinking animal blood dilutes them."

"Are you ready to go?" Was I ready? I still need to come to terms with what I am. Either way I still had to answer yes. So I did.

"Yes."

Author's Note: This is my longest chapter out of anything I've ever written! What did you think? I had a hard time deciding how Carlisle would act around a woman after being alone for a few centuries. Hopefully I've gotten it right. Anyway…please review! Thanks to all who've read this and to all who review. Let me know if I should continue this!

-lillyflower's revenge