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Chapter One - Regret
Carlisle, 1918, Chicago
This epidemic was flustering. Even though I could work at the hospital at all hours, I felt myself getting even more tired with each passing day. But, I had made a comitment, and I would go through with it. I could not simply let all of these innocent people die. Though, people were already so lost in the bliss of death, that I could not reel them back into the beautiful reality of painful life (I suppose these humans would perfer blissfulness opposed to pain, though).
I knew very well that I could simply change many of these people, but I was frightened that I may kill them instead. The strength needed to change a person from human to vampire was not in my grasp. Although, it did seem as if I had a lot more control than most, that didn't mean I had the control to bite someone...and let go.
Surely, though, being a vampire may turn out to be worse than dying for most.
Two humans in particular caught my attention.
It was (ironically) a mother and son. Why did I find this I ironic? Because that was what I wanted. I had never been in love, but having a wife and son would complete the "one man family" that I belonged to.
The woman hardly ever had her eyes open, but when she did, I could see her vibrant green eyes. The ghostly remains of cheery bronze curls surrounded her face in a limp graveyard. Her face was pale and drawn, and when she spoke, her voice rasped. It honestly frightened me.
The young man that lay in the bed next to her's could obviously be identified as her son. If not her son, then her brother.
Just days ago, the young man (his name was Edward Masen, Jr. and I had been informed that his father, Edward Masen, Sr. had died only a short week ago) had been healthy. He would come by everyday and sit by his mother's bedside. It was obvious that he adored her to no end. Everyday, he would eventually fall asleep in the hard chair that he would draw up next to her cot. It saddened me to have to wake him and tell him that he would have to leave. The first few days, he would refuse and demand that he be allowed to stay next to his mother. It took five of us to draw him out, even though I, alone, could have done it.
Soon, he fell ill with the Spanish Influenza, also. While he was still able to speak, he would tell us repetitively that he would only stay in the cot next to his mother. I could not refuse the poor young man.
I found myself becoming attached to both of them, which (since I was an immortal vampire) was extremely dangerous and useless. They would die soon, and I would become alone--in a sense--again.
Elizabeth Masen (Edward's mother) suddenly jolted, pulling me back to reality. She gasped and then coughed. I could smell the blood, ready to retch itself out of her throat. Her hand flew weakly to her mouth and she coughed again. Seeing as I was the only one that was paying attention, I was the first to lurch forward. The smell of human blood no longer affected me, centuries of working in hospitals and tending to bleeding patients can change a vampire. Especially since I fed off animal blood.
Though, the taste of human blood must be a completely different thing.
I hadn't changed anybody because of the taste. Because I didn't know if I was strong enough. Yet.
Elizabeth lowered her trembeling hands. When she turned her green eyes to me, they were unfoucused and blurred with threatening tears. She blinked slowly and cleared them. Intelligence and independence shone within them.
She beckoned me forward. I took three hesitant step towards her so that I stood at the edge of her cot.
Her eyes flickered momentarily to her son, who was sleeping restlessly and painfully. She suddenly flinched. In that moment, I knew that her body would not fight anymore, that she would most definitely die soon.
Surprising me, she glared fiercely. "Save him!" She demanded in that stubborn way woman have. Her voice sounded choked and forced.
I could only hesitate for a split second. I could change him. He could become my companion...If I didn't kill him. "I'll do everything in my power," I promised her, reaching down and taking her hot fingers in mine. The fever was raging through her body, taking it's last turn so it could kill her. Poor woman.
"You must," She continued insistently. Her fingers tightened around mine, I was shocked by how much pressure she could exert. The smallest shard of hope that she would survive shone through. Her eyes hardened as she gave me the most intense stare. "You must do everything in your power. What others cannot do, that is what you must do for my Edward."
I felt a wave of nausea. Did she know? How did she know? Elizabeth Masen had no possible way of researching what I was, seeing as I had first met her when the Influenze first positioned itself in her. There was no possible way.
Her hand fell out of mine and I stepped back slowly.
She was still breathing. Her heart still beat. Couldn't I change her still? But I didn't want to push my luck, especially since I barely had any. Well, she would die within an hour, right? But I didn't want to cause her more pain than needed.
I breathed in deeply through my mouth, letting confidence flow through me.
I would try. I would try changing both of them, and if I failed, then the thoughts would have to haunt me for the rest of my existence.
Before I could think it through anymore, I wheeled them out of the room. Luckily, everyone was much to occupied to notice the two missing patients.
When I arrived at my home, I put them in the queen bed, thinking that I could change them within the same ten seconds. Or, at least I hoped would be able to. It would be easier on my part. And I needed things to be easier.
"I'm so sorry." I murmured softly to both of them. Both of their eyes stayed closed, both of their hearts stuttered on weakly, as if they were already giving up.
I gulped down the bloodless air quickly.
First, I bit Edward. Then before thoughts of bloodlust could flood my already clouded mind, I bit Elizabeth. I alternated, biting their necks, wrists, ankles. It was a half-duplicate of my own vampire wounds.
As soon as I was finished, the screams began.
I stumbled out of the room before they filled me with the regret that was sure to come.
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I may update tomorrow. But, I also have to do somethings for my other stories. Hope you enjoyed! ALSO: After the chapter title near the top, it says three things: a NAME, a YEAR, and a PLACE. The NAME is who's point of view it is, and...well, everything else is very self-explanitory. :D
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