I walk down the street towards home after work. My car was in the shop, and I was running late so I walked rather than asked someone else for their car. It was still dark in the early hours of the morning after my night shift down at Forks hospital. I was about half way home when I smelt it, the blood. I broke into an inhuman run following the smell, but sticking to the backstreets in case anyone was out at this unusual time.

I reached a dark, thin alleyway and saw the body on the ground. Thankfully, I could still hear a heartbeat. I ran over at human speed. It was a young girl who couldn't be more than 15 years old.

I got my phone out and started dialling 911 but never finished. Her heartbeat was fading and slowing rapidly. I knew that the ambulance wouldn't get here, and there was nothing I could do without equipment. That was when I decided it was my only option.

I brushed her hair off her neck and apologised before I bit down, hard. She didn't have enough life in her to make any loud sounds, only quiet agonising cries left her mouth.

I lifted her up and ran home as quickly as I could.

Edward was the first at the door, followed be Bella, Esme and the others.

I placed the girl on the couch and turned to the family.

Rosalie looked horrified; the others just looked upset and curious as to what I brought onto them.

I explained to them what happened, and why changing her was the only option aside from letting her die.

Guilt was rushing through me before I felt sudden relief. I turned my eyes to Jasper and gave a thankful smile.

Esme was silent, as was Rosalie.

I looked to Rosalie first. "Are you okay with this?"

"Do I look okay Carlisle? This poor girl tried to kill herself and you just brought her back into the world, a darker world! She doesn't want this!" Rosalie yelled before jumping up and racing out.

"Sorry." Emmett said before he followed her.

I looked at the bruising around her neck, then to the deep, long cuts that were the cause of the blood and death. "Carlisle, wait a few days, then you can ask her about it all. Just don't worry yourself. It will all turn out fine; it did with all of us, with Esme." Edward explained.

He was right, Esme did try to take her own life, and she was grateful that I changed her, but that didn't take away the sick feeling I had that this girl would feel different about it.

Esme took my hand and stood up. "C'mon, there is no use sitting around here."

I followed her up to our room where she down on the bed and crossed her legs.

I sat with her and for a few minutes we were silent.

"Carlisle, she won't hate you for this. She looks very mature for her age, I'm sure she will understand." Esme's eyes were filled with concern, but as much as I wanted to, I couldn't believe the words.

She shifted herself into my lap and hugged me for what seemed like days, and it felt nice knowing I had her even after what I had did.

"Esme, I don't tell you enough how beautiful and kind you are and how much I love you."

"Yes you do."

"No, I really don't."

"Okay, tell me then. Tell me how much you love me." She smiled.

I kissed her cheek "I love you", then her other cheek, "I love you" followed by her forehead, then her nose and then a planted a long kiss on her lips before saying the words the 5th time.

She laughed, "I know. I love you too Carlisle." She pushed me downwards across the bed before kissing down my face from my ear to my lips.

"Esme, I'm not really up for it tonight."

She sat up and smiled. "Okay." She lent down and placed one more kiss on my lips.

She rolled over and turned the TV on.

"I'm going to have a shower."

She nodded with a smile.