This takes place after Renesmee was born and Bella was turned, but before the Volturi came into the picture. This is my first story uploaded so please be nice. Also, PLEASE review, your opinions mean everything to me. I would like to know if I should upload more ;)

(I am not Stephenie Meyer, nor will I ever be. All characters and names and stuff belong to her and her alone.)

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Bella's POV
We all sat in the living room, lounging around now that everyone had accepted I was NOT going to kill Renesmee. Edward, Renesmee and I lounged on the couch while Rosalie and Emmett sat on the love seat. Esme had taken a chair by the window alone, since it was Carlisle's first day back at the hospital since Renesmee had been born. Jasper, on the other hand, was sitting quietly on the staircase while Alice paced nervously in front of him. She had been like that all day, worried to the point of obsession that she had forgotten something.

"I know there's something," She sighed, her topaz eyes darting around the room, "I can feel it, something's wrong, terribly wrong. But I can't put my finger on it!"

She shook her head and continued to pace. Even Jasper has given up on trying to calm her down and finally decided to let her fret herself out. The TV was on, but no one was really watching it. I gazed down at my daughter as she started to fall asleep in my arms, her rosy cheek burying into shoulder. I was just about to start watching her dreams when I heard Alice gasp. I turned around to find her eyes blank as a look of shock spread across her face. I could barely make out what she said, her perfect musical voice oddly strangled and twisted. Her breath came out ragged, as if someone had just hit her in the chest.

"Carlisle," she breathed. Edward was on his feet in less than a second, his eyes wide and full of disbelief as he stared at Alice.

"No!" He uttered, his voice taking on the same qualities as Alice," That can't happen! How is that possible?"

Jasper had gotten up from the stairs and held Alice by the shoulders. He stared deep into her blank eyes as if trying to make out the vision himself.
"What happened? Alice what's wrong with Carlisle?!"

Carlisle? I wondered, what was going on? Was Carlisle on danger? It was Edward who answered both my questions and Jasper's.

"Carlisle never went hunting!" He growled. I stared at him confused, I certainly didn't think Carlisle had gone hunting recently; he was too busy taking care of me and unborn Renesmee. Then as I started to think about it, I could only remember Carlisle leaving the house once. But that was impossible, that would have meant he hadn't fed in almost a month...
Dread crossed my face as I realized what Edward and Alice were saying. Carlisle had gone to the hospital unaware that he was extremely thirsty. Rosalie and Emmett got to their feet as they guessed what Alice must've seen. It took me a moment to realize I was on my feet as well.

"We have to get to the hospital!" Emmett belted, his voice booming. He had already started edging to towards the door.

"Wait!" Edward yelled, sounding on the edge but trying to keep calm. "We obviously can't all go, that would cause more trouble than it would prevent. Bella is still only days old, Renesmee might not know better, and Jasper...." He shot Jasper an apologetic look as Jasper gave a grim but understanding nod. "Bella love, you'll stay here with Jasper and Renesmee as the rest of us go to the hospital." His face was composed but I could see in his eyes a look of raw panic coming on. Carlisle was his father in so many ways, and he cared for him as much as he cared for Renesmee and I.

"I'll stay too," Rosalie added, "Carlisle isn't the only one who postponed their priorities," Edward looked at her coal black eyes and didn't question her; he darted out the door, quickly followed by Alice, Emmett, and Esme. Esme's face was lost somewhere between deep concern and sheer horror. I heard Edward's Volvo spring to life before the door even had time to shut, and then they were gone.

I couldn't even imagine Carlisle being anywhere's near dangerous; he had always been the one to keep control. But to go a MONTH without feeding, I didn't want to think of how unbearable that would be. I tried not to think of what Alice saw, and I prayed Edward and the rest of them would get there in time...

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Edward's POV

This can't be happening, this can't be happening, how is this possible?! Questions rolled through my mind, some of them probably not even my own, but one question was the most important, would we have enough time? The image that had frightened me half to death (so to speak) still lingered in my mind as the car flew down the road. Carlisle's face over an ashy white girl's throat, fresh, HUMAN blood dripping from his trembling mouth, his wide eyes a bright crimson red. The image seemed altogether unnatural, alien. I had never once doubted Carlisle self-control until about two minutes ago, when it had occurred to me that Carlisle hadn't fed once since Jacob and his pack has given us that opening. That was over three weeks ago, maybe more. I hadn't really been keeping actual time then, so consumed with my love's well-being I'd paid attention to little else. Houses flew past me as the road to the hospital suddenly seemed much longer as I pushed the car to 120 mph.

All thoughts were now frantic screams as I desperately tried to pay attention to sharp turns of the road.

'Carlisle? How can this be happening? Carlisle would NEVER kill someone!. This can't end badly, it just can't. I can't even imagine us without him. We need him, always!' Emmett mentally yelled from the back seat, nearly bouncing up and down in his seat with anticipation.

Alice sat across from him,

'No, no, no! How could I have not seen this? I hope Carlisle can resist, he HAS too, this is all my fault I knew there was something wrong. I should have seen it, it was so clear! I am so sorry Carlisle, oh this is exactly the situation he would handle the best. Oh no, no, no...' She worried and whimpered in her head. The last person I tuned in to was Esme, my dear, sweet mother Esme. I couldn't even fathom what she was feeling. All I could hear were thoughts, extremely scattered and fluttered with love and worry.

'No, not Carlisle, not MY Carlisle. Oh my poor husband, I should have taken better care of him. I should have noticed his eyes when he left. He must feel so weak, he can't stand that more than anything. Oh, I need to know where he is NOW. My angel, my perfect angel, please have the strength. I know you can do this please hold on!' I don't think even she knew how loud her thoughts were as we finally screeched into the parking lot and dashed through the doors of the hospital...

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Carlisle's POV
I had gotten to work later in the morning, still worried with leaving my family home only days after Renesmee's birth and Bella's transformation. But I had been gone too long and I had a responsibility to be at the hospital. I rushed in through the doors and stopped by the front desk to grab the morning's paperwork and move on. The halls were eerily devoid of people as I went through to my first patient's room. Her name was Jennifer and she had fallen down the stairs. I had learned she wasn't the brightest girl but she had a good heart and was very sweet. I'd been treating her for a while and she was almost ready to return home. The door swung open as I walked into to room to find her sitting on the edge of her bed, her hand cupped over her nose. I rushed over to her bed and bent over so I could meet her eyes.

"Jenny?" I asked, her head lifting up suddenly, startled by my sudden presence, "What happened?"

"Well," she began, obviously embarrassed, "I was trying to open up a bottle of water, when my hand slipped and I sort of hit myself in the face..." Oh boy. Only she could have managed that I'm sure. She slowly dropped her hand to reveal a pool of blood streaming down from her nose to almost her chin.

Nothing in my entire existence could have prepared me for what happened next.

My stomach suddenly twisted as I caught wind of her scent. My throat exploded with an almost unbearable thirst. Venom filled mouth as I hunched over more, oddly transfixed on the blood streaming in front of me, my head tilting slightly to the side. I shook my head, trying to get rid of such thoughts, what was wrong with me? I had never felt so thirsty in my life! Her warm breath hit my face, and the scent tortured me as I tried to keep from killing this young woman. I felt my instincts wash over me in a crashing thrust.

"Dr. Cullen? What's wrong?" she asked nervously. She should be, I thought; she was merely seconds away from death. The scent engulfed me as I tried to pull myself away from her, something my muscles seemed incapable if doing. I was only inches away from her warm, pulsing, throat. I could kill her and drink in less than a minute. I longed to kill her, an instinct which had repulsed me since I'd first become a vampire. Thank goodness for that too, repulsion was the only thing keeping this poor young woman alive right now. I could not bear this yearning for long; the scent called to me and made my throat ache. I would have to escape somehow; I just COULD NOT kill her. Not after the 3 1/2 centuries I'd spent refraining from human blood. I argued with myself, my instincts and my conscience saying completely different things.

But the smell!I reflexively sighed in frustration, an unnecessary human trait I'd kept. That became a deadly mistake as the scent took over every ounce of my body. I slowly leaned forward, almost against my will, my conscience screaming at me to run away now. I leaned closer to her, putting my hand on her shoulder, my venomous mouth placed just above her neck. Hating myself for what I was about to do, I closed me eyes and parted my lips slowly, taking in a deep breath...

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