He had been sitting like a statue for hours. He was there and yet so distant. He worried me. I reached out to him, but he just continued to gaze at me solemnly. "Are you going to be ok?" I asked. He looked at me and I could see the pain in his eyes. "Bella, I'm about to take your life, how am I supposed to feel - ?", but Carlisle walked in just then. I understood then. That disgusted look on his face was the disgust he felt towards himself, not towards me. No, he felt it towards what he was, what I was about to become. I looked over at Carlisle. He had brought needle equipment all the way from Forks up to Alaska for this. He intended to give me morphine, and lots of it. It was Edward's idea. He thought that if enough morphine was given to me, the pain might be dulled a little. I shuddered at that thought. Needles. I looked back at Edward. He had agreed to change me on this day. Our wedding had past, and Charlie thought I was safely away at the University of Alaska. He didn't know about the real reason I was here. "Bella?" it was Carlisle talking, "sit here, please." I got up and sat where he indicated. It was the bed that Edward had bought for me before the wedding last summer. I thought fondly back on that memory. I had fought with Edward. I smiled; he had wanted to get all new furniture to furnish the small house he had bought for us to live in Alaska. I wouldn't let him. Besides, it was cheaper for us to ship the furniture we already had up there. I had won in the end. I folded my hands in my lap, the notion of what was to come finally settling in my head. Carlisle started to inject the morphine into my arm; I turned my head away as he did it. Edward immediately sat down beside me, and held me to his chest. After that was over Carlisle held out a piece of rope; "Bella, during the transformation, you might scratch at yourself. To prevent this we are going to have to have tie your hands." I held them out in front of me. Oddly enough, I started to feel the morphine already numbing its way through my body. Carlisle had finished binding my wrists. He looked over to Edward, who met his eyes. Edward nodded once, and Carlisle left the room. I turned towards Edward "where is he going..?" Edward looked down "He wanted to give us some time before we…" he trailed off. I could see the pain in his eyes. He suddenly leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Are you sure?" he muttered towards my shoulder. "Absolutely" was all I said. Carlisle then returned, and I laid down on the bed, knowing what was to come next. Carlisle bent over my ankles, and Edward my neck. "I love you Bella" he whispered and kissed the place he was about to bite. For a second I was numb enough to marvel over how cliché Edward biting my neck was, but that thought was interrupted as the burning came, and the screaming started.