Ok, this is my first solo fanfic, I normally write with my sister Cassie (Cassie08) and we put our stuff under her screen name. So if you've read Walk Two Sides (I'm using the same character name because I'm too lazy to think up a new one that I like Edward saying.), thank you and I hope you enjoy this!

For the record, Meg is blonde and this story is why Edward doesn't like blondes anymore. So please do not point out to me that he doesn't. Thank you.

Liz

P.S. I don't own anything about Twilight except for Meg.

Chapter 1 A New Home and a Surprise

The sky was overcast with clouds for the first time since Carlisle and Meg Cullen arrived in Chicago, now posing as siblings rather then uncle and niece. Traveling together for more then a 100 years, comfortable silences were common between Carlisle and his first sire.

Word had spread as wild fire does in the neighborhood that Dr. Cullen and his beautiful younger sister, though he was quite handsome himself, were both unmarried and very well off for all of their late parents' money had went to them. How easily humans believed lies never stopped amazing Meg, but lies were always a part of who they were. Carlisle had taught her this soon after she had first "awoke" to her new life. Her savor, as she first thought of him, had found her lying in a field after being struck by lightening; she would have died if not for Carlisle's venom. The lightening had somehow remained in her and given her the power she now had as a vampire- complete control of electricity.

Meg now sat by the window for once, reading as usual. "How long do you believe the clouds will hold?" She asked not looking up, though unable to keep the hopeful note out of her voice.

"It's impossible to tell." Carlisle answered calm as always, glancing up from his own book. Meg looked out the window.

"There's no sense in wasting a day like this." She said more to herself. She stood, graceful as any vampire, and sighed a bit. Meg missed the old fashions that she had wore when they had stayed with the Volturi 60 years ago, the large American dresses and parasols seemed a bit to much to her. "I believe I'll go for a walk."

"Be careful, we have only been here a week, Megara." Carlisle said, and then checked his pocket watch.

"Meg." She corrected sharply, he always used her full name to either annoy her or to sound more like a father.

"Our shift at the hospital starts in 3 hours." Carlisle reminded.

"I won't be late." Meg promised as she tied on that ridiculous bonnet that she had to wear and picked up her parasol.

"Don't use you're powers, any of them." He said turning back to his book.

"I won't." She mumbled rolling her eyes as she exited the house. If she took a two hour walk, went back, and changed into her nursing dress (which was far more practical and comfortable.), then took her time getting to the hospital, Meg would still arrive on time.

Meg entered the hospital, on time of course, and located Carlisle easily on the second floor getting ready to start his rounds. A few heads turned as she walked by the other doctors in the corridor, she ignored it; after over a 100 years of getting use to her vampire appearance it was easy to disregard the unwanted stares. Besides, humans could feel that she was somehow dangerous, even if their blind eyes failed to see it.

"Did you have a pleasant walk?" Carlisle asked when Meg had reached his side, his way of asking if she had gotten into or caused trouble.

"Uneventful. Like always, brother." She assured. She glanced down the ward they were standing before. "There's more then yesterday."

"The influenza is spreading with more haste then I had thought." Was the only reply Carlisle gave as they started down the ward. This ward was full of the humans who had just come in during the day; they were just starting to have symptoms. More then three fourths of them would be moved to a dying ward by the end of the week, if not sooner.

They went from patient to patient seeing what the problem was, it was always the same – influenza – and if they could do anything to make them more comfortable. Near the end of the ward were a mother and son with the same bright green eyes and bronze hair. The father, Carlisle told Meg, had died in the first wave of the virus.

Meg smiled politely as Carlisle asked if they were feeling any better that evening. The woman, Elizabeth, answered 'no', but her son's piecing eyes were on Meg. He looked about her "age", around 17, possibly even 18.

"I haven't seen you here before." He said calmly, his voice was soft as if he had not used it in a long while. "I'm Edward Masen."

Meg opened her mouth to reply, but Edward coughed badly and sent a clear current of his scent right toward her. Every muscle in Meg's body tightened as the intoxicating smell reached her nose, already prepared to attack the poor boy. He would probably die a far more pleasant death then her draining his body dry of its blood. Not once in the past 108 years had she came so close to killing a human. Meg glanced at Carlisle; panic easy to see in her warm amber eyes. She tried to fit everything she was unable to say into that small, but her "brother's" answering look was only that of confusion.

"Excuse me." Meg managed to force out in whisper to Carlisle, before she started holding her breath. She all but ran for the door, not glancing back; no if she had looked back at that green eyed boy she would not have been able to control herself for long. She ran swiftly out of the hospital, not using her vampire speed though, as promised.

Safe at home, Meg began to pace in the living room. How could this have happened to her?! She was a good vampire! She had never harmed a human and never would if she could help it.

A singer! In the 125 years she had been alive, or at least in a since of the word, she had never smelled anything as pure and appetizing as his blood. All she had was a mane and those amazing green eyes that seemed both innocent and dangerous all at once. The haunted her.

How helpless he had looked. Meg's thoughts now turned to a far less troublesome topic. How bad was his influenza? Did he have a day? A week? Maybe even a mouth? Would she go back tomorrow and find her problem solved for her by merciful Death? Meg hoped not, but was that truly her or the monster inside her that lusted for his blood? She honestly did not know. Could she learn not to notice Edward Masen's scent as she had all other human blood? Did she even have enough time to learn?

"Meg?" Carlisle's concerned voice called the younger vampire out of her spiraling thoughts; she had been pacing for the past 10 hours and hadn't noticed him entering the house. "What happened? Are you alright?"

"In a word? No." Meg replied, finally dropping into a chair, though she wasn't at all tired. "The boy at the hospital, Edward, he is my singer…"

Carlisle looked mildly surprised, "You did the right thing by leaving, Megara. None of us no when, where, or if ever they will find a singer," He said gently. "You do not have to return to the hospital if you wish."

"Will I be able to over come this?"

Carlisle wavered enough for Meg to see. "It is possible with practice, I suppose."

"How much time does he have?" Why cause herself unnecessary pain if he was going to be dead in a night or two?

"Three weeks at most, if he doesn't take a turn for the worse."

She nodded slowly. She could do this, she would. Small steps would be the key, talking for a moment or two, seeing him as Edward Masen, not just his blood.

Yes, Meg could do this.