First Sight

This was the time of day when I wished I had stayed running my family's business in London.

Grand rounds.

I couldn't imagine how life could be any more monotonous, than walking at a snail's pace around the hospital, watching doctors and medical students alike struggle to diagnose patients and present treatment possibilities, that my nine-year-old cousin could spew out in her sleep. If there was a way to atone for the sins of my ancestors, this ought to be it.

I stared blankly at the ECG heart rate monitor, imagining different patterns in the ECG strip that would cause panic among the attending hospital staff. It was my attempt of tuning out the babbling voices of my peers around me. It seldom worked.

Humans. Always babbling.

Today, the attending nurses were consumed with the addition of a hot, new surgeon to the medical staff at this hospital. I hadn't seen him yet, but I'm positive any high functioning, intelligent individual would consider the good doctor plain. However, the excitement of this new arrival was predictable. The staff at Mercy Hospital were highly caffeinated, tightly wound individuals with their primary focus only ever on one aspect of life; sex. Basically, they were high school teenagers.

High school. God, I hated that place.

"Blood."

I turned my head instinctively towards the sound of the voice that had whispered the word. A reflex reaction.

"She needs more blood Carlisle."

I sighed. What was I thinking? I was in a hospital afterall. I was probably just hearing a conversation between two surgeons in the OR. Nothing remotely strange about that.

'Get it together, Blaire.' I thought to myself.

I went back to staring at the ECG monitor; my peers still rambling on the perfect diagnosis for the patient. Idiots. If I had to stand in this spot any longer waiting for someone to say Paget's DIsease, I was going to scream.

"Paget's Diseases!" A short, Asian medical student shouted out confidently.

'Finally, you moron.' I sighed. Now they were going to take another fifteen minutes to figure out treatment for the patient.

I hate my life.

"Carlisle, we can't take her hunting this often. It will raise suspicion among the locals. She needs blood. "

There was that voice again. This time I knew it wasn't two surgeons arguing about their unconscious patient. Could it be?

Without thinking, I left my group of eager beaver wannabe doctors, and started moving towards the direction of the voice. As I grew closer, the conversation became easier to hear.

"Edward, we have blood on reserve at home. I can't take any from here. I only started here yesterday. " This voice was calmer than the first, more mature. I assumed he was the new surgeon.

"She's gone through it all. We need more, Carlisle."

This Edward sounded panicked, distressed, and for some reason all I wanted to do was comfort him. Strange. I never felt any emotional attachment to anyone. Human or otherwise.

"My hands are tied, son. I'm sorry. "

I was now in eyesight of the two strangers. The new surgeon was young, younger than any of the other surgeons on staff here; possibly in his late 20s to early 30s. He had beautiful blond hair, and immaculate skin, and was more beautiful than any human I had ever laid eyes on, but he wasn't the one who made me catch my breath.

The other one, Edward. He possessed the same immaculate skin as the good doctor, but with disheveled bronze hair. His eyes sparkled under the fluorescent light of the hospital hallway; a strange gold like colour. He wasn't as carefully put together as the one called Carlisle either. Still panicked at whatever was going on in his life, he was pacing. I watched amusingly as Carlisle tried to provide him with alternatives to his problem, but he was adamant on his solution.

I was gawking. I couldn't understand how this stranger could make me want to comfort him yet laugh during his moment of displeasure.

"You know stealing blood from the hospital is illegal right?" I smirked. They both spun around to face me, mouth dropped and eyes widened in terror.

'How much did she hear?' Edward thought.

I could hear his thoughts. This was priceless.

"Vampires and thieves?"

More terror struck their faces. Carlisle, examined me, probably trying to determine what species I was. I could see the confusion slowly creep across his face. Edward was pacing, again.

"I gotta go." He whispered to Carlisle before spinning on his heels and racing out. Carlisle stared at me for a moment longer, nodded, then walked down the opposite hallway.

Amusing. Very amusing. Life in Whitby may be fun after all.