Characters belongs to Stephenie Meyer. This is just a fanmade story by me.

Yepyep. New chapter. In this one you'll get the transformation, and Carlisle's story. Excited?? I hope you are!

Other random news.. Got hairdye today! WOO! I'ma wanting orange, but as that's really, really difficult to find (might even be impossible) we had to get some other one, but it'll hopefully make my hair more orange than blonde (like I am now) anyways. Yaysers if I'll have orange hair by tomorrow night! Whoop! =D

And the dates.. made 'em up. Although, I know the Spanish Flu broke out in the US in August-September, so I just went with that sort of.

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Chapter 2

September 24th, 1918

When I woke up later I found myself in a darker room, and I realized that I wasn't at the hospital anymore. This room was smaller and there was barely any light here. The curtains hung loosely from the windows above my head.

I didn't have enough strength to move around and examine my surroundings properly. I could only look.

The walls were white, but the lack of light made them look more grey. I turned my head real carefully and saw an old wooden chair beside my bed. I wondered who had been sitting there, and watching me as I'd been sleeping. I had no one left, and so who could possibly be here for me?

As if my question had been heard, the door opened slowly and in stepped a man I knew very well.

Carlisle.

"You're awake, Edward," He looked haggard. Weary. Stressed. And his voice was of mild surprise.

I wanted to answer him, but I was too tired to.

My chest rose and fell under the thin, white bedsheets, and I could feel my heart beat slowly and irregularly. I knew I barely had any time left. I could feel it, that my body would soon cave and surrender. I would die soon, and leave everything behind.

Carlisle approached me cautiously, and sat himself down on the chair next to me.

"Edward," he said, a tint of sadness coloring his gentle voice. "I'm so sorry."

What happened next surprised me, as he pretty much attacked me.

A loud gasp erupted from my throat, and I could feel something sink into my neck, and something warm spreading on my skin in the same area.

My body arched upwards, and I screamed whilst two strong arms held me down.

A fierce rusty, and salty, smell was making it's way up into my nostrils, and I was close to fainting from it. It almost took over.

I felt my pulse quicken vehemently in anticipation. The pain that hit me was excruciatingly unbearable and all I could do was scream. The natural instinct to such pain was to fight back, but I felt as if my senses had gone numb. I couldn't move. I wanted to, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't. The searing pain that consumed me never eased, it almost intensified in a way. I kept wishing for death all the time, to just let me go into oblivion.

Or perhaps this was death? It wasn't like I had imagined it though.

Everything was black, but somehow still on fire. Everything was burning, my body was burning, my mind was burning. All of it was burning. But, still, I was in total darkness.

The abyss that I was in was screaming of the hollowness it contained. I wanted out. I begged to the empty place to just let me go. I wanted to be free, I wanted to die.

I just wanted it all to be over.

September 26th, 1918

After what felt like forever the pain finally started to fade away into nothingness. It still resided within me, but it was not as unbearable like before. I felt relieved now that I was free from my emprisonment. My mind could now focus on other things besides the agony I was in. I could start thinking about where I was, as I was pretty sure I wasn't dead yet. This was neither Heaven nor Hell. It was either Limbo, or something else I didn't know yet, but would perhaps find out later.

Now that I was away from the abyss, my mind was sharp, and my senses were stronger. I could hear someone nearby, and I wondered briefly who it was. But then I heard his voice as if it was right next to me, whispering into my ear.

Did I do it wrong?.... I hope he'll forgive me for this.... I promised her I would take care of him.... What have I done?

I recognized the voice, even if it was panicking, but I just couldn't place it. I knew that I knew him but I didn't have a face and a name for the man beside me.

"Edward?" The male asked hesitantly. "Can you hear me?"

I wanted to say "Yes", or at least nod. But I couldn't. My mind was free from the prison, but my limbs were not. They were still screaming for freedom, like my mind had done before. When would I get away? Would I even get away? I needed answers, and somehow I knew that the man that was so close by me had them for me. He knew what caused me this pain. Was he perhaps the reason behind it?

No. He was good. I knew he was. The tone of his voice was cautious, but gentle. Caring. He cared for me.

September 27th, 1918

I stayed unconscious for another day – I could tell by the ticking of the clock nearby – and when I woke up it was very bright outside. Morning by the looks of it. The sun had just come up.

The pain was gone and I sighed in relief. Finally, I was free!

My eyes were not used to it yet, after the constant darkness, but when they did, I was met by such brightness I was stunned. Everything was just so..clear!

I saw everything. Every little dustparticle in between the floorboards; every crack in the walls' tapestry; every scratch on the windows.

And then I saw him.

He was standing by the threshold, observing me with a cautious look upon his pale face. I was sure he hadn't looked like this the last time I saw him, as he was even more handsome now than before. Every feature on his face was flawless, and I was literally speechless at the sight of him.

He was an angel.

There was too much to process for me right now. I felt like I was going to pass out, but I didn't. Somehow, and I surely didn't know why, I just couldn't. I hadn't heard this, or anything, but I just knew it. My mind missed the very much needed information, but my body did not. It was so much more up to date than me.

My movements were made also approxitamely three quarters of a second after I'd even considered moving myself around. It reacted instantly, and it wasn't like I was used to. My body ruled over my mind, even if it had perhaps come further. Was it always going to be like this? My mind being undermined by the more animalistic needs that I now felt?

I could feel my throat burning, aching. It was longing for something, but I didn't know what. It wasn't like a need for sugar, oh no. It was much more craving than that. This thirst took over my senses, it took over everything. I was almost blinded by its intensity.

"Are you hungry?" The man, that I now knew was Carlisle, my doctor, asked gently from the other side of the room.

"Thirsty is more like it." The voice that spoke surprised me. It was me, but yet it wasn't. I knew it was my own, but it had a musical ring to it, one it hadn't had before. It was more velvet, and more singing than before. What was going on?

My mind had changed; my senses had changed; my feelings had changed. Even my voice had changed. What more was different for me now? Perhaps everything?

But no, I still felt like me. I was still myself. My personality stayed intact, but everything else was altered in me.

The thirst was getting to be almost unbearable. It raged inside me, and it begged me to satiate it, to ease it. But I didn't know what my body wanted though. When I thought about having a nice steak – my family was quite wealthy – I was more or less repulsed. It was odd. It was the same thing when I thought about those little sweets that I used to buy at one of the stalls in the town market. It used to be my favorite, and I couldn't get enough of them, which my mother found quite endearing. But now, when I thought about them, I wanted to throw up. The very thought of eating them made me feel sick to my stomach.

What was going on?

He's thirsty already..

Now, this was even more odd. I heard him, but his mouth didn't move as he spoke. Tilting my head, I looked at him curiously. Was he perhaps one of those showartists? What did they call them.. mimes? No.. ventriloquists! That was it. But he was a doctor though, so how could he have the time for that? And why would he even do that now? It didn't make any sense.

He must want it, right? What else would he want?

"Aren't you going to ask me what I want directly?" I questioned, watching him carefully. For the first time after the strange sight, his lips parted and he spoke to me, his voice seemingly even more inhumane; "Edward, I'm so sorry.." It was cautious, careful. Nervous even. What did he have to be nervous about?

Was this the right thing to do?

Suddenly I saw my mother again, her face was pained and she pleaded with me(?). But I quickly realized, though, that it wasn't actually me that she was talking to.

It was Carlisle.

"You must do everything in your power. What others cannot do, that is what you must do for my Edward."

Her green eyes were hard as emeralds as she struggled for survival, and soon after she'd pleaded with him she fell into unconsciousness. It hurt me to see her in that state, knowing how she'd looked in her final hour.

I swallowed hard, but was once again reminded of the deep burning feeling in my throat. It was almost like an itch, but much fiercer. This itch would never ease.

Did she really want this for him? An immortal life..?

Immortal?

I was immortal?

Carlisle was immortal?

"Why are you sorry?" I decided to ask instead, to back it up a bit. I needed answers, and I needed them now. But, still, I couldn't forget those words he had just "spoken".

I was immortal.

I wasn't going to die.

I was going to live forever!

"I'm sorry I was so selfish.." Carlisle said sadly, his hands covering his face in shame.

In an oddly swift movement my hand was on his shoulders, in a comforting manner.

"You saved my life, didn't you?" I asked, already knowing the answer, but I needed to hear them properly. I needed to see those words come from his lips.

I suddenly realized that those words he'd spoken earlier, that never came from his mouth, was his thoughts.

I could hear his thoughts.

I could read his mind, and that was how I'd seen my mother again.

Okay.. did I actually hear myself now? I think I'm going crazy.. Read minds?

I shrugged, trying to get rid of such thoughts, as I removed my hand from his shoulder.

"Define save.." Carlisle replied, his face still hidden behind his pale hands.

"Will you tell me what I am?" I asked as I quickly sat up in my bed.

"Vampire," he whispered, and I swear I stopped breathing then.

Vampire.

Vampire?

VAMPIRE?!

I was a vampire? One of those creatures in the old folklores? No way.. Come on, who was he kidding?

I stared at him with raised eyebrows, and it seemed like he could tell that I was suspicious as he looked up at me with an apologetic smile, lightening his pale face ever so little.

"Are you joking?" I gasped.

"I wish I was."

"Are you telling me that we're vampires? That you're a vampire? That I'm a vampire?" I questioned, not believing any of this at all. It was just ridiculous. I had never taken Dr Cullen for a jokster, but I guess I was wrong. And that would be for the first time in my life! "You're pulling my leg, aren't you?"

"Afraid not, son."

Son?

"Who are you calling son?"

"I created you, Edward. I'm not sorry I did, but I'm hesitant if it was the right time to change someone. You're the first human I've ever bitten, you know.."

"First human?"

"You see, Edward," Carlisle began, his voice much calmer now. More confident, and it was because I hadn't flipped out like he thought I would do in the beginning. And also because he truly believed in his words now. "I'm not like any other vampire. I live off of animals, and I've never tasted humanblood before. By resisting it I've been able to do what I've always wanted, and that is to become a doctor. And I am one now, as you know."

I could tell he was proud, as his voice was of mild triumph. He felt strong by resisting the temptation humans held for him. For us both now.

He truly was more angel than man. I stared at him, at this unselfish man that would deny his own nature for others' safety. He would work day after day, side by side, with the humans he longed for.

"I'm sorry," he said again, and I frowned at him.

"What for?"

"For keeping you from dinner," he smiled. "And Edward, it's your choice. Your life." His smile faded a little by that, as he got up to leave.

I won't pressure him. It's his decision, and no matter how much I've wanted company, I won't try to control him. If he wants this, then he'll choose it. I guess I'll have to wait and see what he does choose though. I hope he chooses what he wants for himself, even if I want him to stay myself.

He wanted me to stay with him.

"Will you be my mentor?" I asked him eagerly, as he reached the door.

Maybe I wouldn't become a doctor, because I didn't think I would manage what he did with the same ease, but perhaps he could help me out with this new life.

"Your mentor?" He turned around, smiling, barely showing off his teeth.

"Yeah," I smiled back.

"You have to help me, Carlisle." I pleaded. "Will you hunt with me?"

"After the sun has set, Edward. Okay?"

He was proud of me. He felt happy that I was going to try and follow his diet.

"Okay." I agreed. It seemed reasonable to wait for tonight, as we couldn't be out in the sunlight. I knew that.

He walked out of the room and left me alone to think, to try and grasp all of this. To come to terms with it.

Surprisingly, I was fine with it, that he had changed me into one of his kind. I found it exciting in a way.

I wondered idly if I had some sort of superstrength or something like that now. It would be quite fascinating, wouldn't it?

I decided to try and see.

Slowly I walked out of the bedroom I was in, and came out to a corridor with only one other door at the end. The banister was right in front of me, and I could see right down to the hallway downstairs. The stairs were just to my left. A chandelier was hanging in the air in front of me, above the hallway. It was dimly golden. Not real gold, just painted.

I didn't know what I'd expected whenever I thought about where he actually went when he got off his shifts, but I guess this fitted him. After all, he was a doctor and I knew they weren't especially wealthy.

But, still, it sort of surprised me.

I could hear someone turning a page in a book from downstairs, and I realized Carlisle was reading. A book about medicin, as far as I could tell from his thoughts. He was trying to figure out what caused the illness my mother and father had died from, and I could feel my insides aching from the loss of them.

Again with the thoughts! I'm not a mind-reader. I'm not crazy..

I tried telling myself I was just imagining it, but a part of me (the bigger part) told me that I was right about this, too. But, how would I ever explain that to Carlisle? He'd think I was crazy, too! And I didn't want to go to one of the azylums, like the really crazy people did.

I walked carefully down the stairs, knowing he heard my every step; he decided to let me be alone, to explore the house on my own.

The steps barely creeked below my weight, like I would've thought they would, but I couldn't think much about that though, seeing as fast as I thought about going down the wooden staircase, I suddenly found myself already on the bottom of it, facing a long mirror.

The face that looked back at me was pale; as pale as a dead person's skin. And there were purple bruises below the eyes, which were of a deep red color. Like blood.

Hesitantly I reached my white hands up to touch my face, which looked very much like marble.

The skin was hard, yet soft in a way.

My hair was different as well. I'd had more of a brown color before, but now it was a deep bronze. I drew my hand through it, and was surprised by the fact that it felt exactly the same way it had done before, when I'd been human.

I'd always been described as a very handsome, young man when I'd been human, and so I wondered what I was now. Was I still even remotely as handsome as before?

"The red fades away after about a year. Turns crimson." Carlisle said, standing in the threshold of what seemed to be a study. "But when you drink animalblood they turn a more butterscotch. You'll get used to it." He gave me a weak smile.

"Oh." I turned back to the mirror, and studied my face further.

So different.. I wonder if I'll ever really get used to it..

Carlisle turned back towards the study, and I decided to follow him.

The study was a small room on the left side of the hallway, with bookshelves upon bookshelves around the whole room. It almost looked like a library.

He sat down on the chair behind the desk and continued to read while casting glances at me every now and then, trying to assess my feelings, while I looked at all the books in the room. There were just so many!

"Have you read all of these?" I asked him, while fingering on the titles before me.

"Yes," He chuckled lightly, looking up. "I've even reread some of them."

"How've you managed that? What are you, 20 years old?" I raised an eyebrow at him, but he just continued to laugh.

"Edward, you're forgetting something.." He smiled one of those understanding smiles.

"Oh, yeah." I felt stupid now.

"Do you wish me to tell you my story?" He asked, laying his book aside.

I took the recliner in the corner, and sat down, listening intently to him.

He started off with telling me that he was born in the late 1640's, in England, and about his father who'd been an Anglican pastor.

Back then the hunt for such creatures, as me and Carlisle, and witches and werewolves, were common. And one night, Carlisle had found a real vampire, and he was bitten himself. He knew society would kill him if they found him like that and so he went into hiding. The disgust he felt made him try various methods of killing himself, but nothing worked.

He started starving himself as he couldn't possibly imagine himself ever killing human being, and so after months of starvation and a burning throat that wished to be satiated, he felt desperate. Though, instead of humans, he found a flock of passing deer, and attacked them.

He admitted that it didn't fully satisfy his needs, but they had been good enough. And so he set out to try and resist humanblood completely.

".. And as you know, I have." Carlisle concluded.

I was so engrossed by his story that I just gaped at him.

"Are there more of us?" I asked after a few seconds had passed.

"Yes," he nodded. "But not many."

"Where do they live?"

"Well, after a few years I set out to travel. To see the world, and hoping to find others of our kind. I swam across the English Channel, afraid to go on the ferry; afraid to accidentally attack a human.."

"You swam across the English Channel?" I interrupted, my mouth hanging open. "When was this?"

He smiled, seeming to enjoy this.

"Early 1800's," he said calmly. "And, after I'd swum across it, I started travelling by foot. It took me awhile, but eventually I came to Italy. Before Italy I'd been in France, and even Switzerland.

I met a few other vampires while visiting those countries, and even made a few friends there. I haven't talked to most of them in a very, very long while though. Almost 100 years," he chuckled. "Time sure flies by. But anyway, the vampires I met along the way told me of a place called Volterra, in Italy. That's where the Volturi live."

"Who's the Volturi?" I asked, curious as to why Carlisle spoke their name with such reverence and respect.

"The Volturi's kind of like the vampire community's royalty."

"Royalty?" My mouth popped open in surprise. "Why are they like royalty to us?"

"Son, there are quite a few rules for us, and they keep us in check. Follow them, and you'll just be fine."

"What happens if I would accidentally break a rule?" I felt kind of afraid, and nervous about these rules they seemed to have. I didn't even know them yet!

"What are they anyway?"

Carlisle held out his hands – palms facing me. "Calm down, Edward," he said, his musical voice gentle. "Don't get ahead of yourself. The rules are simple, and most of us follow them without any problems at all. Main rule, and you must obey it," his voice was harder now, reprimanding me slightly. Warning me. "Do not expose us to the humans."

I nodded. I could do that.

"Who's in the Volturi?"

"The family consists of 5 vampires altogether. They are Marcus, Caius and Aro. And then there are their wives. Caius' wife Athenodora, and Aro's wife Sulpicia."

"Doesn't Marcus have a wife?" I wondered how come he was all alone there when his brothers had partners of their own. It seemed odd in a way.

"Unfortunately Marcus' wife, Didyme, was killed many years ago. Rumours say that Aro killed her because he didn't wish his sister to be married to Marcus. But I don't know. As I said, they're just rumours. And I don't think Marcus knows about them though, as I heard them while I was in France."

"Oh."

"Yeah," He agreed, nodding. "It's sad. Marcus still grieves her death, and he hasn't changed ever since she passed away. And that was a few centuries ago.."

"How long have they been here?"

"Hm," Carlisle pondered. "I'd say about 3000 years, I think. Something like that."

"Hm.." I murmured, trying to picture that; living for so long. I couldn't see it, yet I would have to someday.

Extraordinary.

I turned my head and looked out the window behind Carlisle. It was dark outside, and I was reminded of the fact we would go hunting now.

My throat began to ache again with thirst, and I looked over at Carlisle's still figure in the chair behind the desk.

He was scribbling something down on a piece of paper. An idea, which he'd try later at the hospital on the people infected by the disease that'd already killed thousands of people.

I would've been one of those thousands myself if it hadn't been for Carlisle. He saved me from a certain death, and I felt as if I owed him in return. But I didn't know how to repay him yet.

"The sun has set," I said and he immediately looked up at me, a smile starting to lighten up his face.

I smiled back.

"Let's go hunt!"

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