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Carlisle's POV

I had just finished my shift at the hospital, and I was preparing to go home, when I heard voices outside the hospital. I used my vampire hearing to listen to what they were saying.

"…looks like she jumped off the cliff." One person was saying.

"Is she still alive?" another human asked the first.

"Barely. It looks like there's no way that she can be revived. It's too late for her. We'd best just take her straight to the morgue." The first replied and I held my breath in shock. A human woman had jumped from a cliff and is barely alive. I decided to investigate. I waited until the humans had left for the morgue before I followed stealthily. I stood behind a tree until I saw the humans leave, looking grave as they walked away. I quickly ran towards the entrance of the morgue, walking inside.

The first thing I could smell was blood. And lots of it. Then I heard the faint heartbeat. I followed the sound and saw what would've been quite a beautiful woman, save for all the blood caked to her face, lying there, cuts covering every inch of her body, and blood still spewing from the cuts, while it was obvious that every bone in her body was broken, by the way she was twisted, even when laid out straight. Her chest was barely rising and falling with every breath, and I could hear her heart slowing by the second. Eventually she would die.

I looked carefully at her heart-shaped face and caramel hair and suddenly I couldn't think of anything other than to save her.

But the humans were right; there was nothing that could be done for her. Nothing except to…no, I couldn't finish that thought. I'd already turned one person into a vampire, and to do this to someone like this was almost unthinkable.

As I hesitated, the strange attraction that I felt towards this woman strengthened, while her heart did the exact opposite.

Suddenly I was decided. I had to turn her. There was no other way around it. I sighed, whispered in her ear "sorry" and bit her throat. I felt her delicate skin tear underneath my teeth and her warm blood spill into my mouth. I was tempted to drain her of every last drop of this life-giving liquid, but I had to remain in control.

Eventually I took my mouth from her throat and lifted her into my arms. I heard her heart speed up as my venom reached it, and knew it was time to go home.

With this woman in my arms I ran home at inhuman speed, arriving at the house within minutes. I walked into the living room and lay the woman on the couch, tending to her various injuries.