Hi!! Sorry it's been so long, I was out of town and computerless. However, I am back now and ready to write more. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far. I'm going to try and make this chapter longer, I've gotten a few complaints about that. Enjoy!!
Carlisle's POV
I knew something was wrong the moment my children pulled into the driveway. They were all silent and I could smell human blood. Edward, Alice and Rosalie ran into the house.
"Carlisle," Edward cried in a rush, "we need your help! We found a girl by the roadside, she's hurt, we need you to heal her." Just then, Emmett came in, walking at a slow human pace, holding a human in his muscular arms. The sight of her almost broke my undead heart. She was covered with blood, her clothes in tatters, gasping for air.
"Lay her here Emmett," I said pointing to the couch, "Alice, get my bag please." Before I'd even finished the sentence, my pixie like daughter was next to the couch, black bag in hand. Emmett gently placed the girl on the sofa, and it was then I got a good look at her. She was small, with big brown eyes, shaped like my sons, and they had the same hair color.
"Her name is Emily McCarty and she's fifteen," Edward whispered, reading my mind, "I think she related to Emmett." I nodded before continuing my evaluation. I could tell it would be no good though. Her ribs were broken, and one had punctured her heart. I could smell it. There was lots of fresh blood coming from the area. I explained this to my family. Esme began to weep softly. I knew she felt so much compassion for the child.
"Carlisle," Emmett whispered, "can you…" he trailed off. I knew what he wanted of me.
"You wish to damn her to this half life?!" his wife, my beautiful daughter screamed, and Emmett nodded.
"She's a McCarty. She'll want to stay alive no matter what. She's a fighter, I can tell. Please Carlisle!" he begged.
I was skeptical. "Emmett," I began, "are you sure you just don't me to bite her because you want information about your family?" He shook his head.
"Carlisle," Alice said, ''I had a vision. Emily will be a wonderful addition to our family."
"With all the time we are wasting by arguing, her life is slipping is slipping away," said Esme quietly, "Her heart might stop beating before you can bite her. She can decide after the transformation if she wishes to live like this. Please Carlisle. I don't want to see her die."
Esme's words were the catalyst I needed. "Very well," I told the family, "I will bite her. We'll need ice packs, lots of them, a comfy place to do it and I'll need someone in the room with me to help me."
"I'll go," said Emmett, "I know I can handle it." I nodded at my son.
"We'll do it in my room," I informed the family, picked Emily up and running her to the bedroom Esme and I shared. I placed her on the bed, Emmett right beside me. The rest of the family was downstairs, away from the blood. Slowly, I sank my teeth into her wrists. The sweet human blood filled my mouth. The blood tasted like Emmett's had, so many years ago. It was delicious. I spat it out. I must not get carried away. I bit her neck and ankles as well, hoping to spread the venom quicker that way. She screamed, crying out in pain.
"It burns," she cried, writhing in agony. She looked me in the eye. "Help me," she yelled, "Make it stop!" I put the ice packs on the bites, hoping to nub the pain a bit. It seemed to help; her yelling subsided a bit. Emmett gently poured some water down her throat.
"I thought it'd b sore from all the screaming," he explained, putting the water jug back on the floor. I knew it was going to be a long, hard three days. How had I let my wife and children talk me into ending the life of such a young girl?
