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Chapter Three:

Maybe Everything Will Be Alright

Brilliant crimson irises connected with my own topaz set, and I was suddenly reminded of the first time I had seen eyes like these. Edward again came to my mind and I almost said his name, but caught myself just in time. "Isabella," I greeted kindly, smiling at her. She was beautiful. Everything that a father would wish in their child. Long, flowing mahogany hair drifted down her back and slid around in impossibly silky waves as she sat up and stared around at the room, seemingly overcome with the simplicity and the beauty of it. Her skin was a flawless white and she had a small, delicate looking frame. Her hands reached out in front of her, as if she meant to stretch taunt muscles after a night's rest. Her thin fingers strained and then relaxed, small hands coming back to rest at her sides as she surveyed me.

"Who are you?"

Her voice, melodic in sound, broke the somewhat tense air that filled the room. She bit her lip, as if in nervousness. "I am Dr. Carlisle Cullen," I started. "I was assigned to your case after Dr. Snow had to leave on a family emergency."

She looked at me thoughtfully for a few minutes, emotions flashing through her eyes so fast that I couldn't recognize any of them. Then, finally, "Why am I not dead?"

My breath hitched in my throat. I knew I would have to answer this question, I had to answer it with every single person I had changed, but this felt different. It felt like the first time all over again, the first time I had to tell someone I was a vampire. Emotions were flying through me and I felt disoriented. "Please, try to believe me," I begged. "Everything I tell you now is completely and utterly true." Isabella nodded for me to continue. "Isabella, the reason that you are not dead at this very moment is that my family and I are vampires. I bit you in the hospital and the three days in which you felt like fire was burning through your veins was actually my venom running through your body."

She looked at me again, face expressionless. "So, what you're trying to say is I'm a vampire?"

I nodded, relieved that she had seemed to have taken the news so well. I immediately berated myself as she did something that Edward had also done when faced with the news.

She laughed.

Long and loud she laughed, the sound like harmonious church bells as the reverberation of her hysterics bounced off the walls and surrounded me in a cloud of laughter, the sounds causing me to become even more disoriented. It was just like being back in 1918 again as she accused, "You must be mad, a vampire? Aren't they supposed to have red eyes and only be able to come out at night?" She gestured to the window, which revealed that it was clearly daytime. "Tell me the truth," she demanded, eyes daring me to contradict her statements.

I sighed. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought. "I'm not lying, nor do I think I'm insane yet. Look at yourself in a mirror if you do not believe me." I nodded towards a door that led to the bathroom. She looked at me suspiciously before standing up cautiously and walking to the bathroom. The second she disappeared into the bathroom I heard a loud scream and suddenly she was before me, not even looking startled by her vampire speed. Anger flashed in her red eyes and contorted her features, making her soft face sharp and somehow even more devastatingly beautiful.

"Why," she asked, "did you do this to me? Did you not once think that I wanted to die?!"

I gasped and leaned back, out of my chair and standing at once. How could this young, fifteen year old girl want to die? She had everything in life ahead of her and she resented the fact that she was able to live. "W-what?" I stuttered out. Maybe I had made a mistake. Because this seemed to be turning out just like how Edward's turned out. And his situation did not have a happy ending.

"You heard me. I was ready to go, I wanted to leave! Between Renee's secret boyfriend and everyone else in this miserable little town, it was enough to make me want to die! Only now I can't, thanks to you." I heard her mutter under her breath something that I clearly wasn't suppose to hear, but did nonetheless, "And now I don't have a soul."

I was aghast. How could she believe she had no soul? It was exactly like Edward. It was too much for me. I strode over to her, ignoring her obvious reluctance to get anywhere near me as I took her face in my hands and made her look me in the eye. "What makes you think you have no soul?" I had to address this, had to change her mind. To save her from ending like Edward.

"I'll have to kill. I won't have a soul after that." She looked away.

I suddenly embraced her and rested my cheek against the top of her head. She struggled for a few moments before becoming still again, tense beneath my arms. "You don't have to kill, Isabella. You can be like the rest of my family and I. We drink from animals. You still will have a soul. Even if you chose not to feed from animals you still would."

She buried her face into my shirt and I had a feeling that she would be crying if she could.

Maybe I hadn't made a mistake. Maybe Isabella could help me from my depression. Maybe everything would be alright.

Little did I know that everything I had ever worked for would go downhill. And soon.