Carlisle was shocked at what he had just done.
"What's happening to me?" I gasped, struggling for air, no thanks to the venom. I was still in agony, I could tell.
"Oh, Lord."
"Carlisle, tell me what's going on."
"You're going to become a newborn vampire." He said softly, barely audible.
"Vampires are just myths, though."
"No, we're not. You must keep this a secret."
"I will guard it with my life, Carlisle." I said softly. I had been right about his vampirism. I wasn't scared, though. I looked into his eyes. "How long will I be in pain?"
"A few days before the… disease sets in." he said. He seemed uncomfortable, so he walked to the window, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. He didn't turn to face me.
"How long have you been a vampire?"
"I was born in London, England in the 1640's, the son of an Anglican pastor. I was twenty three years old when I was turned into a vampire." he explained, and he sighed. I gasped harshly, the pain getting worse. Sobs of pain wracked my body, and I curled up in the foetal position. I calmed down momentarily. I was now scared.
"Carlisle, am I going to die?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"In a sense, yes, but you will be reborn a vampire. You will join my clan, and I do have one thing to ask you."
"What's that?"
"Will you become mother to my adopted children?"
"Yes, of course."
"Physically, I look twenty-three, but I am three-hundred-and-sixty-five years old, as a vampire. You will be the same. Our kind cannot bear children, and because of this, as I have always been the sort of person who wants a family, I have adopted. We will have to marry, to make it look like we are a family."
"Yes, I understand completely."
"As a newborn vampire, you may have a craving for human blood, and that is acceptable in a newborn, but my family and myself consider ourselves as vegetarians, because we only drink the blood of animals." he explained, walking over to the side of my bed.
"Carlisle, you must need human blood though, because if you didn't, you wouldn't have bit me."
"I need it periodically from time to time, but since I turned Emmett into a vampire in 1935, I haven't turned anyone else. Because I've been in the medical profession for so long, the smell of blood hardly bothers me now. That is because I have been resisting the temptation for over three hundred years. I decided to become a doctor to help people, others who might have died if I hadn't stepped in. Right, I have to get on now, but I will be back later on to check on you." he said, and just before he vacated the room, I spoke up.
"Carlisle." I said, and he turned back around.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I know we haven't known each other very long at all, but I've been having these... feelings for you."
"I know. I've been feeling the same way. For half an hour after my shift ended when you were unconscious, I used to sit beside your bed, holding your hand. I was the one who took care of you all the time, I came in half an hour early to see if you had woken, every single day. I wouldn't let anyone else take care of you, I was protective."
"So, I'm twenty-two, right, does that mean I will stay twenty-two?"
"In human years, yes, but as a vampire, you will still age, although you will still look twenty-two. Myself and my family will teach you the ropes and everything you need to know, and it is most likely you will become a vegetarian vampire like the rest of us, it's just you will find it easier as time goes on. Jasper, the most recent example, finds it very hard to be around human blood because he is the newest vampire in my clan."
"I understand."
"Don't tell anyone, but I will discharge you tonight and will wait for you outside until everything is still. We're due for a storm, according to the weather reports. The storm may be loud enough so that no-one will hear you."