Contemplation

Jasper Whitlock Hale looked up from the magazine he had been reading, a small smile twisting his pale pink lips when his finely honed senses alerted him of the return of his soul mate who had left the house a few hours earlier to feed. His hearing which was a few notches above the supernatural mark picked up the rapid 'tap tap' of her feet hitting the ground as she came running. That suggested that she was running towards the Cullen family home at her maximum possible speed which would make her almost invisible to the mortal eyes.

He could almost see her avoid the numerous obstacles in her path without slowing down the least and with an agility that any dancer would kill for. His smile that had graced his face for the past few seconds faded almost instantly when his senses failed to pick up the scent of the blood from the animal she had fed upon mixed with her natural scent, which indicated that she had not fed at all. That could only mean that something had interrupted her hunt and it was serious enough for her to return home unfed. The realization succeeded in bringing about the feeling of worry in him.

When his gift picked up the feelings of excitement and anticipation radiating from his wife, as she broke out of the line of trees it was accompanied by the feeling of confusion. The wild haired woman slowed down considerably once she had entered the lawn and she continued her journey towards their home at a moderate pace, for a vampire at least.

With a questioning look on his scar filled face, he moved away from the door to make way for Alice who breezed past him while gracing him with her usual bright smile.

Jasper watched on as she went straight towards the telephone in the main hall, picked up the receiver and started dialing the numbers rapidly.

Few seconds passed in silence as she waited for the person on the other end to pick up.

"Turn him Carlisle." she spoke in a cheerful tone as if discussing the weather.

Her words had the effect of making every single muscle in his body tense unconsciously.

"I'm quite sure Carlisle." She said with a roll of her pitch eyes "He will die in twenty minutes if you do not do it. So hurry up will you?" and replaced the receiver after she had her reply.

Alice turned towards her husband with an excited look and smiled widely at the numerous expressions flickering across his face.

"Come on Jazz, we have a lot to buy for our new brother." She exclaimed while bouncing on her feet unable to contain her excitement.

Jasper looked at his wife with an incredulous look for a few seconds before he shook his head almost fondly.

"Only after you have fed Alice"

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Carlisle walked through the halls with slow and measured steps, the steady 'tap tap' of his shoes echoing through the almost empty hall. He had his hands folded behind his back as thoughts raced faster than the speed of light within his mind. All of them about the nameless raven haired teenager lying on the bed in the intensive care unit, his mind for all purpose dead to the physical world.

And if his adopted daughter's prediction was wrong and she hardly ever was, then his body will follow its mind within mere minutes of time.

To tell the truth the information didn't surprise him much, considering the sheer number of injuries that the boy had suffered from some kind of fight before being hit by the brown haired woman's mini-van. He considered it to be a miracle that the teen managed to even survive the wounds he had received from whatever fight he had participated in. A fight from which the boy had received the three knives to his chest and the deep gashes on his stomach, or at least that is what Carlisle deducted. Even Rosalie and Emmet's injuries were less extensive and not as fatal as his patient's, and even then they had been moments away from their death when he had turned them.

For him to survive a head on collision with a mini-van that was travelling over fifty miles per hour with the injuries he already suffered from was downright suspicious.

The only explanation that the immortal doctor could come up for the situation after some extensive contemplation was that some kind of supernatural force was keeping the teen alive. It was one of the reasons for his hesitation to turn the teenager to prevent his death. He had no idea know how that particular supernatural force, if there was any in the first place, would act when he bit the boy to inject the venom.

And he considered it to be the least serious of the reasons that his mind had come up with to let the nature run its course and take the teenager to the afterlife, if it even existed.

The most serious of these reasons was the fact that he would be damning the teen to an immortal life without his knowledge, something he had already done twice before in his three centuries of existence and hence was in no mood to repeat if he could help it.

It took Rosalie a while to accept her existence as a vampire and he knew she still had some resentment for being turned without her consent even if she had been almost dead when he had bit her. Emmet on the other hand had accepted the transformation easily and without much ado due to his attitude. He didn't know what the case would be with this boy, would he accept what he had become once he had woken up after the transformation and was able to think clearly or would he resent him for forcibly thrusting him into the unusual and almost cursed life.

The fact that the teen could not go back to his family due to the changes his body had experienced from his transformation would not evoke any positive feelings.

Then there was the treaty that he had made with the Quileute tribe which prevented him or his family from biting another human. If he broke it then would be nothing to stop the tribe of shape-shifters from revealing the existence of his kind to the humans which would result in one of the two things. The first being the massive hunt of their kind by the humans that would lead to the extinction or capture for experimentation for the secret of their powers.

Or else it would lead the total destruction of the Quileute by the Volturi if to keep their existence a secret, something they had been doing for almost two millennia.

All these reasons were more than enough for anyone to not turn the teen into one of them and his mind was telling to do just that.

But his heart told him to do as his daughter had suggested and his heart had never led him astray before, when he was human and after he had became a vampire in the dark, damp and smelly swears of sixteenth century London.

It also helped that Alice's suggestions had always led to a better future for their family.

Carlisle had made the decision to turn the unknown teenager thereby preventing his death before he had even reached the doors of the room that the said teen resided in a comatose state.

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Darcy Mathews had just taken another reading of the mystery patient's vitals when the glass door of the room opened and the handsome Doctor Cullen stepped in, wearing the white doctor's coat over his light blue scrubs and the stethoscope hung around his neck.

"Doctor Cullen." Darcy greeted the man with a small blush on her cheeks, damn her crush on him even if he was married.

"How is he doing Darcy?" Doctor Cullen inquired with his eyes fixed on the teen's slowly breathing form.

"The same Doctor, there has been no noticeable changes in his vitals and no signs of him regaining consciousness." She recited while glancing at the note pad in her hands that she had yet to put away.

The twenty two year old watched the man who was observing the unconscious teen with an unreadable look on his smooth white face for quarter of a minute before he spoke again.

"Why don't you take a break while I check him up?" he suggested.

"Of course doctor." She agreed before placing the notepad on the table besides the bed and left the room with a nod to the doctor who had yet to take his eyes off the teen.

It was only when she was halfway towards the staff lounge that she found it strange that Doctor Cullen had asked her to leave as he had always performed check-ups in the presence of a nurse, but she discarded it after a moment of contemplation chalking up the reason for it as him noticing her near exhausted state.

The fact that he had never once laid his eyes on her to take in her appearance ever since he had entered the room never even popped into her mind.

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Carlisle remained totally still as only someone of his kind could for over ten minutes after the door had closed behind the young nurse. He spent the time watching the unconscious teenager for some kind of sign that would prelude his death which should be happening any second, according to Alice's vision.

With his golden eyes fixed on the young face that was littered with scars, the most noticeable being the one in the lightning bolt on his forehead, he wished that he had Edward's gift of reading minds to learn something about him that would give him some clue on his reaction for being turned into a blood drinking predator.

He hoped that the teen would ultimately accept it.

His musings were interrupted by the sudden and frantic beeping sound emitted by one of the machines hooked up to the teen's body, the heart rate monitor to be more specific.

'It seems that Alice was right, as usual.'

The thought passed through his mind as he noticed the steady decline of his patient's heart beats. He moved with his supernatural speed to unplug power chord from the socket on the wall before the loud alarm could alert half of the hospital and let it fall onto the white tiled floor.

Carlisle was very much aware that the teen was dying from the rhythm of his heart beats, which he could clearly hear as if it was broadcasted through a loudspeaker, thanks to his supernatural hearing. With one last sigh, he steeled himself for the inevitable and moved the hospital gown off one of the teen's thin shoulders to reveal pasty looking skin marred by a single scar, long and jagged in its shape.

The leader of the Olympic coven bowed his head slightly while offering a silent prayer to the Almighty for what he was about to do even as he listened to the steadily weakening heart beats.

"Please forgive me but I cannot let you die."

He whispered when his patient's heart was moments away from stopping and bent forwards, letting the venom pool in his mouth.

Taking a deep breath and thus filling his senses with the teen's unique and mysterious scent, Carlisle bit down gently on his exposed shoulders half way from the neck.

Razor sharp teeth that could cut metal with relative ease broke into the boy's fragile skin with hardly any effort and he started injecting liberal amount of venom into the teen's dying body. Having personally turned four humans in the past, it took him almost no effort to prevent himself from draining the teen dry of his blood.

Carlisle cut off the venom and removed his mouth form the teen's shoulder after ten full seconds and stood back, ready to silence him of any screams that may escape him once the transformation process had started. Though he wasn't wholly certain if the boy would be even able to feel the intense burning sensation of all his cells being reconstructed by the venom since he had never changed a human who was in a comatose state. Even if he could feel it, Carlisle wasn't sure he would be able to move his body due to the amount of morphine that was pumped into the teen's body during his surgery.

But he was prepared to step in, just in case.

A small frown graced his features when nothing happened a few seconds after he had administered the bite.

His brows furrowed together in a small frown when the teen's body remained absolutely still of any movements even after ten whole minutes had passed.

The vampire doctor started to getting worried as the clock hit the twenty minute mark after he had bitten into his patients and injected enough venom to turn at least a dozen humans.

When half an hour had passed without any noticeable sign of the transformation, Carlisle took an uncertain step forward to check on the teen. He froze mid step when he heard the teen's heartbeat, which had been beating slower than a funeral march, come to a complete and total stop.

Chapter End

A.N: Sorry for the cliffhanger people, I will post the next chapter as soon as possible.