Carlisle could only look down at the dying woman with sympathy. A pleading, desperate look was in her eyes. He thought back to the words she muttered only moments ago, before a coughing fit. 'Save my son.' But would he? Could he condemn this fate to such a young child, without permission from himself? But the child was dying, and he could only respect that mother's wishes. So he turned to the child and bit down. A wave of sweet, human blood greeted his taste buds and he only wanted to take, more and more. No. He had to turn the child. Forcing himself away, Carlisle forced venom into the wound. He turned back to the mother, who had been quietly judging him with her eyes. He son would survive. She could die knowing her son would survive. So she gave in, and let the eternal darkness carry her away. Away from all the suffering of fighting, she gave in, like all the others, those that escaped only by death, from the clutches of the Spanish Influenza. So Carlisle finally lifted Edward onto his shoulder and ran to his house, in preparation for the screaming and pain that came with the transformation of mortal to immortal.

Green. While he was moving, he saw green. A rich shade of emerald green. But they were eyes. So familiar. But had he seen then glazed over? No, not possible, he'd only been part of the Volturi and no human he'd met had those eyes. There was no time for this now. He had to get Edward back to his house. As he once again turned away, the green eyes flashed in pain, and turned to the silent figure next to him. The figure was a 9 year old girl.

"Can we go now?" a pained, tired voice asked.

"Yes." A child's voice replied. "But your past will once again catch up, it is no use escaping."

The elder boy enforced, "He has forgotten and I am thankful for what he's done, but please, let us go."

"You are still attached to him aren't you?" the girl asked.

Harry just turned away and the girl sighed. "Let's go."

The 2 figures disappeared into the dusk, leaving no sign that they'd been there, only the lingering scent of death, blood and lilies was left and soon escaped with the wind.