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"Carlisle, I have given your life-style a week. And I have come to a desicion. I will...continue to live, for the time being." Relief broke out across his face. This confused me a little. Why did he care so much? "Thank you, Edward. You can't imagine how it's been. I'm glad." He came to hug me. "You can't possibly understand...When you were in the hospital, I was so afraid you would die. You were in no way related to me, I should have not felt anything but professional towards you and your mother. But I was forming an attatchement to the two of you. It was like watching my own son die by the time you began to die. But your mother made me promise, she made me promise to help you to the best of my ability, to help you in a way no one else could. So thank you, Edward, for choosing to stay. I'm very happy." And in a way, I was too.
Days were lonely when Carlisle wasn't around. Even though I spent most of my time by myself, it was nice to know that someone else was here if I ever needed them. However, as it was, I was alone, Carlisle working at the hospital, and I in my
room, brooding. It had been a year and four months since I'd been changed. I'd stuck to Carlisle's diet with a few slip ups, more than I'd like to admit. And every time I'd fed on human blood, it made me sing, it made me happy, it made me want
MORE. And sometimes I would continue, keep hunting, keep feeding. Sometimes I only found a human when I was almost finished, and would only need one. The moster inside got stronger, more prominent every time I had human blood. It tried to
convince me it was right, that this was my nature, this was what I was supposed to do. Sometimes I thought it was right. Through the days, I'd think it was right, and I'd wanted to hunt for human, to actually look for them. But then I'd remember
the after math, the unimaginable guilt that crashed down upon me after every kill. The monster had learned to cope with that guilt, to smother it so I could continue hunting. I was becoming better at tuning out the thoughts of my prey. They
weren't as loud, but they were still there, begging for life, for help, for a chance to escape. That, too, was surpressed, until the end of my hunts. The guilt was always worse when it'd all been human blood, crushing me, making it hard to breath,
making me hate myself, my existance. If I didn't exist, those people would still be alive. But what could I do? Six months ago, Carlisle told me the last secret about vampires that he had managed to keep from me. We couldn't die. There was no
possible way, except one, and he'd refused to do it if I asked. There was one other coven in Italy who could maybe do it, but they would most likely be just as reluctant. My only hope was to try and stick to the diet. But the taste of human blood
would not leave me, would not fade, and time and time again, I'd find my slef over a human corpse. It'd been six times in the last month. Even if I did die, heaven's gates were closed to me. I glanced up at the clock. Carlisle would be home in another
hour, his shift at the hospital almost over. We were preparing to move soon. My murders were becoming to frequent. I tried, I really did, to stick to Carlisle's diet. It was the better way for our kind, for me. But the taste of human blood was just so
GOOD... one sniff of human and it would all be over. Yes, heaven's gates would never open for me. My soul would forever be trapped in this body, never to pass on. But did I even have a soul? My kind were made for killing, needing human blood to
survive. When we changed, did we even have sould anymore? Was it an automatic default that our souls left us, as though they knew what we could do? What we would do? A crashing sound followed by piercing screams from downstairs brought
me out of the darker recesses of my mind and I leapt up, prepared to run or kill, depending on the intruder. I rushed down stairs, afraid at what I would find. The screaming contiued, building in sound, stopping for two seconds, than starting up
again, louder than the one before it. I stopped in the front hall, shocked. Carlisle was standing in our front doorway, the doors thrown open to the night. it took me a few moments to realize that he was holding something, the thing that was
screaming. After another second, I realized it was a woman. She was curling in on her self, small spazams rocking through her body, her hands clenched in pain, holding her head. Her long auburn hair cascaded over Carlisle's arm. He looked slightly
dazed, but determined as he moved from the doorwy and swiftl passed me, up the stairs, the womans screams echoing in my ears. He'd done it again. He'd changed another human. I quickly spun around and hurtled up the stairs, following the screams to Carlisle's barely used room.
"Carlisle! Why would you change another human?! What were you thinking!?" I yelled at him. After all he had said to me about stealing human life, about their family, their homes, their jobs, their children, he'd gone and changed a human. That
was worse than killing them. They'd remember the lives they'd had before, they'd remember everything they'd left behind, they'd remember the life they couldn't go back to. This woman would be no exception. "Edward, please! Do not think me so dense!" Carlisle retorted. He lead me out of the room and shut the door.
"Do you honestly think I would change a human unless they asked for it or it was nesseccary? Do you remember when I changed you? It was to save your life! The woman in there? She was brought straight to the morgue. She had jumped off a cliff. By all rights, she should very, very dead. Had I not been there, she would be." He turned and went back into the room.
The screaming had started again. He left me there, stunned, for the second time in ten minutes. I turned around and looked at the woman screaming on the bed. How had I doubted Carlisle for even a second? He would never do anything that would
ruin a human life. I shook my head, disspelling the stupor. He sat there by the bed, holding her hand, apologizing everytime she screamed. I turned and walked down the hall to my room, still a bit stunned. I went in and closed the door and moved to the couch, sitting down, the womans scream echoing in my head.
A/N: Awright, another chappie! I apologize for taking so long updating, but I was at my friends cottage (no computer). But here it is, chapter seven! Next chapter, more esme! Now, then next chapter will be dedicated to whoever can tell me where Edward was born. Tell me in a review! But remeber, review as well! Need to know I'm doing a good job guys! Thx! And keep reading!