October 7, 1918

She was getting worse. Edward and I were always waiting, hoping she would be better. The doctor had been talking to Edward a lot within the last few days, and it worried me.

I was glad we were both healthy, but we were still likely to catch it. Edward was asleep at the moment, but he would occasionally wake up. I looked around for a doctor, when I spotted one he was exiting Edward's mother's room. "Excuse me!" I called. He turned around to face me; he was so young and in a way, stunningly beautiful. My jaw dropped for a moment.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Oh um…how is she?" I asked.

"She's getting worse," He replied, "it is worse now that she's worrying about her son and you."

"Why is she worried for us?" I asked confused; we didn't have the flu.

"She's more worried about Edward…he has the flu." I shook my head.

"W-what? No…no he doesn't." I stammered, "the doctor cleared us…Edward-he told me we were fine." The man shook his head.

"His records say he has the first stage of the flu." He lied? I felt hurt; why would he lie to me? "I've got to go."

"Uh, wait!" I called, "What is your name?"

"Carlisle Cullen." He replied, "Doctor Cullen." I nodded and he left to go take care of other patients. I walked back over to Edward, who was now awake.

"Everything okay?" He asked. I shook my head.

"No," I replied, trying my best to hide my hurt. He took my hand in his, but I pulled it away slowly. "Why didn't you tell me? That you had the flu, I mean." He shifted awkwardly in his seat, and looked down. "It is true."

"Yes, and I didn't want you to worry." Edward said. "How did you find that out?"

"You didn't want me to worry?" I asked, slightly angry. I ignored his question, "so you were going to tell me this when? When you're minutes away from dying? Edward, why would you keep that from me?" I asked. "I feel so stupid now…You could have fallen ill any minute!"

"You're not stupid, Bella." Edward said, lifting my chin up, "I just…I thought at first it would have been fine…I didn't want you to worry."

"You could be dying tomorrow Edward!" I said, my voice cracking, "I could lose you…" A tear fell down my cheek. He sighed.

"I've hurt your feelings," He said, "I promised you I'd never lie to you."

I looked down, letting a few more tears fall, "I can't lose you."

"You won't, Bella."

"You don't know that," I argued, "You can't know that."

"Bella," He said in a low voice. He picked my hand up again and I looked at him with sad eyes, "I'll be fine. We'll get married next month and do everything together. I promise you that…please." He looked into my eyes, searching for an answer. I remained quiet for a minute, then nodded. He kissed my forehead. "I'm so sorry…I'll never lie to you again."

XxxxX

October 16, 1918

Edward's mother now had stage 3. She was weaker; fragile. Barely any food would stay in her stomach, and she was losing strength every day. Edward didn't seem like he was getting worse; I was thankful for that.

It pained me to see them this way. Why couldn't it have been me? I didn't like seeing them suffer through this…and pretty soon, no matter how much Edward told me he'd be fine, I knew he was going to die.

"How is she?" I asked when Edward returned.

"Not well," He replied, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry." I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"I guess I've kind of learned to accept this," Edward said, "I've also accepted my death."

"Don't say that," I said, "please."

"I know what I've said Bella," He looked distant, "but there's nothing the doctors can do…I don't want to pretend like it's not going to happen. We both know it is. I can't…" He sighed and looked back up at me. I nodded. He was right.

"I know." I said, keeping my eyes from getting wet. "I've tried to accept it myself, Edward. But I can't…not yet."

"I'll be here until my heart stops beating," He said, "And afterwards, I want you to live a long and happy life."

"Not without you," I said. "It's not going to be like that…I can't live without you."

"Bella," He looked me in the eyes, "promise me that. Please. You'll go on and have a happy life with family."

I shook my head, "I can't promise you that."

"Please," He whispered. "For me."

My breath caught in my throat as I thought about it, and I nodded, "…I promise."

"Thank you." He kissed my cheek, and held my hand. "We still have a while to be together." I nodded again and rested my head on his shoulder, trying not to cry anymore.

XxxxX

October 23, 1918, 8:08am

"She didn't make it," Doctor Cullen said to us, "I'm sorry…we tried everything we could."

"Thank you," Edward said, looking away. He walked out of the hospital doors.

"She did make one last request." Carlisle said.

"What did she say?" I asked.

"Could you step into my office for a moment, please?" Carlisle asked, holding the door open for me. I walked in and sat down on the couch in the corner. "Elizabeth knew what I was."

"I'm not following?" I said. "What you mean, 'what you are?'"

"It goes against everything to tell…others," He said, "but I am a vampire."

"That's impossible," I shook my head. It was absurd! A vampire, in a place full of blood.

"I assure you, I am not lying." He said calmly. "I'm over three hundred years old. I've learned to control my thirst."

"It's just not possible," I said, "Vampires are myths."

"Could I do this if I were not a vampire?" He asked, bending a metal arm on one of the chairs easily. I watched him amazed.

"That could be cheap metal." I said.

"Perhaps this then," He was instantly at my side. I jumped.

"Okay…now I believe you." I replied, "what did she want?"

"She wants me to make her son immortal." Carlisle said, "It's her dying wish. She wants him to live."

"Why don't you change him now?" I asked.

"He could get better. They haven't seen any symptoms in him yet." He answered. "But I have."

"Could you change me too?" I asked.

"I won't change you," He said, "you're healthy. Edward doesn't have another choice at this point."

"I don't want to live without him," I argued, "he doesn't want to live without me."

"You could have a normal life, Isabella." Carlisle said, "you could have a family."

"I don't want them without Edward."

Carlisle sighed, "…I'll change you first, but only when he's almost dead. That's when the heart's at it's fastest." I nodded. We were going to live forever, together.

A/N: Twilight marathon on TV tonight! Made me very happy! And it's also why this chapter is up so late. I was watching and writing at the same time…doesn't really work well.