"So, let's go over this one more time." I said. Brandon nodded, a serious look on his face.
"My brain will be different, I'll be emotionally unstable, but Carlisle's theory is that if I try really hard I can keep it under control… I need to stay away from humans because they'll smell really delicious, and I don't want to become a murderer. I will be stronger than any of you, right?" he checked. I nodded.
"We're pretty sure. We're not a year old yet so we're still stronger than mature vampires, but you'll probably be strongest. Be careful, we might need this house for a while longer."
"I think I've got it. Above all, concentration, right? Try to keep a clear head and my emotions and thirst under control?"
"Yep. We're pretty sure it'll work." Sylvia confirmed. "If we accidentally make a rude comment, it's not the end of the world, okay? Nobody needs the death sentence for anything here."
"I seriously doubt that, we've probably each killed enough people to deserve the death penalty." Caleb commented.
"Not helping." I muttered out of the corner of my mouth. Caleb shrugged apologetically.
"Are you sure you're ready?"
Brandon rolled his eyes. "For the millionth time, yes. Calm down. I'm not having second thoughts, I'm just not really looking forward to the pain. Like a normal person."
"Okay. I just wanted to be sure. I won't ask again… except for when Carlisle gets here and it suddenly feels more real."
Brandon sighed and shook his head. "I'm fine. I'm going through with this. I'll be careful. This is going to work."
I smiled and gave him a hug- gently. "I really am glad you're doing this. I just am making sure you are too."
The phone beeped. Caleb checked it.
"Carlisle and Alice are on their way." he reported.
"Here we go." I murmured. "Are-"
Brandon stopped me with a glare and I smiled apologetically.
"Sorry. So, where do you want to do this? The floor? A bed?"
"Umm… I don't think I'll care once we actually do it. The couch works."
He sat down on it, and I sat beside him, waiting. After maybe five minutes, I heard the footsteps and I went outside, Brandon following. Carlisle and Alice came into the clearing, Carlisle holding a medical bag.
After exchanging greetings, we went inside the cabin. Brandon sat on the couch and Carlisle stuck the first syringe into his arm- the morphine. Carlisle handed me another, empty syringe. I frowned.
"What am I supposed to do, spit in it?"
He smiled. "That's the general idea, yes."
I shrugged and did what the doctor said.
"And, um, where am I supposed to inject it?"
"Anywhere, but the process will be fastest if you put it straight into his heart."
We waited another minute for the morphine to spread. "Are you sure about this? Last chance." I said.
Brandon nodded resolutely, his blue eyes determined. "Yes. I'm ready."
I looked at Carlisle, who nodded.
I stabbed the needle into Brandon's chest and pushed the plunger down.
A/N: I know, this one is really short, so I'm posting another with it.