A/N: Wow, goodness. I haven't written anything for Twilight in a loong time. Do I even still have Twilight followers? Haha. This is just something that I found on my ipod and figured that I should finish and post it, even though I haven't really been into Twilight as much lately.

This is Carlisle's POV to "Always Forever", or Carlisle's POV to turning Edward in 1918.

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The bigger they are, the harder they fall...

I entered the quarantine room, my heart heavy. I usually enjoyed my work, but nowadays so many were dying it seemed like there was nothing I could do. The deep mahogany walls were moldy and covered in dust since no one besides me had dared to stay around the isolation patients. The patients here almost never survived; they were the ones that had gotten the worst of the flu. I walked over to a patient that I had become dangerously close to, Elizabeth Masen. She was an amazing woman, so selfless and strong-willed that she had lasted longer than any of the doctors had expected. However, her husband and son were not so lucky. Edward Sr. had died hours after stumbling into the hospital, and their boy, Edward Jr., was barely holding on to life on the cot next to his mother's. He was in such bad condition, I doubted that he would last even another two or three days.

I stood over Elizabeth's bed to check up on her. Even in the hands of death, there was no denying that she was beautiful. Her copper-bronze hair waved out behind her head, her pale jaw set in a permanently determined expression. She did not seem any better than yesterday, but she did not seem any worse either, so I moved on to Edward. The poor boy looked so frail; his hair, the same odd bronze shade, had lost most of its shine, now matted down with sweat, tears, and grease. His mother would come over to him daily and try to nurse him back to health. I kept trying to tell her that she was only making it harder on herself, but she refused to listen to me. Edward breathed heavily, sweat running down his face. I placed a cold washcloth over his head and he instantly looked relieved. His condition was getting worse, I could tell. It would be heart-wrenching to lose him, his mother spoke so highly of Edward that I dearly wished he would get better. She constantly talked about his musical talent, of his charisma, of his intelligence; I wanted to see this boy survive. Make no mistake; he had regained consciousness a few times during their stay, but never for more than a few seconds.

I filled out my daily report for the two of them and left the room, somehow feeling worse than I did when I had entered. It just wasn't right when things like this happened to good people.

The next day, after a torturous waiting period of staying home doing nothing, I arrived early to continue working. I received some odd looks from the secretary that I rightly deserved for not staying home long enough, but I honestly didn't care anymore. After finding out that seven of my patients had died, and fourteen more had checked into the hospital, I sighed and went straight to work, diagnosing those who had the flu, finding out who was already too far gone for me to help them. It wasn't a pleasant day to start out, and unfortunately it was going to get much worse. As my shift drew to a closing, I went to check on the Masens before I left. As I walked into the room, I could instantly smell the blood that was filling Elizabeth's lungs. I ran over to her, her hand reaching up to grip mine, her deep emerald eyes staring at me with more strength that I would have thought she was capable of.

"Save him!" She whispered hoarsely, her voice ragged from the blood entering her lungs. I was upset that I would lose her like this, I had once thought that maybe she would be one of the few that overcame the flu. I held her hand tightly, not caring if she noticed how cold it was anymore.

"I will to everything in my power," I whispered back, but sadly I knew that no matter how many antibiotics and pain killers I gave him, her son would not even make it through the night. She stared me down, her piercing eyes making it almost uncomfortable,

"You must do everything in YOUR power. What others cannot do, that it what you must do for my Edward." I gasped, what was she saying? Did she know what I was? How could she? If I were human my heart would have skipped a beat as I realized the meaning of her words: she wanted me turn Edward. Why would she want that for her son? How did she know that I could save him? I didn't even think I could! I wanted to ask her more, but her hand fell around mine. And with a single breath, Elizabeth Masen's eyes closed, never to open again. Tears would have escaped down my cheeks had they been able to form, for I had come to love Elizabeth as a dear friend, and I hated seeing her conquered by the flu.

I walked over to the bed next to hers, finding Edward struggling to open his eyes. They were also the same shade as his mother's, except his had lost most of the life they originally had. He seemed more lifeless than his mother had been seconds before she died. I stared back at him, contemplating what Elizabeth had told me to do, her dying demand. I didn't even know if I COULD turn this boy, I'd never done it before. I had been considering making a companion for quite a while now, but I could never bring myself to do it. Was it right to condemn others to this life? I could never decide. But I remembered Elizabeth's fury, the determination I saw in her eyes as she entrusted me with her son. Edward was all alone now, no father, no mother, no one. I looked back at him, and I made up my mind.

I looked over at Elizabeth's body, still not peaceful even in death, and leaned forward close to Edward's ear, hoping not to be heard by the other nurses.

"I am truly sorry Edward," I breathed. And I was; I was sorry for the death of his mother, I was sorry for the pain he would go through, I was sorry that there was the possibility that I could kill him. One way or another, Edward Anthony Masen was going to die tonight. I leaned back and looked at the boy again, seeing all his goodness and purity. I knew that if it were possible for me to have a son, I would want him to be just like Edward. The fever in him took over as he lost consciousness again, his body shuddering again the virus that was tearing him apart. I had no time to lose, I took Elizabeth's body to the morgue, hating myself for not mourning her as long as I should, but her boy was not going to last very long.

I ran at a human pace back to their room to find Edward still alive, barely, thank God. I looked around to see if there were any nurse, then awkwardly lifted Edward up, cradling him in my arms like a child. I ran as fast as I could out of the hospital, leaping up onto the roof of a store and running Edward home across the rooftops of Chicago. I paused at my apartment building before running up the emergency stairs.

As I entered my room I suddenly realized I had no idea how to turn someone into a vampire. I placed Edward on my leather couch and paced back and forth, thinking back to when I had been turned. My memories were dulled with human eyesight and terror, but I could remember where the bites were made, most of them at least. The monster that turned me lost control while feeding; he had given me many bites that I later realized were not helpful in my transformation, and instead left shining marks on my chest and neck. I stiffened as I smelled blood begin to flow from Edward's nose, mouth, & ears. He was in the final stage of the influenza; there was no time to waste.

I knelt down by the boy who I hoped would come to be my son. I heaved a sigh, (I'd been sighing much more lately), trying to mentally prepare myself for what I was about to do. I placed my right hand on the head of the sofa, leaning in towards his neck until I was just above his jugular. The intense scent was already coating my mouth with venom. Without a second thought, I sank my teeth into his throat, a human throat, for the first time in my existence.

A/N: I do have a second part to this, if anyone would like to read it. Just say the word and I'll post it :) Thank you very much for reading! IYD24