BPOV
There were too many people dying here. There wasn't enough help to go around, and I knew I had the power to. I couldn't let this waste of a life come to nothing.
Humans needed sleep. That took almost 8 hours out of the helping day. I didn't need it. Too many people were here to take of that no one would notice if I didn't leave.
So many people were struck with the Spanish influenza. So many people had already died. I had learned to control this thirst I felt quite well, it had become merely a tingling in the back of my throat.
This hospital smelled of death and disease. With one exception. Carlisle. He was the only other vampire I had come to know in my time as one. He didn't deserve what he was put through before he was turned. Carlisle was so compassionate and caring, he truly hated to see anything that needed help not getting it, and that was why he was here. He came directly here as soon as he heard of the influenza taking over. He knew people needed his help.
I admired him for that. He hated so much what he had been forced into. He did everything in his power to reverse it, to use what he was given for the gain of others. Carlisle was selfless.
With the two of us working together, we were able to save more people than who should have been alive. I can't forget any of them, of course, but I will always remember Elizabeth more clearly then the others.
Elizabeth was the woman you could count on. She was a magnificent woman. Her husband, Edward Sr. (it hurt to think the name), was all she could ever ask for. She was happy with her life and what she was given. Her only wish was that she could have a child. She never did.
No one knew she had no children. She made up stories about them, leaving her, growing up. All but one. Edward, she said, was her perfect form of a child. He was polite, handsome, generous, and named after his father. I didn't dwell on the fact that she had just described my Edward. She knew lying wasn't right, but all she wanted was a child. One she could brag about, and I let her, no matter how much it hurt.
Elizabeth died two days after being admitted to the hospital, she said they needed the room for other people, who needed our help more.
I was brought out of my reveries by Carlisle telling me they needed more help on the second floor, and I was there.
3 Months LaterThe panic about the flu was over. Almost everyone was healthy again and the city went back into working order.
I needed to leave now. I was of no use here anymore. I thought about going to Philadelphia, maybe.
I told Carlisle I was leaving. He was sad to see me go. He told me to contact him again, and I would.
EPOV(before Bella arrives)It was in Chicago that Carlisle found me. He was helping cure the influenza that had plagued the city. My story was that I was Elizabeth's son. She told everyone she had children and I played the part.
I told Carlisle that a man had come to my house and changed me. He believed it enough, his thoughts didn't doubt me.
I couldn't go to the hospital. Too much blood, too much temptation. I wasn't in complete control yet, and I didn't want to take a chance.
I lived with Carlisle now, seeing him only when he came home to 'sleep' because the hospital told him he had to. This city was depressing. All you heard was about death. No one knew where this disease came from, or what started it.
Bella was on my mind all the time. She was sure to be dead now, or at least old. She was everything to me. That man took her away. He took my life; my reason, my being, and I couldn't deal with it to well.
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