Hi everyone! Here is another chapter up for you! I hope you like it! Anyways, this chapter is a SPECIAL PRESENT! Because this chapter is in CARLISLE'S POV!! Thats right,I wanted to be different, so I'm being different. Its short, but was extreemly fun to write. I didn't get cast in my play :( but that at least means I will have more time to write:) so its a mix of good and bad. This chapter is dedicated to Emo Naom1901 for sticking with this story since the beginning and promising to stick with it until the end (which, hopefully, will not be any time soon). However, this time, I have a deal about the next chapter. AT least 3 reviews, and I'll post. I will wait. I think. Teehee. Anyways REVIEW PWEEZ!

Disclaimer:

I do not own twilight, new moon, eclipse, breakingdawn, or any of the characters in them. ALthough I wouldn't mind switching places with Bella, Alice, or Roslaie if I was given the option.

I was so tired. I wasn't kidding. And they said vampires don't get tired. I guess it was just emotional exhaustion. I just needed fresh air. Well, not technically. I don't need any air. I don't need to breathe at all because….oh just forget it.

Anyways, I was about to sign out when one of my partners came running up to me, pushing a cloth covered body on stretcher toward me. He was panting.

"Dr. Jones, are you alright?"

"I'm fine Carlisle; I just ran here form the other end of the building pushing her." He motioned toward the body. "I need you sign out on her. You know, mark that she is dead. I have 5 other patients waiting."

"No problem" I said as I watched him dash back toward where he came from.

I began to push the body toward the morgue. And then I heard an extraordinary noise. It was faint, very faint, but there.

A beating heart.

I looked at the sheet of information about the body. She jumped from a cliff. I have no idea how she survived.

I peeled back the cloth ever so carefully. My first impression was of a blood covered body, contorted into positions a body should never be in. But then I looked behind the blood and saw something amazing.

A face. I face I had never forgotten after all these years. A face I still saw every time I closed my eyes, even if I couldn't sleep.

The sheet said the doctors couldn't identify the body. I could.

Esme Platt.

I looked at my dear Esme, and realized that she was about to die. When I realized that I felt a gut wrenching feeling that I had never felt before. Was this grief? I also felt some other feeling. I couldn't place this one either. It felt like my heart had grown. I knew right then that I would do whatever it took to save her. Not just for her, for me. I knew that I would no longer be able to live without knowing she was safe.

But I could only think of one way to save her. And that way would cause her so much pain. I felt so guilty about it. I thought about a promise I had made to her long ago.

"I will never hurt you again dear Esme."

But I was going to hurt her. In my own selfish need to save her, I would hurt her so much. Not just the transformation, but the pain of being a vampire. It was not an easy life.

But I couldn't stop this need I felt for her. So before I could change my mind, I pressed my lips to her neck, as if I was about to kiss her.

I whispered "I'm sorry" into her skin.

And then sunk my teeth into her flesh.