Two Years Later
It was a bright, sunny day for everyone in Kensington, except for the Bishop triplets. After Sarah, Mark, and John "fell" out their school window two years ago, they were rushed to the hospital as fast as the ambulances could go. But, by the time they got their, it was too late. When the doctors finally got a chance to examine the Bishops, they had already slipped into comas.
It was on the dawn of January 21, 1808. The Bishop's dad, Charley, invited a family friend down to the hospital to with the sleeping triplets a happy eighteenth birthday. Charley Bishop's best friend was no other then the infamous Dr. Carlisle Cullen. On the way over to the hospital, Charley explained that Sarah's condition was rapidly deteriorating, and that she would probably be pronounced dead within the week. Charley then proceeded to ask Carlisle if he could 'turn' Sarah. Carlisle, feeling sorry for his friend, asked Charley if he would rather Sarah be turned instead of actually dying. Charley agreed, but told his friend that he would rather visit with Mark and John instead of having to watching the horrifying sight. In return, Carlisle extended Charley's visiting hours so he could spend as much time with Sarah as possible.
Once they got into the hospital, Charley parked his car and prepared to see his daughter for the last time, in human form.
Soon it was time for Charley to leave. As Charley left, Carlisle came in and walked towards the heart monitor. The pulse was there, but faint. He, then, stepped away from the monitor in order to shut both the door and window. Dr Cullen walked over to Sarah's bed in the center of the room. Just before he bit her, his teeth grazing the surface of her skin, her eyes opened. But it was too late.
Carlisle's teeth penetrated Sarah's soft flesh, sending the venom pulsing through her veins. A loud, blood-curdling scream erupted from Sarah's mouth. Carlisle ripped his teeth from Sarah's neck, surprised at the high-pitched noise that came from his supposedly comatose patient.
The first thing that Sarah noticed about the man standing against the wall was that his gleaming white teeth were drenched in blood, her blood. She clamped her hand over the icy-hot wound on her neck. She, then, took her trembling hand away from the laceration and stared, horrified, at it. She looked up at Carlisle, who was now inching towards her, with fear shown plain as day on her face. He took another step towards her. Sarah jumped out of bed, tearing the tubes and wires from her skin, and bolted out the door. 'Help,' she wanted to scream, but when she opened her mouth, nothing came out, not a sound.
The burning in her neck became unbearably painful, then, just before she lost her blackening vision completely, she felt the fiery pain attack the rest of her body as if getting hit by an on coming train, full speed.