A/N: I've been absent for a loooonnnnnggg time, I know. I'm sorry. But I'm in the middle of another story, don't worry, though. I'm fully intent on finishing this story.

Carlisle paced in his study. Hands worrying at the phone in his hands. He didn't want to call her, he knew she wouldn't have held a grudge, but the thought wouldn't leave him. He sighed, it was better to bite the bullet and just do it. She answered after barely a ring. "Hello? Carlisle."

"Hello, Esme. It's been a long time since we've spoken."

"I thought you'd never call. How can I help, darling?"

He sighed, shifting uncomfortably. "Carlisle, what's wrong?" Concern was evident in her voice.

"I need - I - is there a way to cure a Child of the Moon, before or after the transition takes place."

Esme didn't say anything for a while, for a moment he thought the phone cut out, "No, as much as I wish there were. There is a possibility you could change them, but that's more likely to just cause them a slow, agonizing death."

Carlisle already knew what she'd just told him, but his heart san regardless. "Thank you, Esme. I hope to see you soon."

"Carlisle… Who is infected?"

"My mate."

"Oh… Carlisle…" He did his best to shake away the venom accumulating in his eyes. "Maybe you should allow them to… turn."

He shook his head. "Carlisle, you have the best self-control that I've ever seen, you could teach them."

"I can only hope." He muttered. "I need you, here." Carlisle heard her moving on the other end.

"I will be there tomorrow morning. In the meantime, do not leave their side."

I sank deeper into the water of the tub. I tried to relax, to breathe. But I was so angry. I didn't want to be here, this whole situation seemed to unfair. I growled and stood, stepping out of the tub and roughly drying myself off.

Not bothering to drain the tub, I stomped into the room I was staying in, pulling on some pajamas and making my way through the Cullen home. It was so quietly lately. It seemed everyone was already grieving me, already. Another wave of fresh anger surged through me. So fucking unfair. After everything. I shook my head, and opened the balcony door.

The beautiful smell and cool air of the forest greeted me. The view from the mansion was breathtaking. Sure I loved the miles upon miles of lights that are New York, but I'd always prefer this. I stared up into the sky, the un was setting, the clouds thinning enough to expose the vibrant colours. I smiled a little. This was a beautiful place to die.

I heard the sound of a glass being set down, and I turned to find Carlisle watching me with sad eyes, looking far too tired for a creature that didn't sleep. "Okay, I'm ready. Get it over with."

"What…?" I looked back to the trees, relaxing my stance as Carlisle realized what I was talking about.

"I'm not- I can't," I barely heard his steps as he walked toward me, his hands finding my shoulder, feeling so cold through my shirt. "I would never. We will allow fate to decide whether you live or die. I only hope you will survive the transformation-"

"Why? So I can go on murderous rampages? Only to have you fucking kill me anyways? No. Just get it over with."

"I can teach you. I taught all my children self control. I can teach you too."

I sighed, stepping out of his grasp to look at him. His face was that of a doctor's. Always was. But I could see the desperation in his eyes. I moved further away from him to lean over the railing. "And what about the were-cunt that turned me? What if he comes back for me? Not to mention the legion of wolves you can't find?"

"We will deal with it when the time comes. But for now, we focus on you." He was beside me in a moment, fingers pushing my slightly damp hair out of my face.

"Alright," I muttered. "Not my fault if people die. It'll be on you." I shot him a look as I pushed away from the railing and walked back inside. He didn't follow.

Watching her walk away, feeling the pain she was in, burned me. I slouched against the railing, rubbing my hands over my face. It wouldn't be long. The sun seemed to be setting so quickly. I prayed I would have longer. But it has been a long time since a prayer of mine has been answered.

I closed the door with a quiet click as I stepped into Delilah's room. It wasn't a guest room anymore. It was her's. It smelt like her everywhere in here, and I closed my eyes for a moment to enjoy it.

I could hear her steady heartbeat in the bathroom, I looked towards the window, the moon was rising. Soon. I slowly approached the bathroom door, knocking on it. "Delilah, it's almost time. Darling, it'd be better if you came out of there."

I heard her shift slightly. She was sitting on the floor. "I-I'm fine where I am."

"You don't have to go through this on your own."

Carlisle was speaking to me though the door, but he sounded so far away. Everything hurt. And every moment the pain got worse. It spread through my starting behind my eyes, creeping through my body, like my blood was acid. I laid down, the cool tile feeling nice against my skin, even as fire burned beneath it. I let out a sob as the pain spread into my bones, I swore I'd hear the cracking and breaking if I could have heard anything past the blood pounding in my ears. I opened my mouth to scream, but not a sound came out.

I wanted Josh. I wanted him so bad.

"He's not here, baby, but I am. It's going to be alright." Carlisle's voice sliced through the agony for a moment. The pain soothed where he was touching me. Yet I wanted nothing more than to push him away. I wanted to be alone. I deserved to suffer, it was all my fault, everything that had happened was my fault. Josh wasn't here because of me.

Carlisle attempted to soothe her, but had no such luck. He'd never seen such a reaction to the virus. That's when she started seizing. He he protected her head as well as he could through the spasms as he watched a red foam bubble up from her mouth. Something was wrong, very wrong. Even those who have died during the transformation don't react like this. The convulsions stopped after far too long, leaving her limp on the floor. He waited a moment to see if the would continue before wiping the bloody foam from her mouth.

Delilah's breathing and heart rate were steady, as if she were just sleeping. Carlile took it as a good sign. He lifted her off the floor, her body feeling too cold, and carried her out of the bathroom. He stepped around the bathroom door. He had torn it off it's hinges to reach her.

Gently he laid her down onto the bed, pulling the covers over her. He hoped she'd survive until Esme arrived.

Esme had come so far since he turned her. He reminisced on the meek women he met all those years ago, and on what she'd become. Supernatural had become her expertise. It had started with their own kind, like Carlisle, she'd wanted to know what made them tick. But when she found out about other creatures her focus shifted. It is why she left their coven in the first place. She sought an understanding of the paranormal. And she knew more than he could ever hope to. If there were anyone who could help his mate, it was her.

I woke to the sound of an unfamiliar female voice speaking, but I couldn't make out the words. My whole body ached like I had pulled every muscle in it, and my head throbbed. There was someone holding my hand and I tugged away from them. I didn't want to be here, I hated the feeling of their hand on mine, the feeling of the sheets that had a thread count higher than the number in my bank account. I hated it all. Everything hurt and I was so angry.

"Delilah, are you awake? Can you hear me?" Bella. Oh Bella. The sister who was so willing to abandon me for an eternity with her boyfriend.

I sat up abruptly, eyes shooting open. Adrenaline numbing the pain. "Yes I fucking can, Bella. I'm not dead, so let me go home." There were hands on my shoulder, attempting to ease me back into bed. Carlisle. "Don't touch me." I snapped. Jerking away from him. I felt the I.V in my arm shift and I reached over and roughly tugged it out. Not flinching at the little squirt of blood that followed.

"Delilah, what's wrong? You're safe here…" Bella reached out to brush my hair from my face.

"What's wrong? Where is this sudden concern for me coming from? Hmm? You didn't seem to care too much about me when you were so ready to fake your own death. Not giving a fuck about your sister who was stuck with our insane mother."

Bella took a step back. And another woman approached. "Delilah, what are you feeling?" I felt a growl creep from inside of my chest. I was so angry, colours blurred blending into one. Red.

Delilah moved to pounce on Esme. But Carlisle held her in place easily. She snarled and kicked, screaming and cursing at them all.

"What is happening to her?" Bella reached out to her sister only to have her snap her teeth at her.

Esme squinted. "I can't be sure, but I believe her body is fighting the virus."

"Is that even possible?" Carlisle twisted his arm to avoid a bite from her.

"It appears so. I believe that she may have a similar ability to Bella's. You said that Edward struggles to read her mind, and Alice cannot see her future anymore?"

"Yes, I did."

"And Bella, smell her closely. Is there something different there?"

Bella looked back at her with scepticism but did what he asked. "Oh, what?"

"What?" Carlisle said, lightening his hold on Delilah as she calmed slightly.

"Carlisle she is your mate. You can't see past that, so you don't smell it."

"Just tell me what is going on." He sounded desperate.

Esme looked Delilah over closely. "I believe she is more than human."