A/N: The vampire that bit Carlisle's POV.
I hadn't fed in forever. But I couldn't go out now, with all the mouthwatering humans in search of vampires, the creatures of the night that cowardly hid in the sewers.
Then the breeze shifted in my direction. My throat burned in agony—would I perish this way under the same flames that changed me? "I think we have one," a methodical voice informed his companions. It was the owner of the delicious scent. Could I resist?
He took a step closer.
No.
I pounced and enjoyed the warm liquid that gushed down my throat when I bit down. "Help Carlisle!" I heard distantly. There was scuffling, and suddenly, five men surrounded me, their blood torturing me, and pried me off.
"Carlisle," still on the ground, pulled himself away under the cover of the night, burning as I did.