Edward's point of view:
This couldn't be happening. Carlisle wasn't dying. He wasn't. I sounded pathetic as I tried to convince myself. I tried to focus on other things. Like Jacob's skin on mine as I leaned on his shoulder. It felt nice, but I couldn't stop thinking about Carlisle. I remembered Alice's soft, tortured voice over the phone
"He's just…getting weaker. Right now we're pretty sure it's over 300 years without human blood catching up to him. He may not have long…"
Jacob was worried that it was his fault- he thought Carlisle's weakness was because he bit him as a werewolf. Even if this was the case, it was my fault. I was the one that begged him to turn Jacob. And I couldn't say I regretted it. If I could go back, I'd do the exact same thing. I was horrified at myself. I finally knew the meaning behind the statement that love is a selfish thing. Jacob was everything to me, my top priority. I'd let my entire former coven die before I'd let him.
When we arrived at my familiar home in forks, Jake and I walked to the door. Reluctantly, he let go of my hand. We'd never told any of my family (except Carlisle), that we were dating. Well, I wouldn't really call it dating- it was far more than that. I already thought of him as my husband. But, regardless, telling them now wouldn't help matters. I hoped the smell of smoke wasn't too noticeable on my clothing. I didn't want to worry my parents of sorts. It wouldn't be too big a deal to Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, and Alice (all of them smoked sometimes) but Carlisle and Esme had never touched a cigarette. I pecked Jake on the lips one last time before opening the door. The first thing I noticed was that Charlie was there. Alice had her nose in an old looking book, and after exchanging our hellos, she went back to it. After a moment of silence, she piped up
"According to this, there is only one way to get Carlisle strong again; he must drink the blood of his la tu catante" everyone looked at Charlie, and I noticed the strain in Carlisle's face. Charlie's expression was nervous, and he said in a wavering voice:
"You don't have to drain me…right?"
A/N-Damn, don't you just hate cliffhangers! I know it's really short, but I wanted to update. Hopefully chapter six will be longer! Till then, support team jakeward by reviewing!