I'm so sorry that I have taken so long to get up this next chapter! I cannot put it into words! Im just basically sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry SORRY! (I got go on into oblivion!) Anyway, about my previous chapter, I did not mean to upset anyone when I put it up, I simply meant to try and warn the people who are following this story that I would not be putting up a new chapter too soon. I did not mean to "cheat" or anything I just didn't want people thinking that I have forgotten them. ANYWAY, lets stop dwelling on that and carry on with the story! I hope you all like it! ;)

Carlisle's POV

My fingers curled around the handle and I pulled the door open. A loud squeak echoed from the floor and I was soon interrupted from counting the beats of her heart. In that split second from which I was parted from my sweat sanctuary, the problems that the beats had kept at bay seemed to explode inside of me.

My eyes flew open.

What was I going to do? How was I going to control myself? What did the future hold? These questions seemed to be circling around my head and for these questions; I held no answer.

I stood there, stuck between the corridor and the morgue; stuck between heaven and hell: purgatory. My mind was clouded, full of questions waiting to be answered. How? What? Why? It was only when I heard her heart stutter and fail did I suddenly forget all of those questions, but in their place, new ones appeared. What was happening? Why was her heart not picking back up? Was she...I could not even think the word of which she could not be, of which I would not allow her to be.

My frozen heart seemed to ice over as the clock over head ticked by. Death seemed to be what was best for her, yet death was the last thing, in my heart, that I wanted her to reach. I was torn between two, yet again. Seconds dragged out, longer then usual. I wanted to go find out, find out and help. But, what help could I give? Only the help of a vampire soul and what help would that be to her?

I heard the nurses elated hearts beat upstairs. Heard theirs but not hers. I heard my rasping breath draw in and out impatiently. Heard mine but not hers. Heard everything within reach of my vibrating eardrums, heard everything but a single thud of her heart or inflation of her lungs. Time was drawing out and the truth started to spring in my mind. She was dead. The facts were there, right in front of me. They were there, but not at all helpful. I wanted to rejoice at her safety, but my heart had sunken to low for rejoice, too low to even feel remorse for her deserving, beat less heart.

And just when I thought that the world had crashed over, the slow thud of her heart picked back up. My heart rose, rose so high that I felt it in my mouth. It rose and then sunk. She was in danger. My remorse overshadowed my guilt, she cold not please me.

Her heart thudded again and I forgot all of the problems. I could not deny my ears of that sweet melody. Her beats calmed me at first but soon I felt overpowered by it. She had me hypnotized. My eyes were forced together and my feet pushed forward, past the doorframe and into the Morgue. She was in danger, but her heart seemed to welcome it.

I heard the door slowly click closed behind me and I suddenly felt the full warmth of her blood. It hit me hard and painful, as painful as a thousand knives being forced down my throat. Her scent was appealing, more appealing then any humans' blood before her. The thought of her blood trickling down my throat made venom spring to my mouth.

I wanted her blood. I wanted her life. She was dieing anyway, so what did it matter if I killed her now? She would be grateful for the end, so my nature was helping her reach her goal. Every living thing had an end, so what would did it matter if one puny human's end came quicker then expected?

I crouched closer to her, yet again, her fragrance hit me, but this time I enjoyed it. The knowledge of the fact that her blood would be running, any second, down my throat seemed to make everything better. I moved closer and leaned over her body. I inhaled one last breath of her scent before finally putting my mouth to her throat.

My teeth pierced through her soft skin and the warm luxurious liquid started to filter into my mouth. It flowed down my throat, which cooled at the single touch of her blood. That was when I heard it. A shriek of pain shattered the silence of the night into pieces. A shriek of pain that had exploded from her lips. I quickly ripped my teeth away from her throat and looked into her deep chestnut eyes (which had had flown open when her scream had erupted from her throat). They were alive, aware and in pain. I had caused her pain. Another shriek ripped from her chest and I broke down. I kneeled by her table and whimpered. What had I done? I said I was going to leave her, I promised myself that I would not harm her peace and now I had caused her pain.

I heard her hands grip the table; her nails screeched against the metal. I heard her heart beat faster; trying to empty her dieing body of the poison. I heard her lungs withdraw a deep, rasping breath; trying to oxygenate her blood. I heard all of these, but I still did not look at her. I just stayed there, rocking back and forth, welling in my despair.
How selfish was I? She was the one suffering. She was the one in pain. She was the one who I had cursed for my own achievement, and yet there I stayed, reborn in my own new aching pain. But as much as I criticized myself, I still could not help it. I just stayed there, not even shedding one ounce of despair for her, but only for myself.

I listened again to her quickening heartbeat. Even in its hastiness, it still could sound like the tune of a songbird, fluttering away from its predator. But the heart could not flutter quick enough. She had already been caught and had always been in mortal peril.

My thoughts wandered from my ache, towards the people outside this room. I did not know why, but I just listened, wondering what the unknowledgeable were up to, wondering how one person could carry on when such a cautophrosy had happened. But they weren't as innocent as I thought. As another scream screeched from her lips and echoed off the walls, I suddenly understood that those walls would not keep it in. The scream would happily venture through them and up to the people above and from what I could hear, the people were not too happy about it.

I heard their hurried footsteps patter across the ceiling. Heard them rush down the stairs. Heard them approach the morgue doors. Heard them stop and wait. Waiting for something of which I did not know.

Everything fell silent, even she, who could not even know what was going on. My thoughts seem to quickening under the pressure and I knew that I had to do something.

I quickly stood up and placed my hand over Esme's mouth. I slowly cradled her in my arms and then placed her in the casket draws. I closed it and then ran back to the table. I sat on the table on which she had just laid and looked over my appearance. I then ripped of my bloodstained coat and wiped my face clean. I placed it next to me (on top of the pool of blood) and then picked up the clipboard. I filled in the form, making out that she was dead and placed it back on the table. I then rearranged my features so I looked completely innocent. Just on time, another scream echoed from her casket and I held my breath, waiting for the people to enter. I saw the handle being pulled and watched as four nurses entered the room; Hettie, Rosemary, Ellie and June. They all looked alarmed.

"Why Hettie, what a shock it is to see you down here. And you nurse Ellie. I thought you were up looking after Mr. Johnson during his last moments," I said, my voice thick with confusion. I saw all eight eyes rip away from the surroundings and lock their eyes on me. At once, they warmed.

"Oh, Dr. Cullen," Hettie breathed, obviously shocked to see me here. "We just heard a scream and wondered what was going on, have you seen anything?"

They did not suspect me. I was the most dangerous predator alive and they still did not suspect me. "No," my mouth lied but my heart was screaming another answer; it was screaming the truth.

"Oh, let us know if you do see anything, we'll go contact the police," Hettie finished and was about to turn to leave when Ellie interrupted the end.

"You are not wearing your coat Dr. Cullen?" she questioned.

Perfect. "No, I was just about to go home actually, I just felt suddenly weak, especially with this girls poor death."

Ellie nodded in understanding, "Yes, it is a great regret." She then turned and left.

The other nurses nodded and left, leaving me and the silent victim alone.

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