Carlisle's point of view
I was walking home from work when I saw a man attacking a girl. I yelled at him, "Oi!", and then saw him run off down the alleyway. I ran to the girl and saw that she was bleeding, heavily. I checked her wounds. Stab wounds. Shoulder-Non fatal, knee-non fatal, neck-shit.
I then saw who she was. Rosalie Hale. I knew what she was to Esme, and I knew I needed to save her for Esme.
I bit down on her wrist, hard. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to inject vampire venom. I then injected venom into each of her wounds and saw them beginning to close.
I looked around to make sure no one was watching and I carried her back to our apartment.
I put her into the bed in the spare room and sat waiting for Esme to come home. She had gone to a friend of ours. She came home at eleven and saw the pained look on my face. "What is it?" She asked.
I gestured towards the spare room. She walked in and saw Rosalie lying on the bed, she made a pained noise like a wounded animal and collapsed to the floor. I tried to pick her up but she swatted me away. I walked out of the room. I could still hear her crying. It was horrible. I walked back in and gave her a piece of news that I thought she would be delighted to hear. "Esme. She'll wake again."
Esme looked up. "Yes but she'll have changed. She'll be a vampire."
I shook my head. "She probably wouldn't have changed that much."
"She wouldn't want this." She said, "She was sick just looking at the blood. She called me a monster."
I bit my lip and shook my head. She seemed ungrateful. I could not understand how she felt. I walked out of the room and stayed out.