Edward
As I lay there I knew that I was going to die. The heat was unbearable as I lay there on the bed in the room. It was a small room with a wooden door at one end, and a grimy window at the other. The conditions in the room were poor with cobwebs on the ceiling, and the floor was filthy. But I was not the only one in the room. My mother was on the bed opposite me lying still and unmoving. Her eyes were shut, but also swollen, so it was impossible to tell if she was conscious or not. I could hear the doctors talking outside- "What shall we do?" Said one of them. "There are too many epidemics to deal with every one of them!"
"But we can not allow this to continue!" The other one said. I recognised his as my doctor, Dr Cullen. "The numbers of deaths are rising above 19 million and we can not let it continue!"
"I would like to continue this discussion doctor Cullen but I have patients to attend to, I am sure that you do as well."
"Of course Doctor Harris, I will let you get on with your work." I heard Doctor Cullen walk into the room and open the door. I could not see him as my eyes were also swollen, but I could hear his soft footsteps on the tiled floor, which was a sound of reassurance; therefore I knew that help was coming.
"So Edward let's have a look at you." He said, and I felt his cold, hard hands lift the cover of my bed and I suddenly felt frozen. His hand touched my chest, and felt my heart beat like the diminuendo of drums slowly grinding to a holt.
"Well Edward, considering you're illness, you're looking in good shape."
I knew he was lying. After hearing some of the conversations he and Doctor Harris had had, I knew that he was trying to keep my spirits up.
"Edward, do you mind if I go and check on your mother now?"
I didn't answer because I couldn't; my throat was too swollen to speak.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news for you Mrs Jenkins. I'm afraid that you might not make it." Doctor Cullen whispered to my mother. "You're condition is worse than we thought."
Then my mother spoke- "I knew that a long time ago Carlisle. But do not blame your self Carlisle." My mother's voice was low and hoarse. "But you know what to do. Please, please save Edward, do everything in your power."
"Of course I will-"
"No, Carlisle. You know what I mean."
"But Clair you know I can't."
"Please Carlisle. Please."
My mother's final words.
"Edward." Said Doctor Cullen. "I have to take you away from here. To a safer place. To a place that is warm and peaceful."
Then I knew that I was going to die. What could be more peaceful than death? But Dr Cullen picked me up and carried me all the way down the corridor and out into the car park and he laid me down on the back seat of his car. I don't remember the drive as I was unconscious through it all. It was only when I was at his house that I made the effort to open my eyes. It was painful, but worth it, because for the first time in months I could see Doctor Cullen's face. But his teeth were bared and mouth open as he grabbed my wrist. I struggled in vain as he raised my wrist to meet his mouth. His razor sharp teeth sunk into my wrist, and my flesh crippled away under the white teeth of Doctor Cullen. I could feel the liquid trickling through my body like oil, each centimetre that was covered was burning, horrifically. The next three days were slow and painful. Carlisle told me with a grim expression about what I had become. A vampire.