AN: I'm Back!!!! miss me? no, i didn't really go anywhere, i was totally bogged down by homework, and this story has started coming a little more slowly now. Cuz i have to form my ideas into something that will make sense to others and not just me. any way. Selene's part of her history is total work of my overactive imagination. Edward's part in it is more of Stephenie's mind. She owns all original characters, and pairings.

though, i do own Selene, the Selemmett relatinship and this story line. Enjoy and review!!!! i beg of you!!! sorry to have kept you waiting so long for this chapter. I think there will be one more history chapter and then back to present day 2005.

Chapter Thirteen: 1918- Last Call (Selene's POV)

1918:

(Selene's POV)

What was the point in leaving? They succumbed anyway! We should have just stayed in Chicago! But my parents didn't want to get the Spanish Influenza! Now we're stuck somewhere in Nevada and I can't go back to Chicago, because I have to stay with my dad. Mother had already died within an hour of being hospitalized.

I had been waiting by the phone for an hour now. The nurse under Dr. Cullen had said he would call me as soon as he could, but it was daytime, and he worked nights. He should be getting ready to be at the hospital by now though. It was just past four.

The only noise in this wing of the hospital was the eco of coughs and the clicking of my shoes as I tapped them. Finally, after having stood there for another hour, the shrill ring of the phone broke the evening quite. My hand shot out for the phone and I answered it on the second ring.

"Dr. Cullen?" I asked, deeply hoping it would be the doctors' melodic voice on the other end.

"It is me; Selene." I gave out a sigh of relief.

"How are they?" My question was met with silence from the other end. They were gone. There was no other explanation for the silence. They hadn't made it!

"Elizabeth isn't going to make it through the week, I'm afraid. And Edward isn't going to make it much longer past his mother. I'm so sorry. I've done everything I can." Tears start to flood my eyes.

Dr. Cullen was reassuring me that he wouldn't give up on them when I squeaked. Someone had just taped me on the shoulder.

"Miss?" I put one finger up, and asked the doctor on the other end of the phone to hang on for a moment. Then I turned to face the nurse standing behind me.

The woman's eyes were almost sunken and had huge bags under them from lack of sleep.

"You are Selene Doyle?" she asked. I nodded, not liking the sound of her voice in the tone it was in. Instant worry shot through me. This was my father's nurse.

"I'm so sorry miss Doyle. Your father just past away." My knees buckled. I whispered a squeak of a thank you and turned back to the phone. Both my parents were gone. Edward's parents were gone. And Edward was going right down that same path.

"Are you on the phone in Edward's room?" I squeaked out. There was almost no volume to my voice, so I don't know how he heard me. But he did and said that he was. "Could you put him on please?"

"Of course." Was all Dr. Cullen said before Edward's raspy voice came on. It didn't even sound like him anymore. That just added to my tears. I wasn't usually one to cry, but all of this was too much. I started sobbing.

"They're gone Edward. Both my parents are gone too."

There he was; the one who was sick, consoling the perfectly healthy one. He was making harsh hushing noises and murmuring into the receiver.

"I'm so sorry Sel. This must be terrible for you. How are you feeling though?" he asked. Concern was woven all through his words.

"I'm just fine, health wise. Just broken otherwise." Then, I straightened and remembered what the doctor had said. Edward probably won't make it too much longer past his mother. I had to see him again, before it was too late.

"Edward?"

"Yes Selene?" I took a deep breath to clear the tears away. I had to sound confident and brave.

"Promise me something Edward," he gave a ragged laugh that ended in a cough.

"Of course darling. What?" I sighed again. I had no right to be doing this. He had suffered enough already. But, as he and I always knew, humans were selfish beings, and I wanted this last thing from him.

"Hold on Edward. Just keep holding on until I get there. All I'll need is a week. Promise me you'll try," it all came out in one breath and involuntary tears trickled down my face again.

"Of course I'll try darling. Your face is all that has kept me going so far. I'm sure an impending visit from my angel will definitely keep me going." He chuckled with weak, dark humor.

We talked for a few more minutes, but it was getting late and I needed to get moving.

"I need to go Eddy. I love you so much. Keep holding on alright?" he told me he loved me with his whole heart and then handed the phone off to Dr. Cullen. I told him of my plans to get there and he promised he'd try to get him to keep going.

Then I hung up, went to say my last goodbyes to my father, and then I left the hospital. I had to get to Chicago as fast as I could. I needed to see Edward one last time. I needed him, and he needed me too. His piercing green eyes and tossled bronze hair were a must see. He couldn't give up before then. He just couldn't. Then, once he was gone, I was leaving the country. We had always wanted to see Romania, so I would go there. But Edward came first.