When Cara woke, Carlisle was next to her in a dining room chair. A small notebook sat on his knee as he scribbled quickly. When she stirred, he looked up at her.

"Cara…" he stood and looked her over, "How are you?" he put a hand on her forehead, he didn't feel cold anymore.

"Good… Really good." She looked around wildly as Carlisle took down more notes, "Where am I?" At a quick first glance, she could've sworn it was her bedroom. The sheets she sat on were hers, her bookcases and books were arranged in the same order and even her clothes, which peaked out from the closet, were arranged in the same order she remembered them in. Although the room itself was different. It the walls were white and the dimensions were larger. She sprang up to her feet, "Where am I?" she repeated, growing in concern.

"Cara, please sit." She did but fidgeted. Her senses were on an ineffable high. She was strong and afraid. She heard footsteps and voices all around her, she looked around for the source.

"What is that?" She looked at Carlisle wildly, "What is going on?"

"When you were dying… in the hospital, I acted in a very quick decision and now, you are alive." Carlisle chose his words with care, not trying to give away anything too quickly. But soon enough, he told her.

"But…" she put a hand on her stomach, eyes beginning to water, "what about…?"

"I can't say." He turned his notebook to her, she skimmed the well-organized—although still scatter-brained—notes, "This is all new to me."

4 Sept. 2:03 in morning- Patient is bitten

4 Sept. 5:57 in morning- Patient experiences heart failure

4 Sept. 8:30 in morning- Patient writhes in pain.

5 Sept. 11:21 at night- Patient has frequent violent outburst.

5 Sept. 2:10 in morning- Patient reacts well to natural pain-killer (turmeric extract). The was crossed out several times.

5 Sept. 2:12 in morning- Patient does not react well to natural pain-killers.

6 Sept. 5:30 in evening- Patient seizes.

6 Sept. 8:03 in morning- Patient calms.

6 Sept. 11:12 in midday- Patient awakens.

Carlisle watched her face and remembered his purpose, "Wait here," he told her with confidence before getting up to leave the room. Cara sat cross-legged on the bed, hyper aware of everything. She walked over to her closet and put on the first dress she saw. She ran a comb through her hair and put an old pair of shoes on her feet. Her mirror was nowhere to be found. She looked down at her hand and saw the ring. She smiled at it, remembering her husband. But as she took it off to examine it, she smelled the tiny fragments of blood she left while on that godforsaken cot. She slammed it down on the bookshelf and ran to the bed, smothering her face in a pillow. The tears flowed like a river.

Carlisle walked out of Cara's room and down the stairs. He thought of that awful night just a few days ago. He remembered the chilling events with accuracy. First, he walked over to Cara's cot, checking the water in her paper cup. Her breath was shallow and he could almost feel the heat of her body radiating onto him. He felt a slight tug at his lab coat.

"Wh… E…" Cara's words disappeared in lack of breath but she formed the shape of them easily enough: Where is Edward?

"We checked him in a few hours ago." Carlisle said with sympathetic eyes, "We are looking after him with the best care possible." He placed a cold towel on her head which sent a chill throughout her body.

"No…n…" she shook her head slowly, wincing in pain, "No…"

"I'm so sorry…" He hated this part of his job.

After caring for the silently hysterical Cara, he noticed a stir in a bed a few rows down. It was Elizabeth Masen. Her face was spattered with coughed blood and her eyes were sunken in. He barely recognized her. But when she saw Carlisle, the same was not true. Her eyes lit with recognition as she mustered all her strength and grabbed a handful of Carlisle's lab coat. He was astonished by this and leaned in closer.

"You make sure…" a pained breath, "you do everything you can to save my son." A tear ran down her red hot cheek, "Everything." She put emphasis on the word. Undoubtedly, she knew. Carlisle worried for a moment after she released his coat and then it was gone. Elizabeth Masen took a deep, calm relaxed breath before settling into the unfamiliar cot and exhaling the breath of life. He took her advice and after pulling the white sheet over her, promptly moved to Edward's bed. He lay there, dazed and unaware of everything, a fire burning underneath his skin. He didn't say anything at all but he just slept, face contorting as he breathed. He suffered. They all were. But he had a mission to save Edward and he wouldn't go back on his word.

Carlisle opened the door to a spare room on the lower level. Inside was the exact furnishings and placement of Edward's old room, complete with the owner himself, lying half-conscious on the bed.

"Edward, please come with me." Edward rose and in an (human) instant, he was next to his creator.

"You have yet to answer my questions."

"I thought it better to show you rather than tell you."

"Alright."

They ascended up the long staircase, with each step, Edward felt nerves building. His senses were keen and he was growing more and more able to distinguish the scents he picked up on. He smelled a rose-cinnamon extract that Cara used in her bathwater. He smelled the soap that she washed all her dresses in. He felt her here. As Carlisle opened the door, the scents and essence of Cara flooded over Edward, but with one very large piece of the puzzle vacant.

"What is this?" Edward said angrily as he walked into Cara's vacant and relocated room.

"I…" Carlisle started as he looked around wildly.

"What are you trying to do?" Edward had fire in his eyes as he picked up Cara's pillow, "What tears are these? What game is this?" The window let in a small midday breeze. Carlisle tried to determine whether or not it was already open before he left.

"Edward—please!"

"No! I don't know what joke this is but it's not funny!"

"But she's here, she has to be! Cara is alive!"

"Don't ever say her name again…" He pointed an accusatory finger at his once beloved family doctor, "She's dead…" his voice cracked slightly at the word dead, "And you killed her…" with that he stormed out of the room. As the door slammed shut, the crunch of early grounded leaves crunched under Cara's moving feet. She was unsure of how far she walked since it was almost all through back roads and thick forests, shielding the sun from her immortal skin. She would've kept walking had it not been for a particularly glassy lake.

"Oh my…" She examined her silky red-black hair and her glowing face. She walked a little taller and her eyes shone in a color she couldn't quite distinguish in the darkness.

"Strange, no?"

Cara jumped at the sound and wildly looked around. She saw no one and only heard a faint dark chuckle deep in the forest.

"Who are you?" Nothing, "Whoever you are, just go away, you don't know what I'm capable of!"

"I think I might."

She jumped down from a tree and in front of Cara. Her light brown hair was strikingly beautiful in shiny waves. Her clothes were beautiful in its simplicity and her eyes were a piercing red. Her name was Chelsea and there could not be a better friend for our newborn Cara than she was.

...

If anyone remembers the poll that I referred to earlier, with the question of where you would most likely meet a vampire, well, the majority of people voted a thick forest. And viola! they met in a thick forest. So besides that, there is a big bit of three imagery with Carlisle's notes and as I've been saying, pay attention too it! We also get Carlisle's perspective on the whole changing ordeal. I thought it was always strange that Elizabeth Masen said that to Carlisle but can't explain it much (anyone else sense a mini-story coming from this? Just me? Okay...) And, of course, we meet Chelsea. Now, Chelsea is just barely a part of the series (I believe she only gets a one line description in the book) and for those who didn't know who she is, she's a part of the Volturi guard (hence, her small part). And she will become Cara's best friend and help her along this very strange transition as friends often do. I hope you enjoyed this, please stay tuned for the final chapter of this part and be sure to post comments and such. Cheers!