The surprise was a girl. Not just any girl, but a human girl. She was extraordinarily beautiful, and with her warm blood everywhere, she smelled especially appetizing.

"Careful, Esme" Carlisle warned me as he went on to bite this girl at her wrists, neck, and ankles. I could hear what he tried to hide in his voice, the fact that she was for Edward. He loved being in a relationship, and was unhappy that Edward couldn't find someone. Edward had gone off for a while on his own, too – he wasn't as accustomed to saving human lives as Carlisle. He came back soon enough, though – before I'd had a chance to go looking for him. Carlisle was happy, as was I, although I was unhappy that he didn't find anyone he wanted. I hoped as bad as Carlisle did that this girl, extraordinarily beautiful, would be Edward's girl, finally. But while Carlisle was changing her, I saw Edward appear at the top of the stairs; looking bored, he glanced at the girl. He then disappeared back into his room, and I heard the music play again, revived from its short pause. Apparently, he was more interested in his studies than the girl. I sighed. There must have been something missing. Maybe he was too young when he was changed, frozen forever at seventeen. I could tell that Carlisle was trying very hard not to think of his intents with the girl, for fear of exposing himself and his worry to Edward. It was so kind, so Carlisle, to try to hide his worry for his son. The girl, now laying on the couch, screamed as Carlisle's teeth cut her skin, again and again. "I'm so sorry, it was the only way to save you" Carlisle nearly moaned to her, now sitting by her side. His face was twisted with his anguish that came with his hurting other creatures, human or not. At some point, Edward came downstairs. It was near the end, I could her from her suddenly racing heart. At some point, the girl, Rosalie, had stopped screaming. She seemed to realize that it did no good to scream, that the change was happening regardless. Every time, getting rarer, she shrieked, Carlisle apologized, and his face twisted. I was now watching through the window, not able to stand Rosalie's blood. That's how I saw when Edward came down the stairs. Unruffled by the glass between us, I could hear everything he said.

"Carlisle! Rosalie Hale?" he asked, surprise lighting up his features.

"I couldn't let her go to waste. It was too much." Carlisle replied in a small voice, barely a whisper.

"I know. Well, what are we going to do with her?" Edward said with a sigh, and then a particular grimace flashed across his face. Obviously, he'd heard what I was thinking, about Rosalie being for him, and Carlisle glared. I apologized with my eyes, and Carlisle sighed. "Forgiven" he mouthed at me. Rosalie stretched on the couch, and flipped off. I finally found that Carlisle had cleaned up the blood, and I was able to come in again. Rosalie looked at Edward's boring face, looking at her as though he didn't even notice her. Her face became almost angry, and dashed upstairs. Knowing her human life, it was probably to find a mirror. Hearing her thoughts, Edward's face grew angry, and I sighed. Nope, Rosalie was not for him.