BPOV

I watched over the boy and young family for seventeen years.

Every time the boy was sick, I would heal him. When he slept at night I would hold his hand and sing him a lullaby. And when he was upset at the world I would wrap myself around him and give what comfort I could.

Over time, I could feel myself beginning to slip away. Every act of love that I had given to the boy and his family was slowly draining me of my powers. Before, I existed as a powerful spirit able to walk and to heal, flying through the wind; but now I was a weakened spirit, only strong enough to follow and watch the family.

This both comforted and distressed me. I was comforted in this life as long as I stayed with the boy for he was my reason for living in this world. But I was distressed in knowing that I could never again touch and heal him as I was able to do before.

Sadly, because of this, I had to watch as his father died from the Spanish Flu. I tried so hard to heal his father, but the more I tried the more I slipped away. Instead, I ended up fighting just to stay with the family; and had to say goodbye to the father as well. When his soul finally left his body and entered into the spirit realm I thought for sure I would get in trouble for being there, but he only smiled at me as he left this world for the next.

Less than a week later, I had to suffer alone as I watch the boy and his mother both succumb to the dreaded disease. I cried so hard begging whatever god existed, that he would heal this family, but of course my cries were ignored; or at least I thought they were.

Shortly before the mother's death, she pleaded with one of the doctors to heal her son as only he could. I had of course noticed the doctor immediately the week before at the hospital, as he was one of the few vampires left in the world who followed the Swan way of life.

Surprised by such request, the doctor just stared at the boy's mother and asked her why. She smiled as she spoke back to him; her words so quiet that only he in the earth realm could hear.

I could do nothing except watch. I watched as the doctor agreed to the mother's request. I watched as she left the world in peace, waving to me as she joined her husband. And then I watched as the doctor rolled my boy away saying, "I'll take care of you now Edward."