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The middle and ending of my story have as such been accounted for, so as with every story, mine still needs a beginning.
My doctor came to visit me in my hospital bed, at St James's Royal Infirmary. My doctor was the best in the hospital, Carlisle Cullen. He had the best bedside manner and knowledge beyond his years. I often wondered about becoming a doctor myself, but I had been waiting to join the army and fight for my country for too long to give up. had a request of me." "Edward," soothed Carlisle, displaying his excellent bedside manner, "your mother "What was it?" I whispered, as it hurt to speak properly. Carlisle sucked in a short breath and said "She wants me to save you, at any means necessary, and I apologise that the means are so painful." out into the night. Before I had time to contemplate the strange answer, he swept me into his arms and I could not see where Carlisle was taking me, I was barely conscious. When we
arrived at what I assumed was his home, he laid me on the kitchen table. It was comfortingly cold on my burning skin. woman’s last request." Carlisle whispered close to my face. "I apologise in advance for what I am about to do, but I will not violate a dying It took me but a moment to process his words, "A dying woman’s -?” I started to say The fire came suddenly and unannounced. A burning fire raged through my entire
before Carlisle plunged his teeth into the soft skin on my neck.
being, and in the process, desensitised me. I felt as though I was being destroyed from the inside. The fire continued for an what seamed like an eternity. As did the returning to my side.
desensitisation, although I was vaguely aware of Carlisle leaving for the infirmary and And then just as suddenly and unexpectedly as it came, the fire left, as though
extinguished. I struggled to see, as my eyelids seemed reluctant to move. When they finally moved an inch, I surveyed my surroundings for the first time. I was in a dimly lit room - although the poor light no longer seemed to affect my vision - lay on a wooden table that no longer felt comfortingly cold, but disturbingly breakable. I jumped to my feet, feeling weak and yet stronger than before. It was then I noticed
Carlisle sat perfectly still and calm on a thatched chair in the corner of the room. His striking amber eyes were fixed upon my face. "Edward," he said calmly, rising to his feet. "How do you feel?" That simple question shook me and made me delve into my mind properly for the
first time. I heard a faint mumble of voices in my mind. I tried to listen, but they were all overlapping. I picked out Carlisle’s voice easily once I concentrated.
-Pale, but that is to be expected I suppose. Dear, I wonder what is taking him so long to answer. Does he feel alright, or is he reluctant to speak because he feels truly awful? "Its not that bad. I feel a bit disorientated, but I don't feel truly awful." I mumbled, hoping Carlisle heard. Hmm. I wonder when I should tell him about what happened. Should I break it to him quickly, or ease it into conversation? Or "What happened? Break it to me quickly, I want to know." I said, anger seeping into my voice. What was he keeping from me, and why was he debating with himself with me present? I wonder how much he has guessed. Has he guessed anything? "I haven't guessed anything, and I have little idea as to what you are speaking of, so please tell me." I said, trying to restrain the anger. I wonder how he'll react. I have never done this before. I do hope he doesn't lash out. .. My frustration was mounting as I spat out the words "I will NOT lash out. Just tell me. Now. Quickly." Hmm, I wonder . . .Do you want the long explanation or the short one? "Short. Quickly. Now." I commanded. "Oh my!" exclaimed Carlisle. "Now this is different . . ." "What is different?" I barked "What are you keeping from me?" You can hear me now, yes? "Yes Carlisle." I shouted, frustrated that he would ask such pointless questions in such a strange situation. Edward. Look at me. My lips are not moving, and no sound escaping them, yet you can hear me. That forced me to fully assess the situation. He was right. I could still hear him, even though his lips were motionless and the room was silent. Can you hear anyone else? I decided to be truthful. "Yes. I can hear murmurs, but I don't know what they are
saying." I admitted.
Hmm. Interesting. Can you try and concentrate on another voice, and tell me what they say? I concentrated. I picked out a male voice, a deep booming voice. "There is man. He is saying 'I wonder what meat Jane will pick up, I hope it's not the farmers pork again. That repeated on me . . .'" "Strange." murmured Carlisle. "I cannot hear any such voice." "So what do you think is wrong with me?" I asked holding my breath. "I think you can read minds. I do not think this is a side effect of your condition, as I have never experienced such power in my many years. I do not know how this came to be, but there should be a reasonable explanation for this . . . Maybe if I . . ." He trailed off. I realised in that moment that during his slow speech, that had to have lasted more than three minutes, that I had stopped breathing. "Aah!" I shouted gasping for air and sinking to the floor, with my hands outstretched before me. It was then I noticed my hands. They were different. The skin was pale, the same colour of Carlisle's. And they were cold. They felt no heat loss when they touched the cold tiled floor. "What . . . How . . . Carlisle?" I gasped, in a sudden state of shock. "Aah. Oh yes. That escaped my mind." he replied, infuriatingly calm as ever. Poor boy. I have kept him in suspense long enough. I think I need to tell him . . . My earlier frustration returned, as I shouted "Tell me what!" "Do you remember three days ago, when I brought you to this house?" he asked. "Yes." I replied simply. "And do you remember what I did?" he asked, sounding uncomfortable, as if he hoped I didn't remember. But I did. That was the day he plunged his teeth into my neck and brought about the eternity of fire and pain. "Yes. You bit me. And then the fire came." I mumbled, sounding like a small child when I listened to it in Carlisle thoughts. "I apologise for the 'fire'. But it was what your mother wanted. I promised her I would do all that I could to save you. And I cannot leave a dying woman’s wish unfulfilled." he said, his face falling as he did so, "And although she knew what you would become, she didn't realise the pain involved." "A dying woman?" I whispered, rising to my feet again, "Dying? She is dead?"
Carlisle flew to my side so fast, I barely even noticed him moving. And then his words replayed in my head. "What have I become?" I whispered. "A vampire." Carlisle whispered back, in his most soothing tone. came. He bit me.
A vampire? But . . . how? And then I remembered what Carlisle did before the fire As realisation hit me, I darted away from Carlisle, seeing my horrified expression in "NO!" I bellowed, not even fazing Carlisle.
his thoughts. My face. It was different. And my eyes, were blood red.
were to eat, if I chose to join him. When the red would fade from my eyes if I joined him.
And over the next few hours, Carlisle told me all about the vampire life. What we
me, to bite me. somewhere new. And I joined Carlisle, as that was the only thing I could do. He told me he would tell the hospital I finally died, and we would start afresh
He told me that my mother had guessed about what he was, and asked him to save
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