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In My Time

In My Time by Awsomealice94 Thank you Marauder by Midnight for the banner Isabella Marie Swan and Edward Anthony Mason were just sixteen and seventeen before they met, their destinies never seeming to cross paths. Living in the very outskirts of Chicago, Bella doesn’t want to be married as quickly as society wants. Edward wants to help assist President Wilson by fighting in the World War. Plans seemed to all change when, unexpectedly, with one little spark, a fire seemed to ignite the both of them. Through troubles beyond comprehension, the times of properness and society, influenza on the rise, and abhorrent losses- perhaps even their own deaths, the two of them must concur them all. But can they? A love story to the fullest-but of course, even the best love stories have tragedy and losses nestled inside. (2nd most favorite on the site! Thanks guys! Also-In My Time was on display in Waterstones Bookstore, located in Oxford,United Kingdom for a twilight event)

- alright, I have a VERY good feeling about this story, and I am hoping you will too. Disclaimer- I own nothing, I just write fan fic, and I love doing it :)

28. A Choice

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~Dr. Carlisle Cullen’s Point of View~

It was as if her emerald eyes had seen right through me…as if they had seen to my core. Every thought, every emotion, and every secret I had ever had- it was as if she had known them in those few short seconds. Her last breaths were spent asking-no begging- me to save her last remaining kin.

How was it that she had known I could? Did she realize what exactly saving them entailed? She couldn’t have-nobody, not even a wretched monster, would want this for their loved ones.

I was shaken; I realized this almost immediately after she had said it…I feared what would happen next. I ran a hand through my blond hair and tried desperately to clear my head of all it’s jumbled up thoughts, dark fears and doubts alike.

I moved away from Elizabeth Mason’s dead body, not wanting to look at Edward or Bella. I couldn’t tell them the horrible news…not now. From the sound of their breathing they were sleeping, though it wasn’t as smooth and calm as it should be. It was much louder than any other human’s breathing should be. Haggard, almost hard…the influenza had spread to both of their lungs. At hearing this I got over my cowardly behavior, turned around, and walked over and checked them. Bella seemed to be in a worse condition than her husband.

I didn’t have the heart to wake either of them up, nor did I have the courage. I was careful not to touch Bella too much as I placed a thermometer in her mouth. The useless tool that hung around the back of my neck I fiddled with as I waited for her temperature to come up. A stethoscope was literary a useless object when I didn’t even need to have it to hear a heartbeat. Her pulse was…soft, faint as though her heart was struggling immensely to keep her alive. She had fallen ill with this influenza quite some time ago…I feared it was turning into the last stages.

I took the thermometer out of her mouth; she stirred once but remained asleep. I looked down to read her body temperature at 104 degrees. It was unbearably high. I studied the little glass tube…forgetting to restrain my strength. It burst into a million tiny glass fragments, making a light tapping noise a thousand times over on the floor. Red mercury serum ran down my hand, dripping onto the white floor…staining it.

I looked at my hand…the red reminded me of blood. I looked back at the two sick humans in front of me, the ones that were so much in love. I had grown rather close to them in the last few months…I had made a promise to a dying woman to save them…with all of my power. The only way I knew how to save them was to make them like me….

But would I be able to do it?

I remembered my own pain…the outstanding fire that could never be put out. I remembered that cellar…the putrefying potato peelings acting as my death bed…the pungent odor was so unbearable. But the pain was so much worse. I remembered the pure fear I had had when they went out to look for me…when my vampire hunting party tried to find me…so that they could kill me. But there was more fear as to what I was becoming…and what I would have to do to myself. It had crossed my mind to just let them find me, to take me out of the misery and to stop another monster from terrorizing this earth. But that would have been selfish, as it would kill my father-his pride- along with me. And so, as a solution, I had craned my neck ever so slightly and had opened my mouth, keeping a mouthful of the festering rubbish to gag me, and to muffle my screams of agony. I remembered it so well….it was one of the things I would rather like to forget. Until then, I had no idea why I was changed-why god had made me into this…monster. And why I wasn’t able to extinguish myself as I had planned in that dark cellar all those centuries ago. Perhaps it was for these two?

But I did not wish for the same fires to ignite in them…I did not wish it on even the ones that deserved it. I had never tasted human blood before…and I was afraid that once I did, I might not be able to stop. Those vermin vampires had bit me…and only left me to die so that they would not die themselves. There were many of them…I remembered when they cornered me in that ally. I was stupid-I left my party, chasing one to impress my father. I remembered thinking that it would have been better to be murdered by the monsters than to turn me into one, and therefore live. They had bitten me in so many places….each taking a sip of my own blood. My two ankles, my two wrists, my neck…it was painful. If I were to change Edward and Bella, would I need more than one vampire like I had? Would I need to only bite once, or more than that as I had?

The Volturi did not explain such things to me…nor did I ask, because I knew I would never harm another human being in my existence. Was I willing to give up that oath for them? Elizabeth’s eyes were all I could see now…I had promised her….I had promised.

I did not have much time to think about the subject…upon what I had learned of Bella, she had mere hours left. Her fever was raging…just as Elizabeth’s was. Edward probably had a little more time…a couple of days at the most. I needed to make up my mind. Did I break my promise and let them die…so that every day of my existence I could feel guilty and reflect back and wonder what if I kept my promise? Or did I change them both, not even knowing how, into vampires…condemning them to live an immortal life…they might not even stay with me…it was a possibility. But I was lonely too…I had no family. And Elizabeth trusted me with hers’…

I froze as Edward moved once, slightly awake as his breathing shifted. He moved to stroke Bella’s cheek, too groggy to notice I was in front of their bed. He kissed that same spot with the purest of love I had ever gazed upon. Edward was exactly how I would have wanted my son to be…and Bella was exactly whom I would want my son to marry. Edward fell back asleep in an instant. I had grown so attached to them…it was dangerous; I knew that more now than I had before.

I wiped the red liquid off of my hand and onto my previously clean, white jacket. I had made up my mind. They could not die this early. One could not live without the other either, for that would be condemning them to a fate worse than death itself. If I would keep my promise I would have to change both. Elizabeth, though, had ultimately made up my mind.

I wasn’t quite sure if I was even thinking clearly…I knew what I must do first. I took Elizabeth down to the morgue. There was nothing else I could do for her, she was long gone. I hoped she found peace, wherever she was. There were so many dead bodies in this tight space, and I put her in the best spot I could, saying a small prayer. I tried to look normal as I walked through the hospital. Other doctors were leaving, as I had just arrived a half hour ago for the night shift. There was not enough doctors already…it was a hard thing to do every day-to go to my home and pretend I was sleeping.

I walked through the hospital and wheeled Bella to the morgue. It was hard to do this, as she was so close to Edward. It was very plausible that Edward could have woken up, but he didn’t. Bella’s fever was too high to regain consciousness at the moment-or ever. Nobody noticed, as I wheeled her through the hospital, that she was still breathing. I then acted on a whim, and I left out the back door, she sleeping in my arms. I ran through the city, back alleys that were so dark you couldn’t see much even in the day. When I got to a busy part in the city I jumped over rooftops.

I made it to my apartment and left her on the couch. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the way out, and I paused for a second. “What are you doing, Carlisle?” I asked myself, noticing the way my eyes were wide and frenzied. I would have to control that when I went back to the hospital.

I ran, easier now that I didn’t have Bella in my arms, back to the hospital and to their old room. Edward was still sleeping, but very lightly now. He would probably awaken in a minute. I couldn’t have that-he had to appear dead. I bit my lip and walked down the hall, moving so that it looked like it was any ordinary day. I rummaged through the storage room till I found what I was looking for-a syringe and medicine. This would knock him out for a good couple of hours.

I felt bad as I walked back and found him opening his eyes slightly, his heart beat growing faster once he realized that the bed was empty beside him. “I’m sorry about this, Edward.” I meant those words more than he could have ever realized. I plunged the needle into his arm, releasing its contents directly into his blood stream. He was unconscious in a few seconds. I then wheeled him out, making sure that I had grabbed all of the necessary paperwork to show that all three had died, but especially Bella and Edward. I wheeled him and carried him back the same way as I had his wife. There was no turning back…they would die soon, unless I bit them. I had never felt more like those vermin vampires until now.

I placed Edward and Bella on the floor, making a type of soft padding with my blankets on the bed I never used. I was afraid they would roll off of it in pain if I put them on it…they would recognize nothing but the fire. Once that was done I knew I had to figure out how to bite them. Did I bite them once or not? I didn’t know if that would be enough…I would have to recreate the wounds I had been given when I was changed. It was the only way to be sure.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered to Bella, taking her limp wrist with only a faint heart beat flowing blood through it. “God forgive me.” I whispered, before biting her. It was a sweet taste…I didn’t realize how different-good-it was from animal blood. These thoughts scared me, and I remembered Elizabeth’s voice. I pulled back from this wrist and took another. Then I bit her neck, followed by her two ankles. I resorted to a gulp from each bite…pulling back felt like somebody had five thousand weights lowering me to her. It was hard to stop. I moved on to Edward and did the same. His blood did not taste as sweet, but it was just as good. I remembered Elizabeth as I bit and gulped. I did it as fast as I possibly could.

As soon as I bit him the last time, in his neck, I forced myself back into the corner of the room. I sunk down the wall, exhausted and shaking. It was so hard, and I was so frightened at what I had just done. There was only three days now to wait. As I wiped the blood off of my face I squeezed my eyes shut.

That was when the screaming began.