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Chapter One -The Beautiful Patient
It was normal for me to clock out late during my work days and I knew that Edward expected me to but I felt anxious as I sat in my office nosing through files. My pale, ice-cold hands sliding over hand-written and sometimes typed accounts of what had gone on in the hospital, as I studied, reading every line twice out of boredom. I picked up the file and threw it out on the desk with a disgusted noise as I ran my fingers through my blonde hair.
I wished I could sleep. I wanted to dream. I wanted to dream of something—what? Freedom from this damned life of mine? Dream of my 'son' Edward? Or dream of the wife I longed to have but knew it was impossible.
There were many beautiful women in our town but Edward and I knew it wouldn't be wise to associate ourselves with them. Besides the nurses at my hospital, I stuck clear of most women. None of them truly appealed to me, though many had flawless beauty and I would hear them whisper behind my back about how handsome I was and how I was such a gentleman. It pleased me to know that my workers thought so high of me, but as for my beauty, I considered it a curse.
My beauty was a tool to lure my victims in. I was a vampire—a servant of the devil destined to rot in hell for all of eternity. I hated bringing the innocent around us, and a part of me would never forgive myself for changing Edward.
I pushed the pain to the back of my mind and scribbled some notes down on a piece of paper. I stood up and was about to take off my lab-coat when one of my nurses came in. "Dr. Cullen!" she said urgently, her eyes alive with panic. "We have a serious situation!"
I did not fear for the human who was injured. I did not worry about losing control. I promised that whoever was out there, I would not kill. I made myself this promise long ago before I became a doctor. I wanted to make a difference, even if I was a monster.
Almost instantly I went into action—out of my seat and into the hallway as fast as a human could go. They wheeled her in, this beautiful woman—pale skinned (but not white like my own) with reddish-brown hair. My heart had been silent for years, but I knew that if I were human it would've stopped in its tracks.
Her beauty alone over-whelmed me—a perfect picture of mortal perfection. I followed as the nurses wheeled her so they could perform the presiders. "What's her name?" I asked the nurse who walked beside me with a file. "Esme Evenson," the nurse told me. "She fell off a cliff."
I winced at that. She fell? "Her husband is Charles Evenson," the nurse went on.
Dammit—married. "Apparently," the nurse went on. "Her husband was abusive and she bore him a child. A few days ago the poor little thing died of a lung infection."
Abused? How dare he? How in the name of heaven could he mistreat such perfection? As we walked along, I began studying Esme's face. I recognized her as a girl I had treated many years ago when she had fallen from a tree. She was no more than a child then—how she had grown! And how beautiful she had become!
I spoke with the nurse about the rest of her life as we walked and soon zoned out thinking about her. This beautiful woman—who was dying—might be the woman of my dreams. This… human… I didn't doubt that I would be capable of changing her, but the question was: was I brave enough to do it? To take her whole life away, make her a demon—could I do that if I truly loved her? I barely knew her but I was compelled by her. They said she had a child; could I take that away from her—the ability to have children?
A nurse that had been working over her stepped back. "She's gone," she whispered sadly.
No! No she can't be dead! I thought anxiously. I listened as hard as I could and heard the faint beat of her heart. "I'll take her home," I said. "Back to her husband."
The nurses didn't argue and I picked up the beautiful stranger and cradled her in my arms. The feel of her warm skin against mine was nothing more than pure pleasure. I looked down at her peaceful face as the shadow of death swept across it.
I had acknowledged as well as accepted that I was a monster but as I was alone with her as I carried her out into the night air, I felt something snap inside. I didn't want her blood—I wanted her body. It was a dirty desire and I was ashamed to feel it—she was married for crying out loud! I had no right to love her, I had no right to want her in the way I did, but I knew what must be done—I could not let this beautiful woman die, not in my arms.
There was only one thing left in my power to do. I ran her home at vampire speed-whipping past trees and branches as I went. I could smell Edward in the woods—hunting… great. He was still but a newborn and he didn't have as much self-control when it came to humans. I knew he would be outraged that I planned to do this to yet again another innocent human. I knew that Edward loved me like a father, but I knew he hated me for doing this to him as well.
Luckily, we didn't cross paths. Esme squirmed in my arms and let out a painful sigh. I knew it wouldn't be long before it was too late. I carried her into the house—it was open but small. Since it was just Edward and I neither of us bothered to really decorate the house. We had our rooms which were piled high with books and music. In my room, I set her on the small bed I had for lounging while I read or listened to music though it was little use to me since I couldn't sleep.
Her heartbeat was beginning to fade. I kneeled down beside the bed and brushed my thumb across her cheek. "Esme," I whispered. "I am going to save you, but the way I'm going to do so is not pleasant," I warned her. "Are you ready?"
I heard her whisper a groan and her heart nearly stopped. I bent down and acted as if I were to kiss her, but instead let my teeth sink into her throat.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed and continue to read! :)