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〃Yes…〃 Carlisle's ocher eyes were a hundred years away now。 〃Elizabeth worried obsessively over her
son。 She hurt her own chances of survival trying to nurse him from her sickbed。 I expected that he would
go first； he was so much worse off than she was。 When the end came for her； it was very quick。 It was
just after sunset； and I'd arrived to relieve the doctors who'd been working all day。 That was a hard time
to pretend—there was so much work to be done； and I had no need of rest。 How I hated to go back to
my house； to hide in the dark and pretend to sleep while so many were dying。
〃I went to check Elizabeth and her son first。 I'd grown attached—always a dangerous thing to do
considering the fragile nature of humans。 I could see at once that she'd taken a bad turn。 The fever was
raging out of control； and her body was too weak to fight anymore。
〃She didn't look weak； though； when she glared up at me from her cot。
〃Save him！' she manded me in the hoarse voice that was all her throat could manage。
〃I'll do everything in my power；' I promised her； taking her hand。 The fever was so high； she probably
couldn't even tell how unnaturally cold mine felt。 Everything felt cold to her skin。
〃You must；〃 she insisted； clutching at my hand with enough strength that I wondered if she wouldn't pull
through the crisis after all。 Her eyes were hard； like stones； like emeralds。 'You must do everything in
your power。 What others cannot do； that is what you must do for my Edward。〃
〃It frightened me。 She looked it me with those piercing eyes； and； for one instant； I felt certain that she
knew my secret。 Then the fever overwhelmed her； and she never regained consciousness。 She died
within an hour of making her demand。
〃I'd spent decades considering the idea of creating a panion for myself。 Just one other creature who
could really know me； rather than what I pretended to be。 But I could never justify it to myself—doing
what had been done to me。
〃There Edward lay； dying。 It was clear that he had only hours left。 Beside him； his mother； her face
somehow not yet peaceful； not even in death。〃
Carlisle saw it all again； his memory unblurred by the intervening century。 I could see it clearly； too； as he
spoke—the despair of the hospital； the overwhelming atmosphere of death。 Edward burning with fever；
his life slipping away with each tick of the clock… I shuddered again； and forced the picture from my
mind。
〃Elizabeth's words echoed in my head。 How could she guess what I could do？ Could anyone really want
that for her son？
〃I looked at Edward。 Sick as he was； he was still beautiful。 There was something pure and good about
his face。 The kind of face I would have wanted my son to have。
〃After all those years of indecision； I simply acted on a whim。 I wheeled his mother to the morgue first；
and then I came back for him。 No one noticed that he was still breathing。 There weren't enough hands；
enough eyes； to keep track of half of what the patients needed。 The morgue was empty—of the living； at
least。 I stole him out the back door； and carried him across the rooftops back to my home。
〃I wasn't sure what had to be done。 I settled for recreating the wounds I'd received myself； so many
centuries earlier in London。 I felt bad about that later。 It was more painful and lingering than necessary。
〃I wasn't sorry； though。 I've never been sorry that I saved Edward。〃 He shook his head； ing back to
the present。 He smiled at me。 〃I suppose I should take you home now。〃
〃I'll do that；〃 Edward said。 He came through the shadowy dining room； walking slowly for him。 His face
was smooth； unreadable； but there was something wrong with his eyes—something he was trying very
hard to hide。 I felt a spasm of unease in my stomach。
〃Carlisle can take me；〃 I said。 I looked down at my shirt； the light blue cotton was soaked and spotted
with my blood。 My right shoulder was covered in thick pink frosting。
〃I'm fine。〃 Edward's voice was unemotional。 〃You'll need to change anyway。 You'd give Charlie a heart
attack the way you look。 I'll have Alice get you something。〃 He strode out the kitchen door again。
I looked at Carlisle anxiously。 〃He's very upset。〃
〃Yes；〃 Carlisle agreed。 〃Tonight is exactly the kind of thing that he fears the most。 You being put in
danger； because of what we are。〃
〃It's not his fault。〃
〃It's not yours； either。〃
I looked away from his wise； beautiful eyes。 I couldn't agree with that。
Carlisle offered me his hand and helped me up from the table。 I followed him out into the main room。
Esme had e back； she was mopping the floor where I'd fallen—with straight bleach from the smell of
it。
〃Esme； let me do that。〃 I could feel that my face was bright red again。
〃I'm already done。〃 She smiled up at me。 〃How do you feel？〃
〃I'm fine；〃 I assured her。 〃Carlisle sews faster than any other doctor I've had。〃
They both chuckled。
Alice and Edward came in the back doors。 Alice hurried to my side； but Edward hung back； his face
indecipherable。
〃C'mon；〃 Alice said。 〃I'll get you something less macabre to wear。〃
She found me a shirt of Esme's that was close to the same color mine had been。 Charlie wouldn't notice；
I was sure。 The long white bandage on my arm didn't look nearly as serious when I was no longer
spattered in gore。 Charlie was never surprised to see me bandaged。
〃Alice；〃 I whispered as she headed back to the door。
〃Yes？〃 She kept her voice low； too； and looked at me curiously； her head cocked to the side。
〃How bad is it？〃 I couldn't be sure if my whispering was a wasted effort。 Even though we were upstairs；
with the door closed； perhaps he could hear me。
Her face tensed。 〃I'm not sure yet。〃
〃How's Jasper？〃
She sighed。 〃He's very unhappy with himself。 It's all so much more of challenge for him； and he hates
feeling weak。〃
〃It's not his fault。 You'll tell him that I'm not mad at him； not at all； won't you？〃
〃Of course。〃
Edward was waiting for me by the front door。 As I got to the bottom of the staircase； he held it open
without a word。
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