When I was finally able to stop screaming, and open my eyes, everything had changed. The fire had been extinguished from every part of my body, only a faint tingling was left in my finger tips. Everything around me suddenly looked much more vivid. I could see every piece of light that reflected off of the few metal surfaces in the room, every piece of dust floating throughout the room, every grain of wood in the ceiling… I was acutely aware of a constant fire in my throat, and I immediately wanted to gulp down a galleon or three of water.

I heard the faintest movement in the corner of the room, and without thinking I flipped myself off of the stretcher, noticing in the corner of my eye that it was not filled with charcoal. Was it even possible that I could have imagined such intense pain?

I saw the doctor standing in the corner, having risen from his chair. He was completely still, and I noticed changes in his features, as I had with the rest of the room. My head was spinning, there was so much to see, so much to take in…

"What have you done to me?" I nearly spit at the doctor, remembering the look in his eye as he knelt down, and bit me – though the memory was if looking through a murky pool of water, "What are you?" I demanded.

Is he stable? He seems somewhat in control, I wonder…

"Hello, I am right here," I said, pointing at myself. I was annoyed that he was talking about me like I wasn't there.

"I am a vampire." He said calmly, Will he believe me? Does he understand? There was nothing I could have done, his mother begged me… as if she had known…

I was frozen, unable to wrap my head around what he was saying, still slightly agitated that he was still having a conversation with himself. I was aware that my mind suddenly felt very vast, like there was an infinite amount of space in it.

Was I crazy? Was he crazy? A vampire? My mind ran through the possibilities. He was a mad man, he had bitten me… bitten? Had he… what had my mother begged of him? What did she know? What couldn't he have done?

"What did my mother ask of you," I asked quickly, trying to piece things together.

He gave me an odd look, How did he… I must tell him the truth…

A growl arose in my chest, and I was shocked with myself, like I had just burped at the table. "She asked me to save you, to do everything I could to save you from her fate." Dr. Cullen said calmly.

"What fate? Death? You bit me!"he only nodded.

"Does that mean…" I thought of this for a thousandth of a second. I believe in god, in his pure goodness, and so with every good must come an evil. There was a devil, I was sure of it. And as there was a devil and a god, there were angels and demons. Had I been brought to a world of darkness? A… a vampire was not good. They fed on human blood, killed innocent people, I knew enough of that from the story books.

"Am I a vampire," it was hardly a question, more of an acceptance. I could feel the lust for blood arising within myself. I could feel the burn in the back of my throat, itching to feed…

He understands, yes. "Yes, you are." I need to take him hunting, he needs something in his system… he'll be unstable unless he feeds.

"What are you talking about?" I demanded.

He cocked his head, looking confused. Is he already unstable? Is there something wrong? Was his mind affected during the transformation? I've never seen that before but it would be interesting if something like that developed… however unfortunate.

"I'm not mad!" I yelled at him. "You did this to me! Why? How is this any better than dying?"

"Edward," he took a step toward me and I took a step back, he held out his hand. "Let me explain… how to put this? I do not drink the blood of humans. I am able to resist them, with an effort. And you can too, I know it must be killing you now, the burn in your throat. You need blood,"

"How can I feed without killing innocents? I don't understand!" I threw my hands up and crumpled on the floor. "Can I no longer go out into sunlight? Will a stake to the heart destroy me? I love god! Can I no longer bear the sign of the cross, or garlic? Tell me everything. Why, why have you done this to me?"

The doctor knelt beside me, and offered his hand. I ignored it and waited for him to explain how much I'd changed.

"You can go into the sun, but not in front of humans –" I hissed but he ignored it when he talked of the rest of the world like some other species. "Garlic, crosses, stakes… nothing like that can harm you. You will be fast, strong, and your appearance has changed, to attract the humans. It is a snare, a trap for them to fall into. You must avoid contact with humans for now, their draw to you will be too strong. We will hunt in the forest, feeding on animal blood." He paused and cocked his headagain, speculating. What have I done? What if he is too young? Seventeen, not even a legal adult.

I ignored the jibe at my age, and willed myself to process this entire change, all this information that was now running through my system.

I considered what I knew and what I believed, and rounded up some conclusions.

First; my life was over. I was a vampire, a demon. A monster that had vile urges to kill and to rip, to tear innocent humans limb from limb to satisfy my own burning thirst.

Second; my mother had know… or guessed, that Doctor Carlisle Cullen was not a human, and had urged him to save me from the same death she suffered.

Third; There was no going back. I could see in Carlisle's eyes that he truly felt sorry, for what he had done to me. He seemed to be a talkative man, I hadn't noticed that in the hospital. Even now, while I calculated, he spoke quietly to himself. He never seemed to stop.

I was unaware of what to do next, but I decided to take the doctor's advice. I needed to hunt. The fire in my throat would get the better of me if I did not.