A/N;

This is for my Friend, Bryan C. He wanted me to Do a Carlisle/ Edward one. Yes at first I was shocked but yet, I was also intrigued by this, and he thought it would be cool, something out of the ordinary. But since I am a deeply devoted Carlisle fan I thought it would be really cool to write :).

So tell me what you think about it, if I should just write a draft of this, or I should continue with this.

Warning; Slash M/M ; don't like it im sorry. :( but if you do, please let me know very much love the reviews..

BTW; I DON'T OWN STEPHS CHARACTERS

Song : Take my Picture by Dot Dot Curve :)

Prologue

Memories

I'm sure all this sounds a little bizarre, coming from a vampire. But I'm hoping that there is still a point to this life, even for us. It's a long shot, I'll admit. By all accounts, we're damned regardless. But I hope, maybe foolishly, that we'll get some measure of credit for trying.

Carlisle's Pov.

Ever since, I had lived in the days of the 1901 century I never thought, that I would ever have something to share it with. I thought I was meant to just go off into the night, drinking blood from my animals that lived near the small house that I had picked up in Chicago.

I was nearly 300 or if humans could give me an age number. I think thirty two would suffice in my case.

My hair was a pale blonde and almost shimmered in the sunlight, and my blue eyes were very popular to my friends back in Italy. I had left about two years ago, wanting to become a doctor and wanting to move away from my Friends Arro, Caius and Marcus.

I had stayed in Chicago for seventeen years before the Spanish influenza hit. I was a doctor at the Chicago North land and doing very well at that place, blood had been second nature to me, and I put my patents first, which became coming in large amounts.

Hardly any of them had made it. But none of them rang out to my ears as the glorious Elizabeth Masen. She had come in Wednesday night with what appeared as a head flu. But within two days her body had decayed drastically and she was put into my wing.

I liked her a lot, she was a sweet women. Seeming to be about older thirties and had a nice soft, velvet voice. She had dark black hair, with a tinge of bright green eyes, and a cautious attitude.

It was the night of the sixteenth, and I could smell the fear of death running from her skin, the blood decaying within her. She wouldn't last through the night.

I went to the door to go get her a glass of water, when her sudden urgent voice rang through my ears.

"Carlisle" I turned around and immediately rushed to her side, checking her pulse. It was running very slow.

She looked over at the next patient room, before she leaned up, with all the strength she could muster.

"Carlisle, Save my son.. Please"- she looked at me, and a ting of guilt ran through me. I felt as if she knew what I was. Maybe I had underestimated her glances of awe towards me in the days that had come before.

"I will do all I can" I said truthfully. But that didn't seem to satisfy her, as her warm fingers grabbed my shoulder, pulling me closer to her..

"Promise me" she begged slowly, her voice a velvet smooth. Almost as though she was wanting to be on her knees holding me down.

"I will" I said slowly and this time, I saw a flash of anger. Her hair glittered along in the light of the hospital wing, and she gripped my lab coat even harder.

"Swear to do it"- that's when it clicked, she knew that I was something not human, she must have thought me an angel. She must have thought that I would save him. Her son had been brought to the hospital a day ago, also with the disease but I had not seen him yet.

"I Swear"- I said slowly and watched a truthful smile run onto her lips as she leaned back, letting go and with a final breath I watched the remaining life of Elizabeth masen falter underneath the spell of death.

I watched her taken away from the clinic heading to the morgue, one of the men looked shamelessly at her, many of them had died, and most Americans hated seeing these young women dying, as well as there own men.

That night I headed into the next part of the hospital to find her son, the room also smelt of death. No one was there and the patient's seemed to be sleeping as my gaze swept over them. I stopped however. My eyes widened as a boy about seventeen lay on one of the beds. He looked to go. I could smell his blood and I felt the monster sort of whisper thoughts in my ear. This had to be Elizabeth's son.

His hair was scattered around his pale face, it was a copper/auburn color. His green eyes were darkening and I watched his chest rise up and down with the breath of soon to be death. He looked so young and yet it killed me to know that he was going to die, with his fellow members of this poor town.

His green eyes glanced at me, and he looked at me in some sort of awe. I felt my head start to pound and the promise I had made to her. To save her son was clear on my mind. I smiled tenderly and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Edward, I promise I will save you" and I heard him try and whisper something to me, and I leaned down towards his neck. And let my heart lead the way as my fangs suddenly went into his neck. Sending the venom as I began to drink

He did not scream, or try and fight me, I leaned up and closed the wound and saw nothing but the pain glitter on his features, his cold green eyes seeming to look at me in confusion. I leaned back licking the blood from my lips, covering my nose to not let the smell take me over again. I had to remain controlled.

I watched slowly as the boy closed his eyes. Struggling with the pain and the fire I heard him give a stiff whimper.

And I watched my new Heir, fall into the deep sleep of the morning that was soon to come. I had done it, I had given her a swear. I had made a companion of the night for myself.

I was dreading the moment of him waking up...

A/n;

well? Im sorry if it was short.? Do you think I should continue it. I know I kind of rushed the process but I know how much you know of how Carlisle changed him.

Give me your thoughts. Should I continue with it?