He woke up around one hour later.

“Doctor?” he choked. “What did you do?”

“Yes, what have I done” I whispered as I turned to look at him.

He was staring around, looking, and was in a protective crouch glaring at me. As was the natural instinct of the newborn. I didn’t even take a protective stance. Let him attack me I thought.

“You are…like me Edward, immortal. Undead” he did not relax his pose

“One of the damned?” he growled. I nodded. It was then I noticed his eyes. The blood red burning into mine. My eyes reflected in his. Gold contrasting red. I knew the red was only because he was newborn and still had human blood in him, but it was a devastating symbol of what I had done.

“I refuse to live off humans. I had no idea you were so vile a creature” he snarled. I looked up helplessly.

“We feed off animals” I whispered

“Animals?” he asked, his tone replaced by surprise

“Yes, it is the lifestyle I chose, I refuse to prey on humans, so I live off the blood of animals” I said as a meek explanation. He looked at me with a new expression. I looked at him

“I will not ask you to do this. It is hard…at first to resist” How could you ever forgive me dear boy, I thought

“Carlisle. I have the utmost respect for you. Respect for your courage, and sheer compassion and control from the start, there is nothing to forgive”

I looked up at him startled. Had I spoken aloud?

“Yes sir” he laughed a little “you did speak aloud”

No I hadn’t.

“What?”

I went to him and I thought something I knew I would not say aloud

I thought of Esme.

“Oh” he said bluntly.

He is a mind reader.

“A mind reader?” he said surprised. “hmm.” he clasped his throat and breathed in “Carlisle, my throat burns”

I was still in shock at the discovery at his talent, but he reminded me of the uncontrollable burning that happens at the beginning so I hastened to get him away from civilization. I wondered what would be the safest, less populated route to the wilderness.

“Maybe we could use the underground sewage?” he suggested wrinkling his nose

“Actually, that sounds like the best option at the moment. Sorry”

He just nodded touching his throat again. I nodded

“Lets hunt” I suggested

“Vegetarian style” he said grinning through clenched teeth.

I laughed. He caught on so quickly, of course he could probably read the examples of newborn life in my mind, but still. He didn’t seem nearly on edge as most newborns were.

Vegetarian

I thought. It has possibilities as nickname.

He grinned and I ran with him through the dark sewers into the wilderness of Illinois, and I showed Edward how to hunt.

As the sun set throwing crystals through the trees I showed my son how to live when you are dead.

Thus ends the account of Carlisle up to September 1918.