I don't own twilight, but you know that already. :]

Carlisle POV

"Have fun at work, dear," Esme called after me as I swiftly walked through the front door to my beautiful princess pink Lamborghini parked on the driveway. I got in and put the key in the ignition, and then it hit me.

"EDWARD!" I screamed. "YOU KNOW NOT TO THROW BELLA AT ME! GO THROW HER AT EMMETT!!" Bella was laying on my lap and looked up at me, a bit dizzy I could tell, and Edward reached in the window and picked her up. Bella was draped over Edward's shoulder as he walked away, and stared at me with really wide eyes until Edward rounded the corner of the house, disappearing from my field of view.

After that little mishap, I pulled out of the driveway and onto the highway. I sped along at about 85mph, hitting a few cars and severely injuring people. Luckily, I have my "Doctor Skills" and was able to heal them pretty quick. (A.K.A. I bit them and walked off.) Eventually, I made it to the forest green building I work in. It's a large building, but is wrapped with fencing and barbed wire. The windows have iron bars in front of them, to make sure nobody breaks out.

I guess I should tell you why I work here. This building is my very own rehab center for vampires. We help a multitude of distressed vampires overcome their human blood addiction and convert to vegetarianism.

As I enter through the blood red door (ironic?) I see that something has changed. My human assistant is laying on the ground, her skin paler than usual, and one of my patients is looking over her with a satisfied smile, but I can't quite figure out what's wrong.

"Hey, Lola, why are you on the floor?" I asked her.

"Guuuuuhhhhhhh….." she moaned.

"I'm thirsty. I'm gonna go to the blood bank for a cup. You want some?"

"Guuuuuhhhhhhh!!!" she moan-shrieked.

"Okay, I assume you want decaf. I'll be back in 5 minutes," I told her before walking down the hall to the secret blood storage room. I got 2 cups of decaf type AB, and strolled back to the reception desk. I filled my 10 gallon syringe and injected the decaf into her bloodstream, and she looked better. I think she has a secret ability to get tan in seconds. Weird.

"Well, I feel a lot better. Thanks Carlisle," Lola said, then started typing something up.

"I'm going to go make my rounds on the first floor now, I'll be back at 9 for my Tuesday massage," I informed Lola before grabbing my clipboard and somersaulting down the hall to room 101, Count Dracula.

"Hey Drac, can I come in?" I asked while knocking on the door. I didn't wait for an answer, just walked in to check on him.

"I VANT TO SUCK YOUR BLOOD!!!!" He screamed, rocking back and forth on his butt in the corner, his arms wrapped around his legs.

"Yes, I know. But Drac, I don't have blood. Neither do you. Now let's take your pills," I softly encouraged him, handing him two pills about the size of baseballs, but shaped into birds.

"BLOOD!!" he screamed to the pill before sinking his teeth into it and sucking out the liquid in it. Once the pill was nothing more than a clear capsule, he moved on to the next one. Don't worry, this is meant to happen.

I finished checking on all the patients on floor one by 8:49 and returned to the reception area.

"How is Dracula doing?" she asked, obviously concerned.

"He's getting better. Remember his first day when he jumped on my back and tried to suck my blood, not knowing I didn't have any?"

"Yes, I remember, don't let it happen again," she told me, looking mesmerized by my gorgeous eyes. Yeah, Lola's in love with me. So? Who isn't? I'm freaking HOT!

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