A/N: Here it is everyone, this is When The Blitz Came, the prequel, only from Carlisle's point of view. I hope I captured Carlisle well in this, and this particular fic is something I really enjoyed writing. Also side note that should've probably been in the original Blitz fic, the date of November 14th is a real event, it was the first day time bombing the German Luftwaffe perpetrated on the city of London, most of the bombing had been done at night or the early evening, but for the first time the Germans attacked during the day, catching the entire city off guard, hundreds were killed and thousands were injured.

Thanks again for all the continued support from my readers, I appreciate each one of you for all you have done for me. Enjoy!

I leaned protectively over the older woman entrusted into my care as the hospital and the foundation it stood on shook violently with each bomb. The older woman like the city of London was shaken and frightened but not willing to give up and I had to admire that about her. The city of London of 1940 was a far cry different from its 1640s counterpart and in the opinion of someone who had lived in that particular era of London's history I would say the changes were for the better. The city was stronger both spiritually and physically and had continued to endure, and its citizens were even stronger and I had seen it in the two months Edward and I had been here in London while the German Luftwaffe bombed the city night after night.

This was the first real time the bombs had been dropped during the daylight and as the shaking slowed I knew it was coming to an end and couldn't help the 'thank god' that slipped under my breath. The old woman had her eyes closed and was praying loud enough that she didn't hear my own praise.

I patted her head gently letting her know it was over and she thanked me with a nod before falling back to sleep. That was one thing I had noticed, Londoners had become so used to the bombing that once the bombing was done for the day, rest was the only thing to do, at least for adults.

I glanced around and caught Edward out of the corner of my eye he nodded to me and disappeared down a hallway. I was proud of how strong he had been throughout this he still had to stay away from incidents where blood was involved, which in a city that had been bombed night after night there was certainly cases where blood would be an issue. But Edward with his ability always made sure to excuse himself and help those with no open wounds.

With the old woman resting comfortably I made my way to help the other doctors and nurses aids who were preparing for the incoming wounded. The rescuers and medics would be scourging the streets looking for the injured and we had to be prepared for their coming. This was the closest hospital to many streets and lanes with dwellings on them and was also the most populated for doctors and nurses, one doctor and two nurses for every five patient not a bad ratio during wartime when most doctors were out on the battlefield as medics.

With no need to rest or recuperate myself I took my place amongst my colleagues, watching and waiting for the first sound of approaching medics.

Unfortunately we did not have to wait long as the wounded flooded through the doors. More had been out on the streets during this raid then ever before, they had been completely caught off guard and the numbers coming through our doors was uncountable, I did not even have time to count them as I leapt right into work.

The nurses and I treated as many as we could that were carried, wheeled or dragged past us, it sickened me to my stomach at the number that passed us with a black cross on their forehead letting us know that there was nothing that could be done for the dead.

I didn't even notice how much time had passed when I heard my name being called. A voice so similar to Edward's that I turned instinctively to face who I thought was my son. To my surprise it was a young rescue worker I had met him a number of times especially lately with all the raids, George I believe his name was.

But what really caught my attention was the frail looking body he held in his arms. A boy, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old and at first glance much younger than that, he was half conscious and was in such bad shape I was surprised to hear his heart beating.

"Found 'im buried under a pile of rubble, 'e's been crushed, frozen pretty badly too. It's bloody cold out there."

That I could see, the boy was nearly blue and shaking so badly I would be surprised if he wasn't hypothermic by this point. His left leg was broken completely, I could see a piece of the bone sticking through the leg of his trouser which was covered in blood, if he survived this I had a feeling he would have a terrible limp. His left arm was at such an angle I knew it was dislocated at the shoulder. His right hand was completely crushed, fingers broken and discolored, so badly damaged that there was only a slim chance he would ever regain feeling in that hand again, he would most likely never regain use of it, it would be impossible to set all the bones that were destroyed.

I could hear amongst his heart beat a rattling noise coming from deep in his chest, I wouldn't know for a fact until I examined him, but I had a feeling his ribs were broken. With the amount of blood he had lost and the number of injuries just on the surface, the fact that he was still alive showed how much of a fighter he was.

George was correct the boy had been crushed, quite effectively too he was lucky to be alive though I wasn't sure how much longer that luck would hold out, I could hear his heart slowing down and the scent of death was slowly washing over the boy, he was alive right now, but death was making his presence known.

I knew I only had limited time, but I would do everything I could to save this boy's life, he had managed to survive the bombing it was up to me to do the rest.

"Has he said anything?" I asked hurriedly, I had to know if he was coherent or not

"No, tried to give us 'is name, couldn't get past the firs' two letters."

"I'll take him from here, thank you," George gently transferred the boy to me, and again I was caught off guard, this time by the weight of him, there was nothing to this boy; Edward's collection of piano pieces all bound in a large book weighed more than the boy. He whimpered in my arms obviously holding back tears as I cradle him close taking care not to shift him around more then I had to.

"Take care Dr. Cullen." I heard George say as I moved swiftly down the corridor, minding my speed. It killed me to have to move at that speed knowing I could get so much more done if I could go faster.

Finding a private room was not easy with so many injured filling up the clinic, but far down the corridor in an older section of the hospital I found such a room.

I gently laid the boy on the gurney; he was so small laying on a gurney meant for a larger adult. He had been trying to speak the entire run from the entrance here, but he was struggling to get the words out. I went to work quickly examining him, he watched me intently his deep brown eyes studying my face as he tried to hold back his pain.

The further I examined him the less hopeful I became for him to recover. These injuries were worse than I had originally assessed and there wouldn't be much more I could do except make him as comfortable as possible.

"My name is Carlisle Cullen," I said putting my hand on his forehead "can you tell me yours?"

He tried to take a deep breath and once again I heard that rattling as he gasped in pain tears welling up quickly. I gently pressed my hand on the left side of his ribcage and then the right side feeling for movement that did not belong, the movement came when I pressed on his sternum, his rubs shifted in such a way that I knew at least one of them was broken in fact I was positive his ribs were crushed. I was trying to be as gentle as possible, but that didn't change the fact he cried out in pain again tears streaming down his pale boney cheeks.

"Ch…" he tried to say, but the pain was so brutal he could barley form a few letters let alone a full name, though I had a feeling his name was Christopher or something to that effect.

"your ribs are crushed son, but one rib has broken off and has punctured your lung, every time you breathe, it widens the puncture. That is why you are struggling to breathe" his eyes went wide, not with fear, but understanding and even accepting as if he knew death was imminent and was starting to accept it.

"Chr…Christian," he managed to gasp out even though the pain must have been unbearable for just that one word. "Callaghan" I smiled sadly at least we had his name. I would be able to inform his parents, my heart ached at the thought of telling Christian's parents that their son was dead. I put my hand back on his forehead smoothing back his long bangs.

Edward's scent entered the room and I could tell he was hesitating in the doorway, unsure if he should enter the room or not.

"Carlisle?" he called

"Come in Edward its fine" I answered turning to look at my son. Edward looked over at Christian a look of sympathy that was rare to see on his face, before his look turned to one of confusion the longer he read Christian's mind.

"Things are calming down out there, the city took a lot of casualties today, they had to open the shop next door to put the dead. The radio is calling today the worse of the raids since September" Disgust was in his voice and I nodded feeling the same way. Edward looked back at Christian as the younger boy stared back at Edward then at me, his brown eyes darting back and forth between the two of us, as if he was studying both of us. "How long?"

I glanced over at Christian and lowered my voice as I spoke to a pitch only a vampire could hear.

"It could be an hour, it could be a few. It is not a question of if, but rather when. There is far to much damage for him to recover. By all respects of what he just went through, he should be dead. He is so young, cant be more than fourteen. At least he wont die alone on the streets, he'll die with someone watching over him. I only wish we could find his family in time, give them a chance to say goodbye."

Edward's face contorted into what could only be called a surprised if not amused look as he read Christian's mind.

"He's concerned, but not for his own life but for his mother. He was on his way home from school and was running late, he's worried that she might have gone out to look for him and may have been hurt herself. His father is a medic serving in the heart of the city they haven't seen him in a few months, but he's a well known physician in the city." A doctor's son, that explains how Christian knew that his injuries were serious, it explained his reaction of understanding not fear. He is probably an only child, with a father who has high hopes of a future doctor in his son like himself. "and he knows what we are saying right now." That caught my attention as I glanced back over at Christian who winced like he had done something wrong "he can read our lips and our body language. Talk about a perceptive kid." Edward grinned at Christian trying to comfort him.

"I'm going to stay with him," I glanced back at Christian smiling gently "he should not be alone with this, if things are calming down out there I will not be needed."

A though flashed through my mind, a quick thought…I did not have to sit here and watch Christian die I could do more.

Quickly I shook my head it would be wrong, cruel even to damn such a young child to immortality. I remembered how badly Edward had reacted to it and how Rosalie had taken it as well. They were both older than Christian was, but not by much especially in Edward's case; could a child really accept and understand this life?

Edward shot me a glaring look as he read my thoughts, glaring at me in disbelief I knew what he was thinking but could not think of an excuse for my thoughts

"Carlisle you are not considering it are you?" he exclaimed shaking his head at me. I growled at Edward, knowing my thoughts were betraying me, but I still decided to lie.

"Of course not Edward! He's too young! The transformation alone would" My voice trailed off, the image of someone so young going through that kind of pain, my own memory of the burning the looming sense of death. I was an adult experiencing that, but how could I do that to a child. "and what about afterwards…what kind of future can a fourteen year old really have in this life

That image came to my mind, an adult can survive this life, find ways to keep busy, find our soul mates, experience love and all that comes with it.

Christian would have limited opportunities that I and the rest of the family had, he might never find true love as I had. It wouldn't be right and it could be dangerous. My mind flashed to my very brief encounter of Aro's young charges, Jane and Alec. They were about Christian's age when they were turned and though I am not entirely aware of what led to their transformation, I had seen what it had turned them into, the evilness that had radiated off of them and I couldn't imagine that same happening to this boy, there is too much goodness in his eyes, too much care, to watch him turn into an evil monster would be devastating..

"He is strong enough," Edward said thoughtfully and I narrowed my eyes at him for encouraging this, he was instigating I know that look. "at least for the transformation, he's a tough kid already. He's older mentally then he is physically, going by his thoughts alone I would put him as old as you,"

I thought that over "An old soul?" I asked and Edward nodded.

"Very old, and probably the oldest fourteen year old mind I have ever read. All it comes down too is a matter of his willpower afterwards being strong enough. Not that I am suggesting anything." He added smugly crossing his arms and I resisted the urge to reprimand him. Instead I glanced over at Christian again, his eyes were closing and opening every now and then, his body was preparing to shut down. Edward growled, "you are considering it! I can see it! you swore Emmett would be the la-"

"I am well aware what I said Edward I was there." A new thought crossed my mind, Christian could be saved, he was strong enough and I had no doubt he would have a strong willpower as well. I saw myself in this young teen just from our short time together he reminded me of myself more than anyone ever had.

The next image to cross my mind was the image of bringing him home, Esme finally having a young teen who might allow her to comfort and cuddle like a mother should be able to, she had missed that opportunity with her own son and neither Edward nor Emmett allow her more than tight hug and a kiss. They treat her as their mother, but they do so in more of a respective manner, more like the young adults they truly are. Rosalie allows the mother daughter relationship between her and Esme, but is in the same position as Emmett and Edward as far as how much attention they allow Esme to give them.

I shook my head quickly even though Edward had seen those thoughts, this was a human being I was talking about, not a puppy to be brought home for the family to play with, he was a child with a mother, father, a life…

I looked at Christian again, all those things would be over when he took his last breath, Christian Callaghan was going to die of his injuries that much was certain. Would it be right or just cruel to damn him to this life?

"Carlisle this is different. His family is still alive, there will be people to mourn him, which means there will people to report him missing even with a war going on people will wonder! This isn't like Esme and I, this is Rosalie all over again. His father is a doctor a well known doctor, people know the entire family there will be suspicion when the kid suddenly goes missing!"

"I know Edward, but it this isn't right."

"War isn't right Carlisle you know that, people die in wars it happens, more times then not, it's the innocent that die. He doesn't want to die, but he knows its going to happen. He's seen more death around him in these last few months then most adults see their entire life, its something the entire city has been numbed too, death is a daily experience right now. Let him die with some dignity."

"This is not dignity Edward he is a child with his whole life ahead of him and it has been cut short because of a war that he had nothing to do with."

I ran my hand through my hair. Edward was wrong, this wasn't like Rosalie all over again, this was like the first time I saw Edward's family, the moment Edward's mother Elizabeth grabbed my hand begging me to save her son.

Edward glared at me for that memory he hates when I "blame" his mother for what I did to him.

"Do you think his mother would be so accepting? To let you turn her only son into one of us?"

"Enough Edward. I am going to leave it up to Christian it will be his decision."

"Do you plan on giving him all the necessary details as well? Do you really think you have time to explain?"

I didn't get a chance to reprimand or argue with him as Christian who had been falling asleep quickly regained consciousness.

"NO!"he screamed violently as he tried to sit up crying hysterically. I glanced over at Edward expectantly wondering what brought this about, but Edward's sneering look had turned back to sympathy and even empathy at whatever had just scared Christian so bad entered his mind.

I darted back over to Christian and gently but firmly placed my hands on his shoulders to hold him down.

"Easy Christian, easy, son." I looked over at Edward, the almost timid look on his face. "he's fading fast, he doesn't have much longer. Do you hear that? His heart is slowing, time is running out. We need to make a decision now" I cant believe I was actually considering this, but I couldn't let this boy die, not after all he had survived, not after all he had been through. "Can he handle it?" I asked

"He can, he knows something about vampires, he's a smart kid and is fond of reading. He's read Dracula more times then I think even Bram Stoker did." Edward paused "his father's influence."

"Mum…" a faint voice caught my sharp ears and at first I thought Christian was entering the delirious phase of death, seeing his mother where she was not, but I realized quickly he was very coherent and simply trying to tell us something. "Pleas…please…tell my mum… wha… wha…" his voice trailed off as the pain took his oxygen.

That was it, the deciding factor. I would tell Christian, allow him to make the final decision, I just prayed silently that it would not turn into Rosalie, I couldn't take the thought of Christian resenting me.

I took a deep breath and knelt next to the low gurney brushing his bangs back gently, I would give him as much information as I could and if he is as accepting and smart as Edward has said, as I believe he is, then he would be capable to make the decision.

"Christian, there is a way to save your life, it is not pleasant nor is it temporary. Saving your life will mean immortality, but with a price. The process is very painful and the end result will mean you will never age. You will be dead to those who once knew you, and this is entirely your decision."

"I…I don't under…understand." He stuttered weakly and I knew I had danced around the subject long enough, let the word speak for itself.

"Vampire." I whispered to him. His eyes went wide as those deep brown eyes stared up at me, understanding washing over his face, he knew and understood what I had said. I could see the contemplation in his eyes as he thought over his options.

I waited for a second or two, knowing we were quickly running out of time, he closed his eyes for a moment and I expected to hear his heart beat once last time when he opened them quickly

"I…I trust you." He finished lifting up his hand to me, a tear running down his cheek. I turned to Edward who nodded and stepped forward.

When I had changed Emmett, his injuries from the bear were so extent that it gave me an idea to try something. I before starting Emmett's transformation I gave him an injection of morphine in hopes it would not only dull the pain from his wounds, but also dull the pain that was about to come from the venom.

Unfortunately it didn't last very long as the venom quickly burnt away the drug, but it had given Emmett a few moments of relief, before the real pain took hold.

I intended to do the same for Christian. The cottage Edward and I had rented was on the outskirts of London about ten miles from the busiest area of the city. It was an easy quick run for a vampire. I would give him the morphine and move him to the cottage to begin the transformation, smuggle him out of the hospital as I had done for Edward and for Esme.

Just as Edward stepped forward with the syringe the plan changed very quickly. Christian gave a scream of pain and his breathing became fast and heavy as he gasped for air, I could hear his heart slowing to the point where I feared each beat would be the last. In just a few moments the boy had moved from near death with limited time to spare to preparing to breathe his last breath.

"Carlisle!" Edward exclaimed, Christian's thoughts of death bombarding my son's mind "If you are going to do this it has to be now!"

Without waiting a second longer I took Christian's wrist in my hand and gently as possible bit it. Christian screamed in agony again and thrashed about. Edward darted over and using half his strength held Christian down, covering his mouth, not that it mattered as the hospital began to shake violently again with the whistling and thunder of more bombs, the Germans were at it again, attacking the city so soon after their first assault, a black blessing of sorts.

With the overpowering noise of the attack, Christian's screams were drowned out giving Edward the chance to keep a comforting hand on his shoulder as I lifted up his left hand and praying to myself, I bit into his other wrist.

Christian now had the venom flowing from two places, I hoped it would quicken his transformation, lessen the time he would have to endure the pain. I spat the blood out in the sink nearby and exchanged a look with Edward who had his eyes closed and was not breathing, fearing his own instincts.

"One more Christian I swear once more."

Edward opened one eye and glanced at me through the slits, direct arteries Edward, I can only hope that by injecting the venom there it will work quicker, he might not survive this, he might be to close to death for this to work, at least by three spots I triple his chances. Edward nodded shutting his eyes once more as I leaned closer to the boys, I took one more deep breath and tilted Christian's head back slightly as I leaned closer to Christian's neck, biting him there would be the final chance for the venom to spread and give him a chance to survive.

I could barely hear his heart beat by this point and I was so devastated that this might all be a waste. I might have waited to long. Christian's eyes rolled back as he finally passed out as I leaned closer to bite him on the neck. I continued to pray that I was not to late and that he would survive.