Our mind thinks of death.
Our heart thinks of life

Our soul thinks of Immortality.

-Sri Chinmoy

Jacob

I sped to London as fast as I could. I had received a call from a hospital there only a few hours after Natalie had left. Guess who it was about?

Apparently, the idiot cab driver that had picked up Natalie had some side effect of some drug, and had driven both himself and Natalie right out into the middle of a four way intersection. He was all right, but she was in critical condition.

Before I had left, I had called Carlisle. He would be landing in London sometime mid-afternoon.

I got to the hospital. I ran into the emergency room and up to the nurse at the desk. "Natalie White?" I asked.

"You're the boyfriend?" she asked.

"Yes," I lied.

"We have her in a stabilized condition as of now, but the outlook isn't so good for her. Your… father, I believe, is coming to help. He should be good help for her. She's right this way." She stood up and led me to a room.

The sight made me sick. Sweet, beautiful Natalie, laying there with a handful of different wires going through her, a tube to help her breathe. Scars all over her pale skin. Suddenly, some monitor started to beep. A doctor rushed in.

After examining her for a few minutes, he turned and walked over to me. He put a hand on my shoulder. "I am very sorry. But she isn't going to make it until your father gets here. I give her forty-five minutes, at the least."

"Can I be alone with her?" I asked.

"She isn't going to regain consciousness."

"Yeah, I know that." He walked out of the room.

I gazed at her, laying in that bed, struggling to breathe. I walked over to her and stroked her hair.

What should I do? I could save her, but at a price. If I changed her, then she would be doomed to this afterlife. She could die a human, or she could live on as a vampire. But she didn't want to be a vampire. Was she ready to die, though? I argued with myself for many minutes.

Finally, I made my decision. I leaned over her…