The Twilight Gamer

"So how does this work? I'd rather we get this started sooner rather than later" Jack said as he looked at Carlisle, waiting for the man to explain the process.

"First I'll make it look like you had an accident and are thus deeply hurt and won't be able to come back to school for a while. So we can explain your sudden disappearance." Carlisle said as he looked at Jack who nodded, saying he understood.

"That should work, the only relative I have is my mother and the school does not even have her number, she also doesn't care much for me so she won't come to check up on me either so it's an alright way to disguise my disappearance," Jack said as he nodded to Carlisle, urging the man to continue.

The atmosphere seemed to change slightly at his words, Esme even moved but Jack didn't give it much mind, and simply waited for Carlisle to continue.

"The process of turning into a vampire is rather simple though it is also painful, incredibly so. All we have to do is inject you with some of our venom" Carlisle said as he looked at Jack, his eyes clearly showed that he was being serious and he wasn't joking when he said it would be painful.

"Would I be able to go under some kind of anesthetic so I could pass the pain more easily?" Jack asked.

It was Edward who shook his head and answered him instead of Carlisle.

"It's not possible, the pain is too much and the transformation itself will keep you awake during the whole process."

Jack turned towards him and nodded a few seconds later.

Turning back toward Carlisle, Jack asked.

"Who will turn me?"

"I'll do it, I have the most control out of everyone here so I'll be able to stop myself from drinking your blood and killing you instead of turning you," Carlisle said as he got up from his seat.

"All right then I guess we are starting right away?" Jack asked as he looked at the man.

Carlisle nodded.

"It would be better to do it as soon as possible so you could get used to being a vampire faster," Carlisle said as he turned to Jack and then motioned for him to follow him with his hands.

Jack nodded and got up, walking behind Carlisle.

Everyone else was silent as they watched the two walk away, head further into the mansion and towards Carlisle's office.

Once the two were out of sight, Esme finally opened her mouth.

"I don't know if we are doing the right thing," She said, her voice was low and she looked to be hurting inside, pained at what they were doing to Jack.

The rest of the Cullen children turned towards their adoptive mother and nodded slowly, even Rosalie had a soft expression on her face, clear of her usually jaded look.

"I don't know if what we are doing is the right thing but it's the only way that we can make sure that our family is protected," Jasper said as he stood up and walked to stand next to Esme.

"That guy seemed tough so I'm sure he will be able to bear through it and adapt," Emmet said from where he sat next to Rosalie.

Rosalie turned toward Emmet and sneered.

"Right, he probably won't like you or us much though. We just kidnapped him and stripped him of his entire life, literally." Rosalie said as she looked at her mate.

Emmet's smile broke for a moment and he rubbed the back of his head, he had no words to counter Rosalie after all that was quite literally what they had done.

On the other side of the mansion, Jack was walking behind Carlisle.

Looking around, Jack saw paintings, and furniture that really looked majestic, the entire mansion seemed to have been built by a great architect, and every part of it was gorgeous.

Be it the walls, the decor, and everything else.

Finally, they arrived, in front of Jack stood a large wooden door.

Carlisle had opened it and turned his head to face Jack as he went inside.

"This is my office, sit on the white bed, we will begin soon," Carlisle said as he motioned to the white bed on the side of the room.

The room itself was quite large with one wall being entirely covered with books while the other was covered in old paintings that seemed to depict Carlisle himself, they looked strange to Jack as he saw that they each depicted a different age, an age long past what a normal human of this day would have been able to live through.

There was also a large desk carved from wood on one side with piles of paper on top and on the last side of the room was a large single bed.

Jack nodded toward Carlisle and headed toward the bed, laying flat on top of it, Jack closed his eyes for a moment.

'I guess this really is happening huh' Jack thought to himself as he listened to Carlisle rummaging through some drawer at his desk.

After a few moments, Jack heard Carlisle come closer to him.

Opening his eyes, Jack looked at Carlisle who was holding a syringe in his hand.

"This is a mild anesthetic, it won't work much but even if just by a miniscule amount I hope that it will lessen the pain," Carlisle said as he took Jack's arm and injected the syringe.

Jack simply looked at the yellow liquid flowing into his arm.

"Right" Was all Jack said as he turned his head to look at the white ceiling.

"I'm sorry Jack, but we really don't have any other choice if I want to keep my family safe, after this you will also be part of us even though you will hate us, I hope that someday we can all live peacefully amongst each other," Carlisle said as he looked at Jack who turned to face the man once more.

"I hope so," Jack said though his words held no emotion, he was in turmoil, he felt rage at what was happening but he couldn't do anything and he probably wouldn't be able to do anything even when he transformed.

*Sigh*

"Let's just get it done doctor, I'm tired," Jack said.

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