At the time I became a vampire, trading my soul and mortality for immortality in the searing pain of transformation, I had been truly frozen. My body had turned into something more stone than flesh, enduring and unchanging. My *self* also, had frozen as it was- my personality, my likes and dislikes, my moods and desires; all were fixed in place.
	It was the same for the rest of them. We were all frozen. Living stone.
	When change came for one of us, it was a rare and permanent thing. I had seen it happen with Carlisle, and then a decade later with Rosalie. Love had changed them in an eternal way, a way that would never fade. More than eighty years had passed since Carlisle found Esme, and yet he still looked at her with the incredulous eyes of first love. It would always be so for them.