Disclaimer: All glory and honor and character ownage to the great Stephenie Meyer! I just wish I was as awesometastic as her.
Summary: We know how they've spent some of their immortal lives. But what were their lives like as everyday humans? A series of one-shots of the Cullen's human lives.
Carlisle
Carlisle had always done what his father had told him. But then, he'd never had a reason not to. As a child, he'd stood at the door of the manse, watching his father goad the crowd with his hellfire and brimstone speech, preaching about "the wages of sin" and "the evils of the flesh".
When his father reached the ripe old age of fifty, he decided that it was time to pass the job of town persecutor and vicar to Carlisle, thinking he would follow the same path of weeding out the heretics and heathens.
Carlisle, however, was not exactly the same young man his father had been. He preferred to take his time about things, but was no less effective than his father. Though at first the Reverend was displeased with his son, it soon became apparent that Carlisle was doing a much better job than he had. Within two years, word of Carlisle's skills had spread, and he was called to every nook and cranny of London to oust the creatures of Hell.
It was a late summer evening, the air heavy with the moisture of the coming storm, when a man in his later years burst into the Cullen home and shouted that another infestation of those abominable creatures known as vampires had been discovered in the sewers.
Carlisle knew his duty, and was soon ready to take off for what was sure to be another routine purging of the city. But something—an odd feeling that some great change was coming—stopped him at the door and made him turn round. He looked at his father, wanting to say goodbye, but not thinking it was necessary; after all, he'd be home by morning.
His father awoke from his doze and looked at his son, silhouetted in the doorway by the light of the sunset, and said, "My son, be on your guard tonight. I feel these creatures may be more troublesome than usual."
Carlisle nodded. "Of course, Father. I'll be careful."
Many years later, Carlisle was able to recall what his father had said that night, and the odd feeling he'd had.
Was it possible that they both had somehow known that that night, that seemingly routine ousting, would be different? After studying medicine and the human mind for as long as he had been, Carlisle came to the conclusion that yes, it was possible they'd had an inkling of his fate.
And that maybe this eternal life was where he was meant to be.
A/N: So here's my first Twilight fanfic! Please please please with a chocolate-covered Edward (or your character of choice 8P) on top, review and let me know what you think! I really, truly appreciate it. 8)
Oh, and I don't really like the title...so if you've got any ideas, let me know!
Britt.