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A New Home

Juxtaposed, they were nearly exact opposites. Her silky black locks curled in gentle waves at her waist. His own golden hair was cropped at his shoulders. At 6'2", he towered over her petite frame. She barely reached his collar bone, he'd noted as he grasped the heated flesh of her thighs and lifted her effortlessly from the floor. He could feel the excited shiver that raced through her petite frame.

Pale, toned legs wrapped around his lithe waist as he laid her on the bed. The blood coursing through his veins and flooding his brain was driving him toward insanity. He'd believed himself to have nearly perfected his control but the moment he'd penetrated her, he'd nearly come undone. Blood had spilled from between her thighs. His fangs lengthened painfully. He tried to restrain himself but the call of her blood, mixed with the sweet sighs that fell from her plump lips, was impossible to ignore. His hips jerked toward her in pleasurable instinct. He remembered biting into his own lip, drowning in the sensation of being joined with this woman. But he wanted more. He needed it.

The self-control he had to exert caused him an intense physical pain he no longer imagined was possible. He thought, for a moment, he'd reigned in the instinct but another thrust and a breathless whisper of his name caused him to unravel. His fangs pierced her flesh and the taste of her blood exploded on his tongue. He expected her to scream, to push him away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him. Her thin fingers had threaded through his hair with a low moan.

He had damned this woman for eternity but in that moment the thought escaped his mind. He had lazily drawn his tongue across the wound, drinking in the ambrosia. He didn't feel any urgency. Instead, her blood flooded his senses like wine and wrapped his mind in a pleasurable haze.

The memory of the night that took place nearly 300 years ago was seared into his brain. At the time,he had been young, he hadn't known what a Singer was, even now he wasn't sure that's what she had been. While her blood had been what lured him initially, there hadn't been any overwhelming desire to drain the woman. Her draw was more than just her blood. It was as though her very soul called to him.

There were gaps in his memory shortly after they both had found their release. It was almost as if he'd fallen asleep. The thought caused a wry grin to pull at his lips. Vampires did not sleep. The next clear memory was of him lying alone in the bed the following morning.

He had searched for her desperately. Determined to take responsibility for his actions, to teach her about the life he had unintentionally forced onto her, but she was nowhere to be found. She had vanished as though she had never existed. All that remained to assure him of his sanity was her scent. It had saturated the room as well as himself.

Even now, the mere thought of the heavenly aroma caused his venom to flood into his mouth. Times such as this, when his thoughts were overrun by memories, he wished he could drift into the abyss of sleep and lately it was happening more and more.

"Carlisle?" Esme's soft voice broke through his thoughts from the other side of his office door. From his position on the hardwood floor he beckoned her inside. Esme stepped through the door, her caramel locks perfectly poised and glimmering in the faint light that broke across the horizon. She directed a gentle smile toward him.

Carlisle allowed his own smile to appear. It didn't feel natural. He knew Esme was beautiful. There was no denying it. It was a simple fact, but her beauty didn't stir anything inside him. Not the way it should, anyway. He shook his head irritably when radiant blue eyes passed over his mind once again.

Esme's smile turned sad as he turned his gaze back to the empty walls. The room was barren. Everything was already packed away and shipped to their new home. This small town had been their home for six years now. It was time for them to move on.

"You're ready to get going?" The question was a pointless nicety. No one in the house slept which left an overabundance of time to get ready for the next obligation. He had been dressed and ready hours ago. Regardless, he cleared his mind and forced a smile and a nod. Esme swooned and Carlisle felt his heart tighten with guilt. Forcing the sensation aside, he stood and stretched his stiff muscles, idly wondering how long he'd been sitting on the floor, and followed Esme outside.

Edward, Emmett, and Rosalie were waiting for them, Alice and Jasper, however, were missing. Hearing his unspoken question, Edward shrugged.

"They're still inside."

Carlisle nodded in thanks and moved back inside, searching for his missing children. It only took a moment for him to find the two young vampires. A burst of foreign emotion flowed through his system as he stepped into the kitchen, soothing nerves he hadn't realized were stretched taut. A glance around the room found Alice sitting on the counter top, her small hands clenched into fists, and her head bowed. Jasper stood in front of her whispering words in a soothing tone and holding her shoulders in a gentle grasp. His power permeated the room with a calming sensation.

The two young vampires noticed Carlisle's presence almost immediately. They both turned to look at him with shimmering golden eyes. From the doorway, Carlisle watched as Jasper pressed a kiss to Alice's short black locks before he pulled away and whispered to her.

"You need to tell him, Alice." The pixie's short hair swayed as she nodded reluctantly, biting her lip as Jasper pressed another kiss to her forehead and stepped toward Carlisle. The two shared a long look. Carlisle searched his face for answers however Jasper's eyes revealed nothing. He simply gestured toward Alice as a hint before he swept past him and out the door. Carlisle's confusion peaked as he departed.

Turning his attention toward the conflicted young vampire still perched on the counter, Carlisle made his way toward her. Moments passed in silence as he allowed her to gather her thoughts. His own curiosity grew as the silence continued to stretch. When it didn't look as though she would be speaking anytime soon, Carlisle grabbed hold of her wrist, gathering her attention. Her gaze snapped up to meet his own. Wide eyes shined with uncertainty as they flickered over his face. Carlisle allowed an encouraging smile to curl his lips.

Alice appeared to debate with herself a moment longer before she finally seemed to come to a decision.

"I had a vision." Alice admitted.

"Yes?" Carlisle prodded.

"There's a woman there, in Forks. I'm not sure we should go." Alice leaned toward him with pleading eyes.

"This woman brings danger?" Carlisle's question had a dangerous edge, his protective instincts rising to the surface. He wouldn't allow any harm to come to his family.

"No." Alice denied cutting into his thoughts. "I didn't see danger, I saw-" She trailed off and turned away awkwardly. Were it still possible, Carlisle was sure that her face would be alite with a blush. Carlisle fixed his gaze onto the young vampire, an amused lilt curling his lips at her unusual behavior.

"I saw the two of you." Carlisle raised a curious brow as she paused. She seemed to be struggling with what she wanted to say. Alice was not the type of person to skirt around any issue. In fact, she oftentimes took great enjoyment at prodding into awkward topics. To see her floundering was both entertaining and confusing. At the expectant look on Carlisle's face, Alice forced herself to continue, her words leaving in an embarrassed whisper. "I saw the two of you together."

The distant memory of bell-like laughter echoed across his mind at her confession. There wasn't any reason behind it, but somehow he knew. A pleasant shiver raced down his spine in anticipation. It didn't make any sense. He was overcome with a strange awareness. As though he already knew without any doubt exactly what woman Alice spoke of.

A small hand grabbing at the cuff of his sleeve drew him back to reality.

"Carlisle?" She questioned.

"Do not worry Alice," His deep tenor echoed against the empty walls. "I would never do anything that would compromise our family." Carlisle gave her a reassuring smile. Alice still seemed to worry for a moment before her face relaxed and her usual smile engulfed her face.

"I know, Carlisle." The little vampire fell away from the counter and landed on her feet. She spun away with a laugh and glided out the door, leaving him alone in the empty house.

If it really was Kagome that was in Forks, he would find her. He needed to make things right. It was his fault. She had endured the venom alone. The agonizing sensation of being set on fire. The terrifying feeling of having your heart stop only for it to jump back to life. Carlisle stood frozen for another moment before his resolve forced him to move. For right now, he needed to be with his family. Soon, he would renew his hunt.

Not sure How I feel about this but whatever. Here it is. There's actually quite a bit I plan to change about the vampires themselves. Not their characters but certain things like a heartbeat, etc. That's your heads up. R & R let me know what you think, would like to see, or whatever.