First Love Is Unforgettable

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I do not own or profit from 'The Twilight Saga' or anything else associated with 'The Twilight Saga' or 'Summit Entertainment'. The only thing I own is the plot and a few minor characters that are clearly not derived from 'The Twilight Saga' books or movies.

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This story contains hints of relationships between two members of the same sex. If you are homophobic, have problems with romantic/sexual feelings between two men, or it is illegal to read this where you live, then it would be advisable to skip these chapters.

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Carlisle's POV

Everyone believes that I was bitten by a vampire, who cared not for me. Even Edward does not know the truth. They believe that I studied medicine straight away and then went to Italy to live with Volturi. I did study medicine, and I did go to Italy to live with the volturi. But before that I had wandered the grassy hills of Scotland with my maker, a vampire who was not as, and is not, as uncaring as everyone believes. My maker is Alistair.

There are many differences between humans and vampires. First and foremost there is the thirst, then there are other needs our bodies demand, a hunger that needs to be satisfied. Vampires are more sexual beings than any other on the planet, as such the term 'sexuality' does not apply to our kind. If we are aroused enough, we will have sex with any other vampire we happen across.

Alistair would take me into his dark abandoned church in the middle of the countryside and lay me before the altar. There we would be joined in his silent rebellion to a God he no longer believed in.

We continued in this manner for over two decades. However, like all good things, nothing lasts forever. I left for Italy and Alistair… well… Lord only knows where he went, if he even left all, either way it would be somewhere quiet, peaceful and secluded, where no one would bother him. Alistair was always misanthropic – he hated humankind with a passion and hence avoided human society… well any form of society at all, truth be told.

Alistair had no friends. Only acquaintances and fucks. I try to this day to keep in contact with him… I write letters… but he never bothers to reply. He always picked up the letters… the postal woman always informed me that a pale skinned, dark-haired man always picked up the letter. Alistair hated our bond, but was afraid to let it die, similarly he hated life, but was afraid to die, so he hides.

I know where he's hiding though. Perhaps haunting is a more accurate description. He's haunting an abandoned catholic church in Scotland. The same one he first fucked me in.

I ask Esme to wait in our car outside the church. Alistair wouldn't like her presence. Then Again Alistair Wouldn't exactly be happy to see me either. He despises anything and everything he's ever loved, anything he feels a connection to.

He's seated upon a broken pedestal where a dignified saint once stood, staring down upon the congregation reminding them of their guilt. Alistair could have been a statue for how still he was. He could have been sitting there, in that exact spot, for centuries. A statue of a lovely, black haired angel. Quite ironic really, when you consider that Alistair is anything but an angel. He is as beautiful and immobile as the day he was first carved, over nine thousand years ago.

I continue down the centre isle. All the time Alistair's head continues looking forward, staring at something I couldn't see. A line was creased between his brow as if he was deep in thought. For once I am jealous of Edward, how I envy his ability to read minds.

I stop before the altar as nervous as a blushing bride. Alistair's head turns towards me, I can almost hear the unused muscles slowly creaking. Like a golem coming to life after decades of lifelessness. With all the grace endowed upon the vampire race he launches himself from his pedestal and drifts down next to me. We stand centimetres apart from each other for a long minute. This is the closest we have been to each other in almost two centuries.

"Carlisle…" he mutters as if trying to forget all those years between us. He unnecessarily inspected my features checking that time had indeed not changed me, it could not, after all I was immortal.

"It is as if I am a newborn again, amazed by the way the gentle light fell upon his chalky face. The way his dark hair fell framing his head like a demon's black halo, if there could be such a thing.


Alistair's POV

"Alistair… I need your help". Five words which fill me with suspicion. I recoil slightly, but not enough. I know he is here because he needs me, he would not be here otherwise, after all we both know I owe him a favour.

Carlisle begins imploringly; "Please, Alistair, my family need you. Please come to forks with us. We need you to bear witness…" I interrupt his sycophantic inane babble and ask him what he is too pathetic to mention, "This will be dangerous won't it?" His reply does not come soon enough. "Yes, it will be Alistair".