A beautiful young women from Carlisle's past comes to visit him. He never told Esme about her, or the rest of the family. What will happen when secrets are spilled? NOTE: this is my story, All Characters are mine except the Cullen's. This is my story based a book I'm working on.
Present:
Carlisle was working in his office, he leaned back from his mahogany desk and looked out the window, to take a break from reading and answering e-mails and scheduling appointments for his patients. He was also going over old files and entering them into the computer. The children where off hunting. He could hear Esme downstairs humming "Love never dies" she had a slight fascination with the sequel to Phantom Of The Opera. He smiled slightly, and made a slight movement to 'stretch' his back, it was a force of habit he still carried on from his human life. My human life.. He hadn't really though of it much. He didn't like who he was, being forced to carry out witch hunts with his father when his father reached an age where he didn't want to do it anymore.
Carlisle leaned back against his chair and closed his eyes; he still remembered what his human life was like. He grew up in a good home - his father a pastor, and his mother a simple but loving housewife, who had 5 children. Carlisle was the only one that made it to adult hood. He was the eldest, he had four younger sisters, Hannah, Mary, Celeste, and Charlotte. Hannah died at age 10 when she was climbing a tree and lost her grip, she fell and hit her head on a rock, she died instantly. Mary was 2 year old, and chewed off a button on his mothers blouse trying to open because she was hungry and desired to be nursed when his mother slept. She breathed the button in and choked to death on it, they found her the next morning laying limp beside her mother. Celeste lived to be 7, when she ran off to go play with a neighbor girl and was ran over by a stage coach when running out to the road to fetch a ball she was playing with.
Carlisle relationship with his father was strained after Charlotte and his mother died. Carlisle was there when his mother gave birth, he helped bring his sister into the world. That was the first baby he ever delivered, The baby was stillborn, his father was off at the church for a meeting. The midwife wasn't able to come right away when she was sent to come, when the neighbor went to fetch her; the midwife needed assistance with a birth and begged the neighbor women to stay. So that left Carlisle alone to help his mother.
Carlisle was about 21 years of age when his mother died. Carlisle's hand twitched as he remembered, whilst resting his eyes.
:: 1661 - London, England ::
" I don't know what I'm doing!" He remembered stammering slightly. He grabbed the rags and warm water his mother told him to grab off the woodstove. His mother, Clara just smiled and breathed. "You're doing fine." She said and moved, she was bleeding a lot.
"Is it normal to bleed like that?" Carlisle asked, trying to not focus on it. He helped her move onto her back. "What do i do?" He asked. He had never done this before, and knew nothing - Well he knew how it happened, and where baby's came from and all that. Clara breathed and laid her head back, she moved back her night dress, and groaned. "Just keep watch and catch.. I'm doing the work.. " She whinced and started pushing, she let out a loud moan. "P..put a warm rag against me and hold i-i-it." She groaned and kept pushing. Carlisle did as he was told. "Yes ma'am." He responded and watched. After a long while, it seemed to go on forever, He was slightly worried about all the blood loss. Finally the baby was out. He was trembling slightly as he picked up the baby and started rubbing her back. "Give her here," She said groaning and really weak. She looked down at the baby and seen she was blue. "My little... Charlotte..." She let out a loud cry and clinged the baby close as she trembled in pain and sorrow. Carlisle was holding a rag against her trying to stop the bleeding. "Mother." He said and pressed another cloth close, "It's not stopping..." Clara just shook her head and screamed out loudly in pain. She had pushed the placenta out within minutes of having the baby. Carlisle looked at her worried and scared, he wasn't ashamed to admit it. He never heard someone in such pain before. "I love you Carlisle..." She said softly and cried, she was shaking a lot and getting really cold, and sweating. The bleeding was getting worse, and she started getting quiet. Carlisle didn't know what to do. He just held his mothers hand. "I'm sorry mother.." He said feeling horrible about not knowing what to do. Clara just kissed his hand and closed her eyes, then drifted into shock and soon died, clinging to baby Charlotte.
::Present::
Carlisle's relationship with his father wasn't the same after Clara and the baby died, he and his father never had a good relationship following the years after the death. Carlisle being the only, son he took over his fathers place a few years later. Then sometime after that he was attacked and changed into a vampire. Carlisle jolted in his chair when he heard Esme shut the dryer door. He sat up in his chair and sighed. He got out of the chair and walked downstairs. "Hello love." He smiled slightly and kissed, Esme on the lips. "Carlisle?" Alice said softly, coming out from the living room. "Someones almost here..I don't know who it is.." She said softly, "All i heard was her name was Angel."
Carlisle looked at Alice with his eyes widen slightly. He dropped the glass vase Esme asked him to hold while she tended to trimming the steams of the roses that he bought her for her birthday. Carlisle just stepped over the broken glass and went straight outside.
A women in a emerald colored ankle length dress and black velvet cape stepped out of the woods, with a younger girl behind her, and an older male beside her. "Hello Carlisle..." She said and hugged him tightly and flashed a smile. "it's been a long time, love."
Author Note: I'll post Chapter 2 Soon! Let me know what you think :)
