Ever wonder how Carlisle really decided to live the "vegetarian" lifestyle? It all came down to the intended victim of his first attempt at hunting. One-shot.

A/N: I own nothing. The characters all come from much more brilliant minds than mine. I am just playing with them, the way others may play with dolls. I was thinking about the end of Breaking Dawn and how it reminded me of one of my favourite TV shows and so the two were combined. I don't think it turned out quite as good as I wanted but here it is anyway! I originally intended this to be one-shot but I have another couple of scenes battling in my head. If you want to have some more, please review & let me know. If I get enough interest I will let the voices take-over. Otherwise I will concentrate on my other story for the time being & come back to this one later. :)

All I could remember was pain. Pain that burnt through every fibre of my being. I remembered my father's sermons. Specifically the ones about burning in hell. But I couldn't think what I had done that would make me deserve this. I had attempted to take out the beasts. But I was careful. I knew that they were true monsters before I went after them. So that couldn't be what I had done to deserve this pain for the rest of eternity.

Maybe it was for dooming the townspeople I had taken with me. That had been unforgivable. If I had known how strong and fast the monsters were I would never have doomed anyone else. But surely if we hadn't tried, if we had simply sat by and watched them attack other innocent people I would have been just as culpable.

I silently prayed to God, asking him to rescue me from the torment in which I found myself. Surely, even if I had done something that deserved an eternity in hell God would be forgiving and hear the truth behind my pleas. I was not a guilty man, pleading after his execution. I always tried to live my life well. I devoted myself to him. I was going to suffer this punishment in silent agony and hope he saw it in his heart to forgive me.

After days of pain and praying, my prayers were finally answered. The pain started to fade, but as it did my heart rate sped. My heart started to burn. I thought then that God was taking my heart as sacrifice. If I could remain silent while he burned my heart out of my chest from the inside he would take away my pain. I listened as it raced. Faster and faster before finally it stopped.

I knew then that I was dead, but somehow I was able to stand. I brushed the filth that I had been lying under off me. I stood and was assaulted by new sensations. Every smell, sight or sound I had ever experienced was dim and fuzzy next to what I was experiencing now. I walked out into the street and was assaulted with the smell of humans. The smell of their blood was rich and made my throat burn. I needed to drink from them, but how could I after the agreement I had made with God. He had spared me from my pain. Surely this was just another test to be overcome.

I ran, as far away from the people as I could. I hid in the countryside, always running. Always in pain. The first sunrise after I awoke with my cold, dead heart I saw my skin. I tried to claw off the shining layer until I realised the glittering was a sign from God. A sign, that I was doing things right, that he had forgiven me but that I was now to be tested. I was being tempted to take the wrong path so that I could be thrown back into the pain that had tormented me for the three days I had spent in hell.

I was surviving, but my mind was weakening. Each passing day it became a little bit harder to resist the temptations laid in front of me. Until finally I could resist no more.

I came across the smell in the middle of an almost empty field. Almost empty because at the very centre stood a wooden blue box. I had never seen anything so strange in all my life, but the scent that radiated from it was like magic. I had to drink from its source. It smelt free and boundary-less. Like drinking it would make anything possible. To my disgust, I hunted. It took me a full day to track the source of the smell. I passed other humans, but with the scent of my prey taking over my senses I found I had no desire for them.

When I finally saw my prey he was dressed most unusually. He was dressed in trousers and two coats, the first was fitted brown and covered with blue stripes, falling to just below his waist. The second coat, worn over the rest was a lighter brown and fell to his ankles. He wore strange white footwear unlike any I had even seen. I stalked out of sight behind him. I rushed forward to make my attack.

"Don't do that."

I stopped. How had he known I was here? There was something strange about this man. He turned and looked me square in the eyes - no one ever did that anymore. They all naturally shied away from me. I gasped when I heard two heartbeats.

"Oh, look at you! You're brilliant!" He looked me up and down with a slight furrow in his brow.

"Who are you?" I was surprised at the sound of my voice, I hadn't used it since my torment in hell.

He smiled, "I'm the Doctor."

"Doctor who?"

"No, just 'The Doctor'. And you are?"

"Carlisle." Why was I talking to this man who should have been my prey? I couldn't understand it, but he emanated an aura of power I couldn't argue with.

"Well, Carlisle. Nice to meet you. Now, let's cut to the chase. Why are you hunting me?"

I looked at him in shock. How had he known?

"Come now, you can't think you're the first mythical creature I have met? I met a werewolf once you know. Of course, it was much less in control of itself then you, well than you are now anyway. I daresay you weren't very in control a minute ago." He circled me, eyes probing.

I didn't understand what he was saying, "What did you just call me?"

I seemed to snap him out of his thought process "Hm, what?"

"You called me a mythical creature. Why?"

"Well, I assume you were trying to drink my blood just now?"

I looked down, now that I had full control of myself I was ashamed by what I had planned.

"Have you ever heard of Vampires?"

I flinched, knowing what my father had been hunting.

"Not that such things technically exist of course, but that is what the humans call your kind."

"Well, if that isn't what I am – what am I?"

"Well, you used to be human. And I am so sorry for what has happened to you, but you have been infected by a virus. An alien virus."

The things he was saying were meaningless to me, "If you know what it is – can you fix me? Can you make me normal again?"

"I'm sorry but no. There is no going back for you and I am sorry about that. Now you have two choices." He paused, as if for effect, "You can be what you have become, but if that means that people are going to get hurt then I am sorry but I will have to stop you."

"I haven't done that yet." I was ashamed to admit that he was the first, "What's my other option?"

He crossed his arms and stood, the power radiating from him was absolute. "Well, you are obviously a compassionate person. I can tell that by the way you stopped when I spoke to you before. You can always try a different path."

"Which is?"

"Have you ever eaten Venison?" He smiled and winked at me.