Carlisle: Before, during and after

It wasn't always like this, screaming and crying and hiding. Our little seventeenth century village used to be an almost happy place. That was up until the burnings. My father as the pastor of the Anglican church normally headed these excursions. The very sad thing is that normally these people weren't witches or werewolves or even vampires. They were just people who were...unique.

Carlisle, stop feeling bad about things that you definately can not change. I told myself as I sat up blearily in bed.

I looked around my one-room cabin that was situated right beside the church that my father decided to live in. I thank the Lord every day that he decided to let me have my own house. I stood up and got dressed, ready for another hard days work in the fields. I work for the neighbouring wheat farmer since he is a widowed man with a daughter, Amelia,with no sons to help him out with thew crop. In return i get a two pence that i save. right now i have about thirty pounds saved up. I have almost enough to buy a little larger cabin so that I could ask Amelia to marry me.

I set off down the dirty road to the old farm and set to work. It was spring so I was ploughing the ground to make it a little softer so that, after a couple of days, the frost would no longer freeze the ground and we would be able to start planting the wheat. At about half past eleven I heard the whistle that meant lunch was ready and set off down the field to the farmhouse to eat the usual soup with him while Amelia waits until I am gone but when i entered i was surprised to see that she was sitting there with her father, a blush creeping up her cheeks. She's only seven years younger than me, surely that's okay.

" Goodmorning , goodmorning miss Amelia." She nodded and giggled softly blushing an even darker shade of crimson. I took some satisfaction from the thought that she liked me enough to care and that I could make her blush.

"Amelia, don't just sit there say hello! and Carlisle, if I've told you once I've told you a thousand times to call me William. It's the least i can do for all the help you give me."Cajoled .

It was my turn to blush. I don't even know why i did. I think just the thought that i was actually sharing lunch with the woman I fancied was engough for me.

"Hello Carlisle."Amelia muttered, turning, if its even possible, an almost beet red.

My soup finished and we were no longer conversing i had no excuse to stay in the house with Amelia so i left the house with a curt 'thank you' and went back to the field. Halfway through the row i saw that Bonnie, my twenty-three year old sister approaching on the arm of yet another snobby rich ass. If he makes even one rude comment about her that she doesn't yet understand i'm going to kick his fat ass! I thought angrily. How many men does she have to go through to know that not all of them are good and right now all most of them want and like is her body?

"Oi! Carlisle! When do you get off?" She shouted

"Eight thirty! I'll meet you at home!"

"No! Pa is having another excursion if you know what i mean so it would be safer for you to meet me at Arran's okay? I'll see you there!"

And she left without giving me time to reply. I hated pa's excursions. He hunted witches and werewolves and vampires and never found them. He always ended up burning some innocent people so that the town wouldn't lose faith in him. But he was getting old. Soon he would need someone to 'lead the path to purity' as father put it. I just hope that he decides that i'm not good enough and puts someone else upfor the job.

Walking back into the Hollingberry barn i heard a faint crying noise coming from the loft at the top. I climbed up to see Amelia sprawled out on top with a small kitten clutched to her chest. I felt a squeeze in my chest and I mustered up my courage.

"Amelia? Amelia honny what's wrong?" I whispered.

"I-It's m-m-mister sn-snow-wy p-p-p-pants! I th-think he's d-dead!" She wimpered. " L-look!"

I took him into my arms and pressed his tiny body against my ear to listen to his heart. I heard very faint thumps and smiled. I handed her back.

"Never had a kitten before have you hun?"I asked amused.

"N-no why?" She stuttered.

I grinned mischeviously,"Mister Snowy pants is just asleep."

"Oh thank you!" She sqealed throwing her arms tighyly around me. It felt really, and i mean REALLY nice.

And i left the barn for my house feeling fantastic. I took the next step, hugging her. Even though she did hug me but i think she likes me! She likes me oh ya she likes me! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
YEAHHH BABY YEAH!

I know this was kind of short but the next one will be much longer ;) please tell me what you think! Reviews are amazing! and i will accept critisism!