The Day I Died
AN: a collection of one-shots based on the last human memories and moments of our beloved Cullens, Rated M for future chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, world domination however might be easier to achieve
Carlisle's Last Human moments:
Carlisle POV:
The hunt was electrifying, everyone was ready and the air was alive with their shouts but it felt wrong to me, each time the flames licked at their victims bodies a louder cheer would pulse through the crowd but they seemed to burn me too. This killing felt wrong, my father was over stepping the mark and I was sure these people were innocent but I couldn't disobey my father.
I was almost being carried along the small cobbled streets as the crowd pushed me forward, their pitchforks and torches high in the air as we made our way to the location. I knew I had found something this time, these weren't the unsuspecting folk eating their bread and milk as we came for them, these truly were the demons who sat and drank the blood from the flesh of humans, evil beings who had no right to exist. My careful planning and watching were paying off as we went to where the demons lived but fear was coursing through me, it was different when I knew our targets couldn't deal with our overwhelming numbers but I had seen the strength and speed of these creatures with my own eyes albeit from a distance but I knew they were nothing I had faced before. The crowd was growing now as more men joined our hunt with their weapons and the young ladies urged us on, this was a hunt where I had insisted on women staying behind but they refused, saying I was a cheeky blighter for thinking they couldn't handle a vampire, how I wish they had listened to me.
We came to a large network of cobbled streets then, I wasn't sure if the demons would be out of their hiding place yet and prowling the streets but I turned to crowd deciding that I would check for both options.
"Lucas, take six or seven men down the street to the sign of the silver globe, check all shadows and drains, kill the demon on sight." I shouted as a short man started to gather some men around him.
"Matthew, take 10 men and head down to the parish at 's, check every side street." I ordered, the man leapt into action, pulling the men around him into his group, I sighed Matthew was normally this keen on hunts.
"Doctor Lambworth's take several men and start for the Thames, check any man with a whore or hiding in shadows." I thundered, I turned to the nearest men to me "William, Henry and Dickinson you three come with me." I said pointing to the three young men by me, they each looked worried at being in the smaller group but I knew they'd never admit it.
"Once you've searched these places return here." I called as each group took off on their paths, I led mine down the side streets stopping every now and then to observe each person we passed and looking in deep doorways. I didn't know if they would be at their lair but looking at the position of the moon I doubted they would still be cowering in the sewers. I clutched my small wooden cross tightly in my grip, remembering when my father first gave it to me, it was the first hunt he had taken me on, I was only six at the time.
We rounded onto the street I first saw them at, I held my arms out wide and stopped the three men from passing me, they each stopped and fell back a little, wanting me to go first. I stepped lightly and slowly over the stones, trying not to make as much noise as possible. I never took my eyes from the drain at the side of the street, hidden deep in shadow. when I was close enough I could see that it was closed, I expected it open, it was almost never shut at night when they came out but I distinctly remembered that this was the same drain they emerged from, perhaps they were indulging in their hellish pursuits longer tonight.
"William, go back and fetch the other groups, they should be back by now bring them here." I whispered quietly to the youngest man with us, he wheeled and ran back while I retreated further back away from the drain.
The other's followed my lead and together we hid from sight but I made sure to keep my eyes fixed on the drain incase one emerged; soon I could hear the loud calls and shouts of the mob coming to join us but as soon as they were within earshot I hushed them and pointed to the drain, me and the three men from my group crept forward towards it but a loud scrapping noise halted us.
I froze and stared as the drain lifted up and slid slowly across the stone floor creating a loud scratching noise that made me want to cover my ears. Suddenly a tall man was standing by the drain. The speed at which he appeared stunned me, I should have seen him climb out but he had magically appeared. His skin seemed colourless in the moonlight but his hair was long and reached his shoulders and was a deep black, his clothes were torn and ragged but he stood with grace. His face was aged but the bruise like shadows under his eyes made him look like a corpse; his eyes were fixed on me at the front of the hunting party and glowed a deep red. Looking into them I felt like I could see his victims staring out at me, their blood staining his eyes and staining me at the same time. He stood motionless and the crowd was stunned into silence, the man turned to the drain and called out in an unfamiliar language that I couldn't understand then he suddenly turned and ran.
I reacted as soon as he did, my feet shot out infront of me as I ran after him, the crowd joined me but only a few of the men could keep up with me and the rest soon fell behind into the darkness. The demon was fast, I'd only catch the edge of his heel before he'd disappear again and when I turned into the next street I'd only catch a glimpse of him. My breath was coming harder but I couldn't stop, not when I was so close, the men were falling behind now but I wouldn't give up. I ran into a long street but I couldn't see him ahead surely he couldn't have ran that far already, I slowed but continued running and as I reached the end of the street something hard slammed into me.
I was knocked off my feet and fell heavily on the ground, the wind had been completely knocked from me and I looked up into the blood red eyes of my attacker, but they were not as red as I thought, they were darker almost black and the shadows underneath made them more pronounced, he smiled evilly before lowering his mouth to my neck. I pushed against him and yelled but it didn't bother him, his skin was hard and cold like stone but my attempts to fight him off were useless and his teeth sank through my flesh easily. The pain tore through my neck and started to spread 'This is it, killed by a demon' I thought as i grew weaker, i could feel the heavy darkness crushing down on me as i drifted, suddenly his weight was gone and I heard a heavy thud next to me. I looked across and saw the twisted body of one of the men who had ran with me, his dead wide eyes bored into mine making me yelp with horror. I heard a scream as another body was chucked to the side of me, this man had been younger barely a man at all, just reaching his late teens; I looked the other way and just saw the demon running around the corner clutching the third man who was crying out in terror. His fists flew around wildly but found no purchase against the skin of the vampire who held him and thrashed him like a child's rag doll, i cried out again as the demon sank his teeth into the man's neck as he disappeared. The pain was searing my skin so slow and painful that it almost made me scream, my hand flew to my neck and when i drew my fingers back they were covered in an umfamilar warmth, they were covered in blood, I had been bitten.
Horror washed through me as I recalled my father's commands "Anything touched or bitten by the creatures must be burnt, dead or alive, no exceptions." His voice roared in my head. No exceptions. If the mob found me, it would mean certain death no matter whose son I was, my father would never spare me, even my ash's would be tossed to the wind. In that moment I realised that I was alone, no one would speak for me, as far as they were concerned I was evil, a plague brought to destroy them no my survival depended entirely upon myself and how hard I tried to do so. Even though the pain was nothing I had felt before I tried to muster up my remaining strength, with shaking hands I reached out and pulled myself across the floor towards a small opening near a building. Each movement brought new pain that almost halted my escape, almost, I prayed my blood would not leave a trail to my discovery but I finally reached the opening and fell down through it.
I landed in a heap of rotting peelings in a dark cellar, I tried to crawl further but the pain was too much now and I couldn't move. The pain was too strong, it felt as though I had been engulfed in fire, burning through my blood and making me dry out, I tried to focus on anything but the fire and I could faintly hear the cries and shouts from the street above as they discovered the twisted bodies. I heard my name being called as well as the other man whose fate was unknown, the first time in my life I wished that this man was dead, that he had been spared from this slow torture, no one would ever deserve this punishment. I didn't dare answer the calls, my instincts told me to open my mouth and scream for help but I knew deep down it would not bring help, only my death.
For the next three days I hid where I was, under the rotting peelings, each time I drifted towards the darkness I was ready to welcome death, to let it embrace me and deliver me to heaven but each time it never let me. How many years had I delighted myself in hunting my father's victims, how many people had I killed who were innocent yes I believed in the evils people brought on themselves but as they burnt I only saw the faces of innocents not the guilty.
As a child I dreamed of helping others, healing the sick and poor just as the bible taught me, but instead I had been caught up in my father's teachings and my dreams had been switched with the promise of glory for when i found a true monster. If I ever lived through this then perhaps I could one day pursue my dream and learn to write fully but that dream was slipping away from me as more seconds passed. I could feel myself changing, turning into the monster I had always searched for, something it was now clear to me I was to become and perhaps one day i would become the hunted but for now i refuse to remain the hunter.
AN: There we have it, Carlisle's last human moments I hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them (which was a lot). I'd really appreciate reviews on how I can improve on my writing or on the story, you have no idea how much they can mean to the writer (unless you yourself have written fanfics) and sorry for the long authors note.
My next chapter should either be Edward's or Esme's last moments, I can't decide so how about you tell me which one you'd rather see in the next chapter, although it doesn't have to be them two. Also I'm not sure on the title for this fanfic, some help with a new one would be good too, Let me know! x