Bittersweet Kisses: Okay, this is my first try at a fanfic, and my first slash to be precise. I've taken a lot of poetic liscense for this story. It's reasonably cannon until the end part of New Moon...
and yes, you have read it right- THIS IS SLASH! meaning, male on male action!! if you don't like, don't read!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and my OCs. Everything else belongs to Stephanie Meyer
It was late October.
He was walking down the familiar streets of London, the smell of grease from frying fish and chips lingering thick in the air. The sounds of people haggling for goods, small children running and yelling, and in the far distance, church music filled his ears.
He paused, looking at his reflection in a grimy store window. Large, pale green eyes peeked through shoulder length blond hair, framing an angular face.
He was nineteen.
He continued to walk, jamming his hands into pockets as a breeze chilled skin through his coat, long hair whipping into his face. He didn't mind, though.
He hadn't the slightest clue where he was going, letting his feet take him wherever they desired.
Soon he jerked out of the busy streets of downtown London to the nicer, wider cobblestone streets of the upper class. The clack of horse-drawn carriages on stone were the only sounds in the quiet neighborhood.
Suddenly, before he could blink, a man barreled right into him.
He was thrown to the side of a building, head coming into sharp contact with brick. The man kept his fevered pace, not even stopping to help or appologize.
Stars filled his vision as he stood up on legs of gelatin, feeling the warm drip of blood on the back of his head. He dusted off his pants and turned around, intent on going home.
Across the street, a pair of smoldering, deep gold eyes suddenly locked with his, snatching his breath away with such a force it left him lightheaded. As quickly as it came, the eyes disappeared, leaving him mourning for the loss.
Carlisle glared hatefully down at the medical book in his lap as he snapped out of his hundreth daydream. This book was to keep him busy, not to let him think about his past, when he was human.
When he was human, young, and exceptionally foolish.
A familiar pang of pain swept through his body as the image of those gold eyes floated unbidden to his mind. He violently shoved the memory away, cursing.
He wouldn't think about it.
He hadn't in almost two centuries, so why now?
Slamming his book shut with one more distateful look, Carlisle stood up. Questioning glances were directed his way; none had ever seen the normally peaceful vampire is such a mood. His family didn't ask, though, and that suited the doctor just fine.
He was going for a walk.
Bittersweet Kisses: well, there you are. my first chapter! I'm kind of proud of it, if I do say so myself. PLEASE, please tell me what you think!! Cunstructive critizism is highly appreciated!!