Hi everyone. Welcome to Chapter 1 of Soulless Monsters. This is something I started a fair while ago and came back to recently, it's now finished and 8 chapters long. You should get a chapter a week as long as nothing unexpected comes up.

Summary: AU Twilight. Bella was the first human Carlisle changed into a vampire in 1736, due to how she 'died' as a human she sees being a vampire as the best thing that happened to her. Alice is human and Edward has fallen in love with her. Carlisle uses spanking as discipline for his five vampire children. Edward firmly believes they are soulless monsters; Bella does not. What happens when they both lose their temper?

Warning: This story contains the spanking of teenaged vampires. Do not read if this offends.

Thank you to Jules Ann for beta reading this one for me and helping inspire me to write this to completion.

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Bella was sat in the living room bored, they'd all gone to Alice's prom and Jasper, Rose, and Emmett had gone out hunting, Mom and Dad weren't in and she'd gone hunting with Edward before the prom.

Edward came down having changed into jeans and a hoodie out of his tux. "Did you hear Alice earlier? She asked why I sucked the venom out," he asked a little accusingly.

Bella shrugged. "Yeah I told her what it took to be changed, it's not like it's something she doesn't need to know."

Edward growled at his sister. "No she doesn't need to know that actually," he snapped.

"What are you talking about Edward? She's going to have to be changed, you're together, she's your mate, it is even what she wants, you should just change her," Bella stated.

Edward flashed over to Bella and snarled at her. "I am not going to change my Alice," he snarled out.

Bella stood up, facing up to her brother despite the foot in height difference between them, she snarled back viciously. "It's that or she dies," she spat harshly.

"I will not take her soul from her!" Edward growled. He leaned over his sister hoping to intimidate her.

Bella wasn't easily intimidated and just growled back. "What do mean by that exactly?" She spat.

Edward growled threateningly at his sister. "Vampires are soulless Bella," he hissed cruelly.

Bella shrieked wordlessly. "You're wrong! Of course we have souls!"

"We kill Bella! We are nothing but soulless monsters!" Edward roared in his sister's face.

Bella was furious, no, she was beyond fury; she was enraged. Her idiotic brother was still spouting absolute shit about them being soulless monsters. "Soulless monsters? You haven't seen a soulless monster!" she snarled. Bella lifted her shield off herself and thought back to her last human memories; the trial where she was declared a witch and the torture she endured, torture inflicted upon her by humans. Bella showed him her memories of being dragged out into the town square, so the whole town could witness her interrogation. Bella focused on remembering when her legs were covered by the bootikins and the wedges hammered in between the gaps, of being stripped naked and whipped repeatedly, until her whole body was covered in bleeding lash marks, as they demanded she confess. She remembered the last torture, her body broken, already in agony and completely unable to speak, her arms roughly forced up behind her back, then they were tied to a dangling rope; Bella remembered the absolute agony the strappado, she couldn't imagine they even expected a confession at this point, she couldn't even scream in agony as she was lifted and dropped repeatedly. She couldn't stand the memories any longer and let her shield snap back into place. "They are the soulless ones. Not Carlisle. He saved me…" she growled out.

If Edward had been thinking straight, he would have recognized Bella was extremely on edge. "It was your own fault, you should have just confessed. If you had confessed they wouldn't have tortured you, they would have just killed you, you deserved it," he spat.

Bella froze for a second then blind rage took over. She launched herself at Edward, wanting to cause him as much pain as his words had caused her. Her mate, along with Peter and Char, had taught her how to fight and how to kill; right now she wasn't planning on killing Edward, but she did plan on tearing him into a few pieces.

Edward was normally a good fighter; he used his gift to pick the moves out of his opponent's brain and could fairly easily counter them. With Bella's shield protecting her thoughts he quickly found he was completely inept at fighting without his gift. He couldn't just counter, defend, block and avoid, he had to go on the offensive, he knew his Dad would tear a strip out of his hide for fighting with Bella and if Jasper found out he'd attacked his mate he'd be furious, but if he didn't try and attack he was going to lose very quickly. He was the fastest in the family; if he used his full speed to attack Bella he might stand a chance at surviving long enough for sense to return to his sister.

Edward's speed didn't bother Bella at all, she moved like a gymnastic performer, she was never still even for a second, constantly spinning, flipping, ducking and weaving; it was almost like a dance.

Carlisle and Esme returned from their hunt. Carlisle heard the snarls, growls, and cries of pain coming from the house. He recognized the metallic sound of a tearing limb. "Esme stay here," he requested. He didn't want his mate in danger, he didn't know what was going on inside the house, but he hoped whichever of his sons were fighting – as they were male cries of pain – had not just had a limb torn off.

Esme nodded at her husband and waited outside, she was worried about what was going on inside the house.

Carlisle rushed inside, he ignored the destruction as best he could; he rushed into the living room and froze, trying to comprehend the sight in front of him. He stared as his daughter, his first and youngest – in human years – daughter had her brother pinned up by the neck against the wall, his right arm having been completely torn off and tossed through the glass back wall into the garden. Bella was squeezing Edward's neck and Carlisle could see the cracks forming, Bella was also still growling, her eyes pitch black with rage.

Carlisle unfroze and flashed to his kids. He brought his hand down, delivering a searing swat to Bella's jean clad bottom. He then put a hand on her shoulder and forcibly shoved her away from Edward.

Bella yelped in surprise at the swat, her grip on her brother released in her surprise and before she could re-establish the grip she was shoved hard away from him.

Edward – no longer being held up by Bella – fell to the floor, whimpering in pain.

Carlisle immediately bent down to attend to Edward. He was the loser of the fight and the more obviously injured one. Carlisle knew Bella would have a few injuries of her own, but she had all her limbs attached and Carlisle could see no cracks on her skin anywhere, plus she was not currently collapsed on the floor, whimpering in pain.

Bella was still running mostly on instinct and not at all rational yet. Seeing her coven leader so concerned, protecting and attending to the one who had hurt her angered her greatly. She growled at Carlisle, wanting to show him how much she disapproved of his action, something she'd never even consider had she been in her right mind.

Hearing his daughter growl at him angered Carlisle, his little girl was already in more trouble than she had ever been – than any of his kids had ever been – and here she was bold as brass daring to growl at him? Carlisle stood up and whirled around to face his daughter in one movement, in the next he was standing at his full height, towering over her, growling dangerously, his eyes flashing furiously.

Bella had only been sixteen when she'd been turned, and was only four foot eleven, her dad was easily six foot two, and so having her angry father towering over her growling was enough to get her to stop growling. She flinched back and dropped her head, adopting a more submissive pose to appease her coven leader.

Carlisle knew Bella was still not fully back to herself when she adopted a submissive pose, which was the vampire reaction, not the reaction of a child being reprimanded. "You do not growl at me my daughter; you and your brother are in more than enough trouble without you adding defiance and disrespect to your list of transgressions. Get into that corner and stay there. I will see to you once I have reattached your brother's arm," he ordered. When it appeared Bella wasn't going to obey, Carlisle grabbed her by her shoulder, spun her around, and landed two blazing swats to her behind. "Now!" He barked.

Bella yelped at the swats and flashed to the corner. Being swatted again had finally knocked the vampire side of her brain back into the back of her mind where it usually resided and she was back to herself again.

Carlisle quickly flashed to his wife and told her who had been fighting in the house. He asked her to give him some time alone with Bella and Edward, to which she quickly agreed.

Esme got back in the car and said she was going shopping for a new living room set, as it appeared theirs had been destroyed.

Carlisle watched his wife go wistfully. He walked around the house to the back garden and picked up his son's torn limb. He carried it inside picking out the debris from the tear. Carlisle approached Edward and though he was furious with his son for fighting, he pushed that to the back of his mind for now, his son was in pain and there would be plenty of time for lectures later. "Little Man, I think there's enough venom still leaking from your shoulder that I don't need to add any of my own, but my venom will speed up the reattachment if you want it," he explained. "Bear in mind that it will hurt more with my venom and will scar, but the pain will be over sooner."

Edward sucked in a few breaths through his teeth, he did not have a high tolerance for pain but then he didn't want to suffer for an extended period. However he saw Jasper's scars in his head and knew there was no way he wanted scars like that. "I'll suffer a little longer Dad," he decided.

Carlisle nodded. "You will still need to hunt for it to heal fully, but the residual pain will be a lot more bearable until I can take you." He pressed the limb against the tear site and held it as it began to knit back together.

Unlike, Jasper, Edward had no experience with ripped off limbs. Emmett had lost a limb a few times when his playful fights with Jasper or Peter got a bit out of hand. Even Bella, when she was learning to fight, had endured losing a limb. Peter had suggested that it would be useful for her to experience so she could keep fighting and ignore the pain. Jasper had reluctantly agreed, after punching his brother in the face for suggesting such a thing. Bella had endured a limb being ripped off nine times before her ability to ignore the pain and keep going had passed Peter's expectations.

Edward howled in pain, it was excruciating to lose the limb, agony to have it detached, but the pain he was in now felt akin to the pain of the transformation.

Bella, was no longer running on vampire instinct, but still didn't feel all that charitable towards Edward, his accusation that the torture was her fault and that she should have confessed so she'd be dead hurt, and a lot. With her anger rising up and clouding her judgement slightly, she logically knew it was not a good idea to test her father, as he was more than likely still pretty furious, she ignored that logical part of her mind and let out a chuckle at her brothers reaction to the pain. She remembered her training and the first few times she'd lost a limb she'd been too distracted by the pain to lower her shield enough to allow Jasper to take away her pain, so she'd endured it in its entirety, she hadn't made nearly the fuss Edward was right now.

Carlisle was only just holding in his fury at his first son and daughter, when his daughter chuckled at the fact his son, her brother, was in pain, he turned his head and growled fiercely. "Isabella Marie Cullen, stand there and keep silent. I mean it, not one more peep out of you, or I'll blister your backside before taking you for a hunt," he threatened harshly. Though he would rather not do that, he would if he was pushed; he never made threats he didn't intend to go through with.

Bella flinched at her father's tone and considered offering an apology, she decided to stay quiet in lieu of her father's threat should she not keep silent. Yes she had won the fight, but she was not completely uninjured; Edward had landed a few good hits and she was pretty sure she had a few broken bones, he'd also managed to sink his teeth in at least once – Jasper would be pissed about that. Everything would heal fine, the bones would only need a hunt and then she'd just be sore for about a week, but getting a spanking on top of the pain she was already feeling would not be fun. She wasn't prepared to risk that.

Carlisle examined Edward's now fused arm. "Edward I need you to wiggle your fingers, check everything is working, it'll be painful but you need to do it for me."

Edward whimpered as he wiggled his fingers and moved his wrist around.

Carlisle nodded. "Everything is fine, now I need to see if you have any bites that I need to seal to prevent the venom from leaking," he explained. He checked Edward over and winced seeing a ragged bite on his left shoulder, Bella had gotten very close to his neck there. He bathed the bite with his tongue to seal it, ignoring Edward's whimpers of pain. He sealed up the three other bites that Edward wouldn't be able to reach and let him seal the ones he could get to. Checking him over again he decided Edward was healed enough for now, and he could now turn his attention to his daughter. "All right Edward, go stand in the corner, I need to check your sister for injuries." He allowed some of his anger at his son to bleed into his voice. "Isabella, please cover me with your shield, I would like to think in peace," he added.

Bella nodded and immediately extended the first and second layers of her shield to cover her father; the action was as easy as breathing. Bella only lost control of her shield in moments of extreme stress, but the first layer she didn't even need to think about and she could extend it to cover anyone she knew as long as they were on the same continent. She always kept the first layer around Peter and Char; she could always feel their mental sparks, unless they left the continent – which they did on occasion. Bella's first layer only blocked weak mental gifts, it could block Edward's mind reading, as he only read the thoughts you were having at the moment, but it couldn't block Aro's mind reading. Her second layer blocked all mental and even physical gifts, whilst the first layer would block Kate's gift, it would still allow Jasper's gift to work, and with the second layer even Jasper's gift would have no effect, though that layer had a shorter range. Her third layer was reflective layer; she could extend her own thoughts with this layer, though she had only a very short range with this one. Her fourth and final layer was one that she'd only gotten control of after her change; she could bring up a physical shield that was like an invisible barrier.

Carlisle took a deep breath and allowed his thoughts free rein; he'd kept a tight lid on them while he attended to Edward. He hadn't asked his daughter to extend her shield as she had been running on instinct and he hadn't been sure when she came back to herself.

Edward winced as his Dad's head became as silent as Bella's was to him. He reluctantly turned around and limped over to the corner, he childishly choose the corner furthest away from his sister.

Once Edward was in the corner, Carlisle turned his attention to his first and youngest daughter. "Isabella, come here please," he ordered.

Bella stiffened, but turned out of the corner and walked briskly to her Dad.

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Well there you go, that was chapter 1. Let me know what you thought please.