Chapter One: Introduction
A/N: My latest story! Lately I've fallen victim to reading fluffier Twilight fanfics, like "LOL THE CULLENS GO TO THE MALL GUYZ LOLLLL!", and I enjoy them a little too much more than I should. One character whom I've really taken a shine to is Carlisle – a character mentioned far too rarely in canon (in my opinion). His life seems like it must have been so fascinating, and I'd been throwing the idea of doing a biofic about him for awhile. Then tonight, September 3, 2009, I started reading AB Type, by Alcyone23, which is a biofic of sorts about Aro's life, and I decided to make it happen because it is one of the best Twilight fics I've read that wasn't just for lulz. I'm going to really try to make an effort to update frequently, but to be honest, senior year and all that comes with it might get in the way. If you send me mean reviews telling me to update, I WILL! I promise – just ask aridnie =), and I welcome feedback of all kinds! (Yes, even flames, though it seems like you might as well offer constructive criticism. Why waste everyone's time with flames if you don't contribute?)
Disclaimer: I don't even own 2/3 of my iTunes library. Come on, guys.
"Happy birthday, dear Car-liiiiiiiiiisle, happy birthday to youuuu!" my family trilled and I smiled, blowing out the candles on my cake. The cake was purely symbolic, of course, but I knew a couple of people who might enjoy it.
"Okay Nessie, Jake," I said. "Dig in." For two people who had been matched before they themselves knew it, they certainly had different tastes. Jacob fell to his slice of cake (which was roughly the size of a three-ring binder) with gusto, restraining himself just enough to seem polite, whereas Nessie cut herself a thin slice that she ate daintily and mostly, I knew, out of politeness for me. My little granddaughter never failed to fascinate me. At one year of age, she had the physical appearance of a ten-year-old and the mental facilities that would encompass the average teenager's. Everything she processed, she processed more quickly than the average human. For instance, a healthy human goes through a so-called "sugar high" in about three hours. Renesmee, however, was finished with her high and passed out in Jacob's arms a mere fifteen minutes after she'd finished her slice of cake.
"I'll take her to bed," the werewolf said, making to stand.
"No, finish your cake," my daughter-in-law, Bella, interjected softly as she picked Nessie up from Jake's arms and carried her off to the cottage where she and Renesmee lived with Edward, the oldest member of my family. We all watched her exit, crooning softly in her sleeping child's ear, and I found myself marveling at the new phenomena that was Bella Cullen exiting a room without tripping. Jake went home and the rest of the family slowly dispersed after that, Alice and Jasper to their bedroom and Rosalie to take a shower, leaving me with Edward, Emmett, and Esme. My wife began to pack away the cake and put the sullied plates in the dishwasher as Edward stood up and stretched. "I think I'll go see how the girls are doing," he said, trying to maintain an air of nonchalance.
Emmett snorted. "Just be sure not to wake the baby, Eddie!" he snickered, which made Edward growl and punch him in the arm.
After Edward had retreated to the cottage, Emmett left to play video games, leaving me and Esme in the kitchen. "Let me help with that," I said, though it was both unnecessary and futile to offer.
"No, no," she said, shutting the dishwasher and turning it on. "Not on your birthday. Do you want to do anything in particular this evening?"
"I think I'll take a walk," I said and she smiled, remembering my decennial tradition. "Don't wait up."
She laughed at our long-time joke. "I'll be waiting and willing to do whatever you wanted," she whispered. I smiled. How I loved my wife.
I slipped my feet into beat-up tennis shoes and shrugged on a fleece pullover, purely for show. Being a vampire, I could walk around naked and be impervious to the light, cold winds that blew down from Canada on perfect summer nights like these. The sun set in the distance over the tops of the pine trees, and the world grew steadily darker as I headed deep into the forest, where I began to pick up speed.
Three miles and two deer later, I stood in a clearing on the edge of a completely still pond. A breeze whistled through the trees as crickets began to chirp, and I sat on the bank and let my mind wander backwards…
A/N: A bit of a prologue chapter to what I hope will be an excellent biofic (presumptuous, yes.) If anyone's wondering, I'm from Seattle and have a vacation home on Lopez Island (look it up), so I've taken many a pensive walk along water and through forests. It's the perfect venue to reflect on your life, a venue which Carlisle will take good advantage of. Please review and let me know what parts of Carlisle's life you would like me to focus on! Any other form of feedback is always appreciated as well.