AN: I hope you like this, it's a bit outspoken, dramatic, OOC – whatever you want to call it. But I put a lot of time into this prologue and I hope you like it. There may not be steady updates because I'm still working out my other story The Crow and The Butterfly... But yeah, had this on my mind and wanted to experiment. Let me know what you think in a review. But don't be mean, remember, everyone's an angel, and you don't yell at angels.
The Unexpected
It was a quiet day, the sun spoke softly to the residents of Forks. (something unusual, trust me, for the small, rainy town in Washington.) Everyone thought it was going to be a normal, lazy Saturday afternoon, but that was far from reality.
The Cullens were trying to get comfortable; Edward and Esme were in their bedroom reading, Alice and Jasper were lounging on the couch downstairs, and Emmett and Rosalie were the only couple gone. Carlisle was watching his mate scurry the house, trying to find something that she'd lost; it was frustrating to her that the Cullens already knew where it was, but wouldn't tell her.
"Human experiences my ass."
Bella was only human, you see, whereas Carlisle and his family were not. Because of it, and the fact that Bella would be turned one day soon, they found it appropriate to taunt her with her own fatalities and humanness, refusing to help her with these little excursions. Though sometimes they were just being lazy, they made her do it so that they didn't have to. They called them human experiences and included the pain of finding something forgotten under that title.
But Carlisle followed her everywhere, keeping her company and trailing behind her like a lost puppy. He would try to preoccupy her from her search, the boredom consuming him. He would snake his arms around her waist and make her turn to face him. He would stare at her so longingly, slowly bending down to tease her, kissing her nose instead of her lips, or kissing her cheek, or neck, or forehead instead. It was his little game that he loved to play with her.
"Stooooppp." She finally complained, smacking his chest and pulling away. But he looked so wounded, she stood on her toes and kissed him once. "Please." She added petulantly, as if she shouldn't have to say it at all.
"Ah, my love, but you see – that I cannot. The love that I feel for you is so fulfilling, I never want to leave you alone – and trust me, I promise I never will."
"That's great." Bella muttered sarcastically. Then just as she was about to add more, telling him that she was kidding and didn't mean it; the door shook under someone's powerful fist.
Everything was quiet for just a second, though just one, before the chaotic frenzy started.
"Oh. Fuck." Alice whispered from down the hall, the mattress creaking in relief when both her and Jasper jumped free. She took a deep breath, then a pause.
"Carlisle?" She asked worriedly, though sure that he could hear, and precariously opening her bedroom door.
"What?" Carlisle asked, his eyes were glued to the front door. He already knew what was happening.
"RUN!" Her screech echoed through the house.
He didn't move, "NOW!"
But it was too late, the wooden door cracked, and with just one more kick to the hinges, it splintered to pieces on the marble floor. Shouts and commands were yelled throughout the entry hall from large, burly men. Here and there they ran in from the porch and from the yard.
"Bella?" Carlisle asked, removing his eyes from the determined police force to Bella.
"Yes, Carlisle?" Her voice wavered with uncertainty.
"Stay strong-"
"What?"
"And know that I love you." Her back was turned to the stairwell, and just in time she looked over her shoulder to see the swarm of uniformed men racing up the stairs.
"Hands up!" The front man ordered, gesturing with his pointed gun. "Hands up and on the ground!" He yelled when he reached them both.
His voice was loud and commanding, not like those that you heard on television - but Carlisle paid him no mind. He stepped closer to Bella, raising an eyebrow and daring her to argue against his words. She only shook her head, looking from Carlisle to the police man. Tears sprung to her eyes and she stepped away. "I promise you, Carlisle. With all that I have, I do."
Somewhere in the background, the man repeated his words; but they were only a whisper in the back of Carlisle's mind. "Tell me you love me, Isabella." He said forcefully, inching away from the police, and unappreciative of the fact that she had stepped away before she said those words. "Say it."
"I love you." Her words were garbled, in the background of the things spoken from officer to officer, from officer to Carlisle, and to Bella in disregard, or telling her to move to safety.
"Thank you, love." He nodded sadly, giving up, and dropping down on his knees, turning his blanketed eyes to the police officers, and resting his hands behind his head. He tangled his slim, frozen fingers in his blond, messy, and uncombed hair, barely letting the beginnings of a strangled cry reach their ears - though just as quickly as all this started, he stopped himself. If he couldn't be strong for himself, he had to at least be strong for Bella, and half as strong for his family, his life, and any future with the human girl that he loved so unconditionally.
"You're under arrest for three accounts of man slaughter." He closed his eyes, weeping not for himself, but for the horrible acts committed against those now dead, and for whatever would be afflicted against his family while he was gone.
Because he would be gone for a long time.
