Summary: After Edward leaves, Bella comes across an old Quileute book at Jacob's house in La Push. Out of curiosity, Bella tries a traveling incantation to send herself back in time, right into Edward's arms. What she doesn't count on is sending herself about two centuries too far. Leave it up to her to mess it up. Bella/Carlisle.
A/N: I was inspired by another fic to write this. I read it forever ago, but I remember Bella went back in time somehow or another and was with Carlisle. I really liked the idea of that, so I gave it a try. Well, I'd like to know what you think! I hope you enjoy.
"Jake, what's this?" Bella asked, picking up an ancient looking book from one of the many boxes in his garage.
"I have no idea," Jake walked over, taking it from Bella. "It's written in Quileute Chimakuan...Let's see," he murmured, trying to read the words. "I can make out the word, 'Magic'."
"Hmm, is it a spell book?" Bella smiled ruefully, looking at the book at he flipped the pages.
"It appears so," He said, shaking his head. "This one says prosperity." he pointed to a page, before flipping.
"Hmm," he said, his eyebrows furrowing.
"What is that one?" she asked, pointing to the page he turned to. It depicted a person walking into what appeared to be a portal, and emerging from another one. "Is is a traveling spell?"
"Well, if I'm not mistaken...I believe this translates to, 'time'," he said, raising his eyebrows. "Hey, think it works?" he grinned. "I don't know about you, but I'd try to prosperity one for the hell of it."
Bella wasn't interested in money. But, what she was interested in...was the time travel. If she could go back in time, she could stop what happened at her birthday party at the Cullens. If that hadn't happened, she had a feeling Edward never would have left...he'd still be here, with her in his arms.
"I'm more interested in the time travel," she said, smiling at him. "Do you think you can translate it?"
"Uh, maybe," Jake shrugged, clearly not believing any would work anyway. "I recognize the ingredients. You need ocean water and a pebble from the shores of La Push, lavender, and...what?..oh God, gross!"
"What?" Bella exclaimed, worried that it was something impossible to get.
"You need the heart of a squirrel," Jake said, clearly grossed out.
"..."
"Bella, don't look at me like that. I am not killing a squirrel for something this stupid," Jake snapped, frowning at Bella.
"Jake, you idiot!" Bella exclaimed. Of course she didn't want him to kill a little squirrel! "Don't you know where we have to go?"
"My uncle is going to thinking we're fucking insane," he hissed to Bella, standing outside his Uncle's cabin. His uncle hunted, and he often cut up the meat, giving or selling it to the residents in La Push.
"I'm sure he kills squirrel," Bella whispered. "He probably has a squirrel heart."
"...Fine, you ask him for a squirrel heart and looking like a raging psychopath!" he hissed back, knocking on his uncle's door.
She wanted this bad enough, she'd do it.
An elderly man answered the door, smiling when he saw Bella and Jake.
"Well, hello there Jake and Isabella," he smiled toothily. "Can I help you?"
"Uh, hey uncle," Jake smiled nervously. "...Bella wanted to ask you something."
Bella slightly glared at Jacob.
"Um...d-do you hunt s-squirrel?" she asked timidly, beginning to think Jake was right...she probably would look crazy.
"Why I sure do!" he smiled. "Are you wanting some squirrel meat honey?"
"Well, not exactly. We...Jake and I..." Jake glared at her. "Were wondering if you had...a squirrel heart? I need it for...school."
He raised his white eyebrows in surprise. "A squirrel heart? Well, okay," he smiled. "I'll bring you one; Free of charge. I just throw them out, they're too small to eat."
"Thank you so much!" Bella smiled, looking over at Jake.
"Anytime, honey," he smiled, walking back into his cabin.
Bella elbowed Jake. "See? It's fine!"
"...You do know that that book is a bunch of crap, right?" Jake hissed. "Please tell me this is for fun only; that you don't really believe in this stuff?"
"Of course not," Bella said in a high pitched voice. Did she really think it would work? Not really. But, to get Edward back...she'd sure as hell give it a try.
In no time, Jake's uncle brought back a squirrel heart in a little jar. Bella thanked him again, before her and Jake went to the beach to gather the items.
"Okay a rock, water, lavender, and a squirrel heart," Bella smiled, setting them down in a circle she'd drawn in the dirt, per Jake's instruction.
"So, why did you wanna try this again?" Jake asked, looking at her suspiciously.
"Oh you know," Bella chuckled. "For fun...and I wouldn't mind seeing the Victorian period. I'm a huge Jane Austen fan, remember?"
It was a lie. She only wanted to go back about a month.
"Well, I'll try saying the incantation for like a few hours first," Jake murmured. "Okay, you need to set three ingredients at three points of your body. Set the squirrel heart in front of you, the pebble to your right, and pour the water on your left side; forming a triangle."
"Okay..." Bella said, shakily doing as he said. What if – by some crazy chance – this actually worked?
"Hold the stalk of lavender in your hand, and after each incantation, touch it to each of the three points," Jake murmured, creasing his eyebrows. "I think...this is awfully detailed. It says you need to think of where you want to be...I suppose just think of this same spot."
"Well, this is neat though," Bella smiled, ingraining a picture of Edwards and the Cullens in her mind. "What do I say?"
"Uh, okay..." he cleared his throat. "Tap the water and say, 'Es poratus, withilia timus'"
Bella tapped the wet dirt with the lavender. "Es poratus, withilia timus."
"Good," Jake smiled, flipping page. "Okay, next tap the pebble, saying 'Enturu magitus quiten zer.'"
Bella tapped the pebble, feeling somewhat idiotic now. "Enturu magitus quiten zer."
"And finally, hold the lavender to the squirrel heart saying, 'Yongunas flitera shanta furr es portna mun.'" he finished, smiling at her.
Bella blinked, concentrating on trying to remember. "Yongunas...flitera shanta furr es...portna...hun."
"I said, 'mun.' not 'hun.' Bella," Jake said rolling his eyes, making Bella groan. Great, she messed it up and now they had to do it all over again!
She looked down, feeling the lavender stalk getting warm. Her eyes widened.
"Uh...Jake, its getting warm."
"What?" Jake said, rolling his eyes. "Its just your imagination. Now, get up so we can try again."
Bella's eyes widened as the squirrel heart burst into flames, the flames trailing up the lavender she held.
"Bella! LET IT GO!"
She heard Jake scream, and right at the flames went to her fingertips, she released it, and everything went black. Faintly, she could hear Jake screaming.
"Edward..." she mumbled weakly, before losing consciousness.
"Urgghhh..." Bella groaned, her eyes flitting around. She was laying in grass. Jake must have moved her...
Holding her head, she lifted up, looking around in confusion. She was...in the middle of a field? It was afternoon, looking like it would be dark soon. That was the same time that her and Jake were together...so clearly, it hadn't sent her back a few hours.
"I...what?" she looked around frantically, not having any memory of this place. Nor, did she see Jake.
Slightly panicked, she looked into the distance, seeing a house there. Perhaps they had a phone she could use?
Standing up, she brushed the grass off her jeans and pink tee shirt.
Bella groaned, remembering that she'd said the spell wrong. Great, instead of sending her back in time, it just made her travel to the middle of nowhere. But still there was a giddiness building up inside her. If it worked...that meant that she could try it again! All she had to do was get home, from wherever she was. Then, she would say it correctly this time. She WAS going to see Edward again!
Feeling elated, she started to run towards the house, her converse hitting the grass with speed.
She slowed down, seeing a figure walking towards her from the house. She paused in her running, squinting her eyes to see. Unsure of herself, she hesitantly walked forward.
As she got closer to the figure, the more confused she got. What were they wearing?
Her eyes widened as the person came close enough for her to make out their face.
"C-Carlisle?" she gasped, her mouth falling open. What...what the hell was he wearing? He looked like something straight out of a historical documentary. The gold overcoat, the stockings with pants...even the heeled black shoes. His cuffs were laced, and so was his collar. Despite him looking utterly ridiculous in those clothes, there was no mistaking the beautiful, blonde, tall male. His marble skin was as perfect as it ever was, his pale blonde hair that was swept back elegantly. The dark purple bruises were still under his eyes, and his slightly thin lips were not smiling...but formed in a straight line.
"W-wha...what the hell are you wearing?" she asked, finally looking up his handsome face to see complete shock cross his features.
"Excuse me, madam," he said politely, and in a British accent. He put his hand on his chest and bowing lightly. "I am afraid that I do not know you. However, it seems that you know me. Can you please inform me as to how you know my name?"
Bella's mouth fell even farther open. "W-wha? Carlisle! It's me! Bella!" she exclaimed, slightly panicked. "Bella Swan...y-you don't remember me?"
The logical side of her brain already knew the answer. She was back in time—she knew she was...but yet, the hysterical panic wouldn't allow her body to except it.
Carlisle's eyebrows pulled down in confusion. His golden eyes holding none of the warmth that she saw in them before. Merely curiosity, and almost cold calculation. He didn't know her, and was looking at her with great suspicion.
"I do not know you, madam," he repeated, his gold eyes flicking over her body. "It appears that you know me well enough to use my first name."
"I – you – what year is it?!" she blurted, a sob escaping her mouth as tears streamed down her face; facing reality.
"...1795 madam," he replied smoothly. "Have you suffered a fall and hit your head, perhaps?"
Bella's stomach bottomed out, her mouth opening and shutting, no longer able to form coherent sentences.
"I...oh...my...17...oh my GOD!" she screamed, covering her mouth and feeling light headed. She started hyperventilating, her other hand holding her chest as her eyes rolled back, consciousness leaving her.
Bella groaned, feeling a cold, hard hand gently pressing into her forehead.
"Ed...Edward?" she cried out weakly, reaching up and clutching the cold, hard hand with force.
"Edward...Don't leave me, please..." she smiled, inhaling the sweet smell of his hand. Frowning slightly, she noticed something different. This sweet smell was somehow different than Edward's smell. This smell smelt like sweet honey. It was gentle, not the aggressive sweet smell of Edward.
She felt the hand pause, before being gently pulled away. Her eyes fluttered open, and her vision was hazy.
"Are you alright, miss?" Carlisle voice came, the gentleness she had came to know with his voice – gone.
"Carl...Carlisle?" she said weakly as her vision cleared.
She blinked, looking at the stone face of Carlisle. Her eyes traveled around, seeing that she was in an elegant sitting room. She wiggled, seeing that she was laying on a golden, Victorian couch. Her eyes widened as she took in her surroundings, including Carlisle's clothing.
"What...am I going to do?" she cried, fresh tears forming in her eyes. Carlisle didn't know her...and even she wouldn't mind going back really far if she could see Edward. He wasn't a vampire yet. Hell, he hadn't even been born yet!
"Who are you?" Carlisle asked in a colder voice, handing her a frilly handkerchief. She took it easily, blowing her nose.
"I...I'm Isabella Swan and..." she frowned, she had to tell Carlisle she was from the future. What choice did she have? Maybe he could somehow help her.
"I...I'm from the future," she muttered weakly, surprise showing on his face before a disbelieving look entered his eyes. He looked at her with almost pity. In that moment, she knew, he thought she was insane. Bella knew what the mental wards were like in this time period. If he thought she was a mental case, no doubt, as a doctor, he would send her there. Somehow, she had to get him to believe her.
"No! I'm not crazy," she said, panicked and sitting up. "I...I know you're a vampire! I was dating your son, okay?! Your name is Carlisle Cullen. You were born in the 1640's. Your father was a priest! Your mother died in childbirth with you! You were attacked by a vampire when you were 23 and you hid in potatoes until you changed three days later!" she exclaimed, making his mouth fall open in utter disbelief.
"How..." he trailed off, his voice quiet. "How do you know of this?"
"Because we're friends in the future!" she gasped, motioning towards her clothes. "Look at my clothes for God's sake! Have you ever seen anything that looked like this?"
He seemed lost for words, staring at her as he listened to her rant. It appeared he literally didn't know what to think.
"I..." she cried. "I'm sorry, Carlisle. I was born in 1987. I'm 18 years old...Please, you have to believe me."
"Let us assume I were to believe you," he said quietly, after a moments pause. "Why is it that I allowed a human to know who I am?"
"It...it wasn't you," she said, wiping her eyes. "It was a member of your family. You see, I was his singer," he immediately frowned, his expression turning dark. "I...he fell in love with me. His powers didn't work on me, either. But I got hurt, and he left...I think he thought he was protecting me from your world. He...he wouldn't turn me. He thought he'd be damning my soul."
"Earlier, you said he was my son," he said quietly, his eyes searching her face. "I do not have a son. I am not capable of doing so."
"No...you turned him," she said weakly. "I don't want to say too much. I'm too afraid I'll alter the future and somehow, you won't change him or something. I can't allow him to not exist."
Bella sniffed, running her hands through her hair nervously. His eyes immediately narrowed on her wrist. In a flash, he had grabbed her wrist, causing her to gasp as he held her wrist firmly in his hand.
"Forgive me, but where did you get this?" he asked, looking at her intensely.
"A...a vampire bit me," Bella said. "But...the venom was drawled out, so I didn't turn."
"How is this possible..." he said, examining her wrist with interest. It seemed ages before he finally let her wrist go, watching her tersely.
"Well, miss Swan..." he trailed off. "It seems I have no choice...but to believe you. I see no other explanation as to how you could possibly know all these things and be human."
Relief swept through her. "Oh...thank God," she murmured, looking up at him with big eyes. "What do I do Carlisle?"
He watched her with narrowed eyes, as she looked up at him with big, teary eyes. Even if she was stuck back in time, it would have been fine with her if Edward was here...but no. If she was stuck back in time, she'd be dead long before...
"Turn me," she said suddenly, jumping up and making his eyes widen. "Carlisle, please. I'm begging you. Turn me, and I can see him again. If you don't and I'm stuck here, I'll die long before I ever see him again. If I become immortal, I can wait for him."
It was perfect. Yes, she'd wait over a century for her Edward. Then, he could have no qualms about her becoming a vampire, as she'd be one before he was. He'd have no reason to push her away then. She'd be his kind...and beautiful enough for him. It was beyond perfect.
"You are quite imprudent," Carlisle said, raising his eyebrow. "You are a girl I just met, who seems to have knowledge of my entire life story, yet I know nothing of you, other than your birth year in the future. You can see if I am quite hesitant to turn you a vampire. I have only just met you."
Bella's heart fell slightly. She supposed he was right.
"Well, ask me anything," she said quickly, with pleading eyes. "I'll tell you anything you want to know about myself. I will do anything you ask of me. I trust you completely, Carlisle. I'm your friend, and you are mine. I will stay with you if you turn me, for as long as you want me here. Even if its centuries."
She gently grabbed the front of his golden tail coat, looking up at him with eyes that she hoped conveyed the truth. She meant it. She would do anything he asked of her.
His eyes widened almost comically as she clutched to him, her eyes honest and desperate.
"Miss Swan, I do not pretend to know the customs of the future," he said firmly, but politely. "But your behavior is quite imprudent. This is not acceptable. You should not hold onto men that you have not wed. It is improper."
"I don't care about that!" she said loudly. "Who the hell cares about propriety right now!"
"Please, Miss Swan," he said firmly, giving her narrowed eyes.
She sighed, letting his clothes go as she stood back, sagging her shoulders in defeat. A pain shot through her side as she did this, making her take a hissing intake of breath. Without thinking, she instantly pulled her tee shirt up, looking her side.
"I must have fell on my side," she murmured, seeing the large, yellowish bruise forming there.
"Miss Swan!" Carlisle suddenly barked, making her eyes whip to him and look around, panicked as she held her shirt up, exposing her abdomen.
"What? What is it?!" she asked, looking at him with big eyes.
"Your clothing, please!" he exclaimed, covering his eyes in an attempt to allow her to keep her modesty.
Despite her situation, Bella blinked, and burst into laughter.
"Oh Carlisle," she chuckled. "It's just my stomach. I'm sorry, I'm a little familiar with the custom of this time period. But also, you have to remember I'm not use to it. I'll try better, but forgive me if I mess up."
She dropped her shirt back down. "Okay, its safe to look now."
He moved his hand from his eyes, looking at her with a contemplative expression.
"I will permit you to stay the night at my residence, if you so wish," he said eventually, folding his hands in front of him. "It will allow me time to consider the options. Does that suit you well, Miss Swan?"
"Oh, yes," she smiled, feeling hopeful for the first time in a while, despite being stuck over two hundred years in the past. "I don't have anywhere else to go."
"Very well," he nodded politely, flashing her a stunning smile. "Follow me please."
"Okay!" she smiled, following the elegantly striding Carlisle. She almost felt silly following him with her child-like trot.
He led her to a room at the end of a hallway. Opening the door, it revealed a luxurious room with a four-poster bed, decorated in red and golds.
"Oh, this is nice," she said, running her finger along the mahogany desk in the corner.
"Thank you," he said, bowing lightly to her. "I do not know what clothing is appropriate in the future, but for obvious reasons, I believe you cannot be seen in that attire," he motioned towards her tee shirt, jeans, and converse. "Tomorrow morning, I shall have appropriate clothing for you. I you would permit me, I will have to measure you."
He walked over to the desk, pulling a tape measure out of the drawers.
"Oh..." she looked down at her clothes. He was right. She couldn't wear this. "Of course, go ahead."
"Thank you," he approached her, and she stood there, not sure what to do.
"Please lift your arms," Bella instantly did so, seeing his eyes zoom to the strip of skin uncovered on her abdomen as her shirt lifted at her actions.
He sighed, but said nothing as he quickly wrapped the tape measure around her waist and hips.
"Forgive me," he apologized, before wrapping the tape measure around her bust, making her redden considerably. She almost wanted to laugh – almost. Here she was, 200 years in the past...getting her breasts measured by Carlisle, Edward's dad. Never in her life would she have thought such things.
"I am finished," he said, not meeting her eyes as she lowered her arms, watching him replace the tape measure.
"I am afraid that for tonight, you must wear those clothing items to bed," he motioned towards her outfit. "I have only men's clothing."
"Give me one of your shirts then," Bella shrugged, familiar with the white, baggy shirts men wore of this time period. "That will work okay."
"I must advise against that," he said, his eyes enlarging slightly. "It is not proper for a lady to wear men's attire. It would be far too revealing as it would show your legs."
"..."
"Carlisle, just give me a shirt. It's fine," she chuckled, rolling her eyes and giggling at the prim and proper Carlisle. Now that she was more at ease, it was rather amusing.
"As you wish," he sighed in defeat, quickly leaving the room at vampire speed.
She sighed heavily, tiredness washing over her body in a wave. She pulled down the blankets, running her hand across the white, silk sheets.
"Wow," she murmured, kicking her shoes and socks off.
Within moments, Carlisle returned, handing her a white bundle. She took it gently from him, her eyes warm.
"Thank you, Carlisle," she said quietly, her voice full of her thanks.
To her surprise, he was looking down at her feet.
"What is the matter with your toenails?" he asked suddenly, bending down and taking her foot in his cold hand.
"Forgive me," he repeated, staring at her purple toenail polish. "What is this?"
Bella couldn't help it, she giggled, making him look up at her in alarm.
"It's toe nail polish," she said, looking down at him and wiggling her toes. "In the future, girls paint their nails and toe nails all kinds of different colors."
"What is this substance?" he asked, looking back down at her foot and running his finger over her big toe nail. "It is not the same as paint of this time."
"No, its different," she smiled. "You'll see one day."
He let her foot go, standing straight and looking down at her with an apologetic expression.
"Forgive my rudeness. I did not have permission to touch your feet," he said regretfully. "It was improper of me. I was simply astonished, and acted on impulse. I will not do so in the future."
Bella giggled again, shaking her head. This was so weird.
"It's alright, Carlisle," she smiled. "They're just feet."
"A gentleman should never touch a lady at any time without her consent," he said, inclining his head.
His handsomeness hit her like a tidal wave. His pale hair had fallen over one eye and was tickling his regal cheekbone. She took a deep breath, trying not to let herself be dazzled by him. It wasn't right.
"It's okay, you can touch me whenever you want."
"..."
Bella's eyes widened and she felt heat rush to her face.
"I – uh, well, you know what I m-mean," she stammered, embarrassed as his eyes widened at her comment. "I meant...well, you k-know. F-feet and h-hands...n-not—erm."
His lips stretched, showing off his sparklingly white teeth as a deep rumble came from his chest at his chuckle. As his perfect cheeks lifted, his chiseled jaw line became more pronounced, and his golden eyes were sharp and beautiful.
Bella stared, wide-eyed for moments before she forced herself to tear her eyes away from him. She looked down at her feet, her face becoming even warmer.
"I believe I understand," he said in a deep voice, causing her to look up at him and see the smile still on his face. "I will awake you in the morning. Then, you can tell me about yourself and how you came to be here. Goodnight and pleasant dreams, Miss Swan."
"Yeah um, goodnight," she said. "Even thought you don't sleep." she chuckled.
He smiled at her once more before walking across the room and closing the door behind him.
She let out a deep breath and stood, striping down to her underwear. She held up his shirt, holding it to her nose. Well aware that he could hear her every action, she breathed normally into the fabric, sighing contentedly as the sweet smell of him entered her nostrils. It was different from Edward's, but similar enough that it provided her comfort. She smiled, pulling it over her head. As she guessed, the cotton shirt came to her upper thighs, and she smiled, crawling into the silken sheets.
Covering herself up, she then brought the sleeve up to her nose, repeating the process. She smiled, snuggling into the pillow, only to find that his sweet smell was also on it. Even though he didn't sleep, he must have lay on the bed at some point.
"Good," she muttered happily, burying her face in the pillow and inhaling.
For the first time in what felt like forever, she quickly fell asleep with the smell of Carlisle and Edward swarming through her brain, comforting her.