(This is for my friend. She is Carlisle OBSESSED. I went and saw the movie today and liked... well I had a real liking for Jasper and Alice and really the entire Cullen family. This is also a tribute to Carlisle and Esme because they are classic love.)
"They were innocent people." Carlisle defended. His father looked down at him, his eyes cold.
"Carlisle." His father's voice was emotionless, as if the gash in his son's face wasn't there. He didn't care at all that there was blood trickling down his face. Carlisle's blue eyes became hard. In the twenty three years he'd lived with his father he knew his father's main concern had always been extermination.
Carlisle had gotten his father to tell him about his mother one time. It had been the only time he had been happy or warm towards anyone. Even the way he spoke about her was obvious he had loved her more than anything, more than his son.
"I have a lead though." Carlisle muttered when his father only said his name.
"I'll expect results." His father responded before leaving his son in the empty darkness.
"Of course, Father." Carlisle whispered.
----o0O0o------
The next morning Carlisle woke, groggy. His deep blue eyes watched as the sun danced through his window. The murmurs of the people outside reminded him of the task he was to do today. He glanced at the sliver plated knife at his bed side table and shuttered slightly. It had killed so many innocent people, tainted with their blood. He tucked it into his pocket. Tonight was the night.
He got up slowly, running his hand through his blond hair. He heard the knock at the door. Stretching, he walked to open it. Many people came here, asking for help from his father. The young girl that had been here every other day for the past week smiled at him.
"Carlisle!" she smiled. Her eyes, a shimmering light blue made it impossible to doubt her beauty against her ivory skin. Her wavy blond hair was pulled to the side, braided down her shoulder. Her plain white dress was spattered with mud.
"Dinah." Carlisle greeted her. She smiled, looking at her feet.
"I brought you and your father some eggs, Mama says thank you." Dinah said, handing Carlisle a basket of brown eggs. He smiled.
"Thank you."
Dinah beamed.
Carlisle wasn't looking for love though, not right now. He was focused on other things, in any case Dinah was set to marry another man. In any case his interest wasn't there.
"Dinah!" Her younger brother called. Dinah turned.
"I'm coming." She responded.
"Hope to see you soon Carlisle." Dinah said before running after her brother.
"Yes." Carlisle responded. He walked out into the sun, letting it kiss his face.
The knife in his pocket felt heavy, weighing the rest of him down. He walked slowly, walking to the church down the street where is father preached. He sighed, greeting the people as they smiled at him, said hello.
He finally made it to the Church. It was a beautiful place, angels watched from overhead. Carlisle opened the door and walked down the aisle of pews, his father was standing at the front, talking to a sobbing women. His father wore the same emotionless mask he always had. He was kind, that was hard to deny. He was kind to those most in need, he just never expressed sympathy or joy toward them, not since his wife had passed away.
It was like when she passed away she took all his joy away with her.
No one payed mind to Carlisle as he walked to the dark room where the supplies for hunts were held. He stared into the dark room, sighing. He'd hated this room since he'd been a child. His eyes scanned over the weaponry to check and make sure nothing was out of place. Everything was ready for the slaughtering tonight.
Carlisle vowed to himself innocent people would not die like they had so many times in the past. No, tonight he would kill the ones who cause these deaths.
He sighed, having to repeat that to himself. The word itself "killing", he cowered away from it.
The rest of the day he spent mentally preparing. He paced in his room, chanting his duties, making a mental plan. He glanced out his window a few hours later, dusk had fallen, it was time.
---o0OO0o---
The gathering of young men around him forced the pressure to pulse into Carlisle's heart. He was responsible for all these people. He wasn't one for inspiring to kill. A man he had known since they were young came up and spoke of the nights events, Carlisle sighed, joining the head of the mob of men as they walked down the narrow streets. He pulled the knife to the ready and looked over his shoulder. The fires danced behind him. His father had told him, when the responsibility had been passed to him, that anything will die by fire. It was the element of hell.
Carlisle watched as the grate opened and a man jumped out. No one knew the language he yelled at them in but it was something insulting. The man thrust at Carlisle, hissing. He ripped a man beside him to pieces.
Carlisle instantly felt a searing pain shoot through his veins. The fire burned him and he felt the stone street underneath him. He gasped and felt the pain blinding him. All he could hear through his own panting was the yells of the men, then silence. Through the pain he saw his father's cold, disapproving eyes. It mixed with the already burning fire, forcing a stronger pain through him. He slowly pulled himself into... he didn't know. All he knew was there was darkness. The agony dragged on and on. It never ended as it seared through his entire body. He endured in silence.
---o0OO0o---
When he woke up his body felt new, stronger. The aching thirst in the back of his throat confused him. He slowly came to realization of what he was and felt sick and loathing. He was a creature, a damned monster who killed the innocent, but the thirst ached so badly. The coat of night sheeted him. His body, having felt so hot, suddenly felt... neutral. The smell of blood filled his body. Desire to kill.
"No." Carlisle commanded himself. He would fight. He ran outside the city, freezing as he watched the trees buzz past him. That was new.
There were so many advantages he had over a human. It was disgusting. He kept running, he could get away faster at least.
And Carlisle hid himself, far away. His eyes stung, but no tears came from them. The sun slowly rose from over the horizon. He stared at it. The sunlight danced it's way to the place where he sat, the darkness eaten away by the light. It felt like nothing as his skin shimmered in the light. He stared at his pale hands dazed. What on earth was he? Never had the stories his father had told him said anything like this.
Of course not. All the hunts his father did were at night.
Twitching his fingers he watched the reflection bounce off a tree. He was a monster, he had to destroy himself.
He tried everything, but found he didn't need oxygen, didn't need normal food. He tried to drown himself, starve himself, hang himself. Everything. Nothing cut through his skin, nothing penetrated his body. He was a solid rock that couldn't be moved. He only found himself becoming weak. This creature that he'd turned into, it thirsted for human blood. He refused to act on that monsters desire. He refused to loose himself to this instinct, so different from himself. He finally decided, he had to escape from here.
---o0OO0o---
Hunger slowly made Carlisle too weak to do anything more than sit, conserve the dwindling energy he had left. The burning at the back of his throat only seemed to grow more prominent as each second ticked by. Burning. That's all he could feel. Aching, acidic. He couldn't focus on anything else.
The rustle of the leaves went unnoticed. The scent of the deer seemed non existent until moments later he felt himself tackle one to the ground. His mind wasn't in synchronization with his body as he dipped his head to the deer and drained it. He felt blood trickle from his mouth as he left the carcass to the forest. His strength seemed to return, he could still feel burn but it had lessened to a dull feel.
Licking his lips Carlisle came to the conclusion he most needed to find. He didn't have to take human lives. He could live, untainted of human lives. He needed to get away though, quickly. The hunts would get closer to him. He needed one thing before he could go.
---oO00Oo---
Carlisle saw the night coat the London streets. He walked across the street to the Church. His eyes set on his destination. He made no sound as he opened the door and walked down the aisle. He held his breathe and headed for the front podium. Hanging was the cross. He just wanted something to remember who he was, incase he ever did forget. He would use it as a reminder that he was human, no matter what his instincts told him.
He gently handled the cross, the wood was gentle on his fingers. He traced it, entranced by the memories it held, by the way it felt to him. His father could do without it.
He felt a kind of peace as he started to walk away. He could travel now, live his life the way he had only dreamed he could.
( well yeah... this has taken me.... well way too long to write. I started writing in November and it's... January. Yeah. In any case this could potentially have three chapters in all. Maybe four. So ya'll can tell me, should I write Carlisle saving Edward? The story is already written in New Moon so I don't know... Tell me if you think i should or if i should just leave it the way it is, as a oneshot. or... well this mostly depends on everyone and what the readers think. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this! I hope everyone enjoys it!
Haru)