~ blemish in the tissue ~
Carlisle/Edward. T. 391


Carlisle felt his body become lead, as unmovable as the heavy stone they used to pave the London streets. He struggled against the evil blood, silent as a ghost, thinking about the world just outside his reach; about what his father must be thinking. His mind was teeming with questions that simply swirled in circles inside his head, returning again and again to the same place.

It was a horrible and hopeless process. He had no answers, no idea as to what he had become. Not a clue as to why his veins flowed with the agony of fire instead of blood.

He shouldn't be thinking about it. It only made the fire hotter, fiercer, when his mind wandered upon it. It sizzled in his fingertips, burned his eyeballs, and scorched his heart without mercy until he was sure it would burst.

But Carlisle was a man, and a very self-controlled one at that. He clamped his mouth shut while the pain flowed onwards. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, not even on those nights... Those nights when his Father, weary and drunk and preaching what he did not practice, raised fist and boot to his son.

Agony. Pain. Torture.

But eventually, finally, the pain stopped.

And Carlisle opened his eyes to a new world, one so different from what he was used to that it dazzled and amazed. He was hidden in a cellar full of rotting potatoes, blood covering where his wound had been, and everything was beautiful. Everything was beyond that...it was...celestial!

And then the smell.

It lit the sparks of the vampire inside of him, and the thirst scorched his throat like he was trying to swallow a knife. He was, like any newborn, starving.

He had caught the scent of a large man. Powerful by all human standards. But not, of course, by Carlisle's. He yanked the man around like a ragdoll with one hand, watching the human thrash like an animal. And suddenly the newborn saw the human as such. Simple prey. Food. Nothing more.

He froze as soon as Carlisle's fangs hit his jugular. And then there came the sounds of voluptuous sucking. He tugged and tore with his mouth muscles, making the blood run fast and hard. It filled the newborn up, made him stronger a blemish in the tissue.


first draft: 10-11-08

revisions: 1-4-10 & 6-25-12