THIS IS A EDWARD AND CARLISLE SPANKING FANFIC, IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEN DON'T READ. IT'S SET A FEW YEARS AFTER EDWARD CHANGES INTO A VAMPIRE. ROUGHLY AROUND 1920 TO ME IT SEEMS LIKE EDWARD'S GIFT WOULD BECOME OVERBEARING AT SOMETIMES AND INSTEAD OF EDWARD OPENING UP TO CARLISLE ABOUT HIS PROBLEM, HE DECIDES TO TAKE THE MATTER INTO HIS OWN HANDS, ULTIMATELY MAKING A RASH DECISION AND WHEN CARLISLE FINDS OUT HE IS ANGRY BUT MORE SO DISAPPOINTED AT EDWARD. THIS CONTAINS SPANKING JUST SO YOU KNOW ANYWAY THANKS A TON TO ICUL8ER SHES AN AMAZING BETA!
(THERE ARE SOME MAJOR PROBLEMS WITH THE WEB SIGHT INCLUDING PUBLISHING NEW STORIES AND UPDATING NEW CHAPS SO IT MIGHT TAKE A WHILE FOR ME TO CONTINUE THIS UNTIL THESE PROBLEMS ARE FIXED)
Edward's POV
"Are you sure that you're ready for this?" Carlisle asked for probably the hundredth time today. I rolled my eyes and straightened the tie underneath my jacket, checking over my appearance in the mirror before turning around to face him, a smile on my face to hide my dread as; I did my best to calm his nonstop fretting.
"Yes, Carlisle, I'll be fine, stop worrying so much." I replied, grabbing my satchel as I headed out the door with Carlisle trailing behind me. Once outside, we made our way over to the car. Sluggishly, I climbed into the passenger seat. I swear that I could have walked human pace to our destination and still gotten there faster than we did in that old car. At any rate, we ignored the speed limit, pushing the vehicle as fast as it would go.
I couldn't even get a moment of peace and quiet before the lecture started again.
"Remember, Edward, you have to be very careful once you get there. You've passed your newborn stages, but that doesn't mean your blood lust has diminished. Make sure to hold your breath if the scent becomes too overwhelming and if need be, leave the room immediately. I want you to promise me that you'll take all the precautions you can."
I paid little attention to his warnings, knowing his instructions all too well; having heard them so many times that I now could have recited them by heart. "I will, Carlisle." Was my monotonous reply, as I gazed out of the window. The stormy and dark gray overcast doing little to brighten my mood.
"Believe me, I understand that this will be difficult for you, but I have faith that you will do just fine." Carlisle said reassuringly. I nodded my head, enjoying the few minutes of silence; grateful that Carlisle seemed to notice I wasn't in the mood to make idle conversation.
"Here we are." Carlisle stated, as the car drove onto the gravel path, bringing us to the bright yellow, cheerfully decorated purgatory, i.e. my personal hell; an utter and complete waste of time. School.
With a deep sigh I got out of the car, glancing up at the building in distaste. Why my coven leader had chosen to enroll me in such a hell on earth I'll never understand. No matter how many times I tried to dissuade him from doing so, he refused to listen to my pleading.
I had whined, yelled, argued and resulted in using the silent treatment, in hopes that Carlisle would come to his senses and realize that I didn't want or need to go to school. Finally, he relented, saying that in a few days time I would be begging to go.
I scoffed, saying that he was wrong and turned back to my piano, back then I was completely overjoyed, smug that I had gotten my way.
A few days later, it turned out that he was right. I had read nearly every single book in Carlisle's office, even resulting in my Fathers medical documents for something to read, hoping to occupy my mind. Dozens of journals were scattered around my room. My writing so dark it would give someone like Edgar Allen Poe a run for his money. Finally, after being cooped up in the house for all end of eternity, I was nearly insane with boredom, and as soon as Carlisle returned from his shift at the hospital I murmured under my breath that school probably wouldn't be so bad after all.
And so here I was, instantly regretting my choice. Seeming to sense my sudden discomfort, Carlisle placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a small smile. "I can tell that you're nervous, but you'll be fine, Son."
I nodded my head weakly, my stomach clenching in anticipation as I continued to stare up at the building, making no effort to move. "Do you want me to go in with you?" He asked concerned.
"No!" I yelled immediately. I was seventeen years old, I didn't need to be escorted inside by my Father much like a child would have. The very thought alone was mortifying. However, seeing the frown on Carlisle's face at my rudeness, I automatically backpedaled. "I mean, no thank you...I'll be alright, Carlisle." I replied taking a tentative step toward the schoolhouse, securely grasping my book bag in my hand.
"Okay then. I'll see you at home." Carlisle said, swiftly entering the car and turning it on; not wanting to be late for work. "Behave yourself, Edward." He ordered, and then left.
I slowly walked up to the door of the school, taking a deep breath as I opened the door. And that's when it hit me. It was not the blood lust that sent me into a nearly neurotic craze, nor the beating hearts that echoed throughout the room, not even the flush of blood as it pulsed against their veins. No, it was the noise which had caught me off guard. The load deafening clamor of hundreds of thoughts that now echoed in my head.
I wanted, no, I needed for it to stop. I blocked my ears with both hand attempting to rid the voices of my head. Thinking was impossible; concentrating was an even more futile attempt.
"You must be Edward Cullen, Carlisle's son." A women's voice rang out, it took me a while to realize that someone had spoke aloud, and not in my head.
I looked up, forcing away the grimace that plagued my face and replaced it with a smile. "Yes." I replied, watching as the whole classroom filled with children of different ages turned to stare at me with inquisitive eyes. Didn't anyone ever tell them it was rude to stare? I thought bitterly to myself as I shifted around uncertainly, not sure of what to do.
"I'm told you moved here from Chicago; is that true?" The large middle age teacher asked as she peered down from her glasses at me. "Yes ma'am" I responded, wincing as a bombard of questions flooded throughout my mind.
I wonder how old he is?
He's so handsome; no doubt he's already taken.
A new student... he seems nice maybe I'll talk to him later.
He's perfect.
I hope he'll want to be on our baseball team, we need more players.
It took all I had not to scream at the boys and girls in the room to shut up. "Well don't just stand there. Introduce yourself." The teacher said, seeming as if her sole purpose in life was to make my life more miserable than it already was. I cleared my throat and glanced around the room nervously. "Um my name is Edward Cullen. I moved here a few months ago and I live with my Father, who works at the hospital. I'm seventeen years old and_"
"What happened to your mother?" A small boy no older than six or seven asked. I glared at him frostily. "She died." I answered back harshly, my parents death was something I refused to talk about, not even with Carlisle, let alone a room full of strangers.
"How did she_"
"Ronald that's enough." The teacher barked, effectively ending the boy's question.
She smiled warmly at me and gestured over to a row of empty desks in the front of the class. "I'm sorry for your loss, but I know for a fact that you Father is a good man as well as an excellent Doctor. My daughter came in with a sprained ankle and he fixed it up in no time." She recalled with a smile. "We're very lucky to have him and you here."
I sat down at the desk suppressing a sigh as I glanced at a clock on the wall, chanting to myself that there were only eight more agonizing hours to go.
"_Now if you need any help at all, make sure to tell me. Right now we're learning basic arithmetic so I'm sure you'll follow along just fine." She exclaimed, a smile never leaving her face as she turned to the blackboard and began to write down addition problems.
I pulled out a piece of paper and started copying what was written on the board. The never ending comments and questions kept harassing my mind. I wondered briefly if this was some kind of cruel trick God was playing on me; as if losing my parents wasn't hard enough, I was now to be tortured by hearing everyone's thoughts within a five mile radius's; never getting a single moment of peace to myself.
I have often wondered if it was possible for a Vampire to go mad. Minutes passed by slowly much to my dismay. I couldn't concentrate at all seeing as the voices wouldn't allow me to, it took everything I had not to show my discomfort.
A bell rang and the stampede of students ran out the door. I stared after them in shock wondering what had happened. "It's lunchtime." Mrs. Goodman explained.
I grimaced and nodded my head in understanding as I slowly crept outside the door. The younger children ran around chasing each other, playing on swings, jumping rope, keeping themselves entertained. Most of the kids my age where talking amongst themselves, the girls huddled around each other giggling and laughing, the boys running each other over struggling to get the ball for their team.
I examined the scene, knowing I had no interest to partake in any of the activities; I then slumped down against the wall of the building and pulled out a novel from my knapsack, opening it to a poem by Hemingway; losing myself in his words.
It wasn't long until my alone time went uninterrupted. "Didn't you bring something to eat?" Someone asked. I looked up quickly, only to see the boy who was interested with my Mother's death, Ronald.
"No. I'm not hungry." I replied, wanting to brush the boy off, hoping that he would just go away. Instead he sat down next to me, holding up an apple. "I was going to save it for later, but I felt bad that you didn't have anything to eat." He said. When I declined, he persisted and I had no choice but to take a bite from the nauseating fruit, nearly spitting it out.
"Thanks." I murmured sarcastically, although the boy didn't notice the difference. He chattered on all about himself, giving me an autobiography of the details of his mundane life that I couldn't care less about. In the middle of a rather long story he was telling me about his cat named Roger, the bell rang signaling for us to go back inside. I hurried into the schoolhouse, welcoming the work that was assigned as opposed to the talkative little boy, the assignments did little to distract me from the noises but it was some comfort.
I would gladly take the all too easy work than engage in a conversation any day.
Finally, after hours of torment, it was time to go. I darted up from my seat and walked swiftly to the exit. Thankful that I had missed the classmates plan to ambush me and ask me there many questions. Although my gift had been a curse for most of the day, I'll admit it had some advantages.
Once out of sight I ran full vampire speed home. Running helped me clear my head as I tried to forget all of the memories from school that day. I absolutely loathed Carlisle for making me go here. I swore to myself that I would never return there again.
Storming inside the house, I entered my room as fast as I could; my piano beckoning to me. This had to have been the longest I've ever gone without touching it and I desperately missed it.
I let all my frustration pour out into the music that I quickly composed. Mostly my hatred for this life, I hadn't asked for any of this. The endless slaughtering of animals to quench my lust for blood, the ability to read other thoughts, the days and days that passed by meant no meaning to me. Living forever meant nothing to me when there was nothing to look forward to.
Under frustration I pounded so hard on the keys, almost too hard to permanently damage the piano. I looked up in surprise, too involved with my music to notice that I had an audience.
"Rough day?" Carlisle asked, watching me from the doorway a suspicious expression in his face. I glanced down studying the hardwood flooring, a little embarrassed. "Yeah..." I trailed off, not sure whether to tell him what had happened at school, about the issue with my 'gift'.
Finally deciding not to, I didn't want to complain to him about my burden. I would handle it alone.
"How did school go?" Carlisle asked, sitting down on the couch set inside the room. I sighed, forcing a smile on my face. "Fine." I said turning back to my music. "Are you sure?" He asked. "I mean with your gift and all I understand if it might have been hard for you."
Why is it that he can always tell when I'm lying?I murmured silently to myself. Probably fathers intuition or something like that. "Nope, I was able to turn off the thoughts like a light switch. No problem at all." I said, doing my best to convince him, praying that he would just leave me alone.
I knew Carlisle didn't buy my response, but he shrugged nevertheless and told me that he was proud of me. "I'm sure things will get easier tomorrow." He reassured before getting up to leave, making his way into his office.
I smiled to myself, agreeing with his statement wholeheartedly, because tomorrow I would not be going to school.
AND SO THAT'S THE END OF CHAPTER ONE WOW THIS TOOK FOREVER. I APOLOGIZE IF IT'S SLOW BUT I PROMISE IT'LL PICK UP SOON, ANYWAY IF YOU WANT TO READ MORE THEN PLZ PLZ PLZ REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!
