Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

This story belongs to me.


Prologue


"CLEAR"

The man shouted as he placed the defibrillator on the woman's chest. There was a lot of blood flowing from the side of her stomach and the doctors were trying to keep her alive long enough to take the bullet from her wound. I was pacing back and forth like a mad man. All hell had broken loose, this was my fault, I should have never brought her into my life, my line of work, everything was crumbling right before my eyes.

Whatever was in my hand I threw it, just so happened to be a mug full of coffee,assuming Alice had given it to me, I don't recall this even happening.

"FOR HEAVEN SAKES YOU ALL WENT TO SCHOOL FOR THIS SHIT! I DIDN'T FUCKING PAY YOU THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS TO SIT ON YOUR ASS AND NOT BE ABLE TO BRING MY OLDLADY BACK"

All I could see was red now, I picked up a lamp, tossing it at the nurse, lucky for her ducked in time. The lamp shattered against the wall, I knew E would be upset if she saw me do this.

The nurses were scared for their lives, they help the doctors whose brows were sweating for being under pressure. Alice came racing in as she looked at me,

"CARLISLE FUCKING CULLEN, I LEAVE YOU FOR 5 MINUTES TO GRAB YOU SOMETHING TO EAT AND YOU'RE RANTING LIKE A MAD MAN! IF YOU DON'T SIT YOUR SPOILED LITTLE ASS DOWN RIGHT IN THAT SIT I WILL SHOVE MY FOOT UP YOUR ASS!"

She paused for a moment and pointed to the hospital chair before yelling at me once more.

"SO HELP ME GOD I WILL SHOOT YOU IN THE KNEE CAP SO THAT ALL YOU CAN DO IS SIT ON THAT FAT ASS OF YOURS. WE HAVE A FUCKING LONG DAY TO RIDE THIS OUT YOU HEAR ME? AND I CAN ALMOST PROMISE YOU THAT SHE WILL BE MORE THAN PISSED TO FIND OUT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME AND THAT I HAD TO SHOOT YOU!"

In theory when a man saw a woman like Alice with the height of 5'3 and the weight of 110 pounds, he would think she couldn't harm a fly, but boy did she give me a run for my money when we first met.

I had found her about 3 years ago at a night club that I had recently opened and owned. This of course was before E came along.

That night I saw the pixie like little lady, dancing by herself on the dance floor, I swoop in for the kill, but was shut down real quick by Alice.

That had never happened to me before, but I like the challenge. For about a week I tried courting her, yes that's right courting her, but she wouldn't budge. Instead she turned things around put me on the spot.

At that time Alice was a writer for Chicago times and said she was doing a piece on me and that she had didn't have no problem writing an article saying I was a woman user, that prey on woman in the clubs.

Of course I was not going to have that article get printed so instead I offered her a job as my assistant to shut her up. I doubled the pay she was getting and said I would pay off all her school loans and whatever she wanted I would get it no questions asked.

That was one of the many reasons I like Alice, she didn't take any of my crap and knew when to put me in my place. Second she also was an immortal like myself and I could trust her in my line of work without having to tell her who and what I really was.

With Aro as my partner he opened the club for other immortals such as himself to meet others clans. Not many vampires were known in Chicago.

As far as I knew there was only Aro family and the Denail family. Aro and I were good friends more like brothers, but I wouldn't hesitate to put Aro in his place even if he was an elder of mines.

Aro is the head of the families in Italy, where I reside in Chicago and work from here.

Alice was on the dance floor swaying her hips side to side as my eyes lingered over her petite body. She was skinny and short, but fuck did she have an apple bottom with tits of the size of watermelon. Her brown hair flowing over her shoulders as she moved her head to the beat of the music in her stripper like stilettos. She wore a bright pink dress that snug to her body like it was a second skin, as her eyes sparkled with lust. All the men stared at her sending her drinks as she refused them all. I being the cocky mother fucker didn't bother sending her the drink but instead walked to her and held a drink out to her.

"No thanks, I don't drink"

She smiled with her pearly white teeth as her body moved to the beat.

"CARLISLE ARE YOU STARING AT MY FUCKING TITS AGAIN?"

Alice shouted as she smacks me in the face with her coach clutch purse, I was knocked back in the present time forgetting that long lost memory.

"Awe fuck Alice why the hell did you do that for?"

I grab my jaw as I relocated it from the hard impact.

Alice lowered her voice as the people started to look at us in the waiting room.

"Eis on her death bed and you're looking at my voluptuous tits, and don't think I won't tell her and you're in deep shit."

I chuckled softly as I heard her speak. I knew she wasn't joking either, but getting in trouble was least of my worries right now.

E safety was my top priority right now.

I stood up as I just shook my head at Alice and walk into the ER room as the security protest and told me I couldn't go back there.

"Just shut your fat rent a cop ass down, I'm going to see my lady."

The security didn't say anything but watch me walk in to see my woman, the cop walk to his post and sat back down with a look of anger, but knew better than to piss me off.

As I walk down the hall I could hear her heart beat softly, even though we were far apart, I would recognize her heart beat anywhere. After all her heart tune was my favorite to listen to, it calmed me down.

E's heart beat was soft as if she was barely holding on to life.

I could only hear her heart beat even though hundreds of humans were in that very building, she was my soul, my mate, I wouldn't know what I would do if she were to die this night.

I was beating myself for not turning her like she wanted me to, if I had turned her the night she asked, we wouldn't have been in the predicament we were in now.

"Hold on E, We can do this."

I stood outside her door, the curtains closing, the doctors yet again performing another procedure. My hand on the glass, we were in for a bumpy ride.