Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters in it. sobs

A/N: I haven't seen many Carlisle stories on here so I thought that I might as well give it a try. Don't be afraid to tell me if you hate it, I can take it. But be honest people.

This chapter is basically just fluff that you all need to know. Okay, I think you'll rather read, so I'll shut up.


Chicago 1918

It was another busy night at the hospital. The Spanish Influenza was claiming all the lives of my patients and was the worst disease I've ever seen in my 270-odd years. It was spreading so quickly, and so many were dying. Not only that, there was no cure or medicine for it. I've never felt so helpless.

I had to get home soon. The sky was getting light again, signaling sunrise. But I didn't want to leave. If I wouldn't have exposed myself, I would've stayed all day. I hated to tear myself from my suffering and dying patients, but it had to be done.

I hastily went to my locker to drop off my robe and stethoscope. (A/N: I know that they didn't have lockers back then, but pretend that they did) Then, I walked out of the hospital at a swift human pace. My small, cozy 2-story house was about ten miles out of the city, surrounded by small woods teeming with wildlife. Many thought the area was dangerous because of bears and the sort. But it was perfect for me if I needed to get out for a quick hunt. I knew for a fact that no one knew exactly where I lived, because I secretly made up a invalid address on my papers when I moved to Chicago.

I was nearing the outskirts of Chicago. I knew that when I completely left the skyscrapers of Chicago and entered the woods that I would be able to abandon my human charade and move at my normal pace - running. The sun was itching above the horizon and lighting the world slowly. It was getting light, but not enough to trigger the abnormal reactions of my skin. It was a race between me and the sun.

I barely made it into the woods just as the sun finally rose completely over the horizon. If I had waited a mere second longer, my skin would have reacted.

Disaster diverted, I thought and sighed with relief as I moved to my full pace and ran the rest of the way home. After stopping to drain a deer, I felt much better. I approached my house at a slow human jog. A beautiful yet cozy log cabin came into view. The trees complimented the house beautifully with its fall leaves which were various shades of red, yellow and green. A railed front porch faced the north with a simple wood rocker and few steps leading up to it. It looked plain on the outside with an dark wood for the logs and a light brown shingles on the roof.

It was a different story on the inside and I absolutely loved it. When you turn the door and enter, you instantly feel right at home. A stone fireplace and a beautiful painting flanked by two green armchairs and lamps behind them occupied the whole east wall. A small table rested right in the middle with a genuine bearskin rug (it was from a bear that I had hunted) that ran underneath. It had a square piece of white lace and a vase of colorful flowers rested on top. It also hinted that I lived alone.

When you walk across the threshold from the front door, you enter my office on the south end of the house. It held a simple wood desk scattered with medicines, papers, pencils, and other random objects. A simple wood chair sat behind the desk with two cushion chairs in front. The walls, however, was full of paintings and/or pictures describing my history or in other words, my long life.

Coming out of the office, if you turned left, you ended up on the west side of the house which held the kitchen. The kitchen was a prop of course, but guests would've be suspicious if I had no kitchen. In it was a stove that was modern at this time, an small island with shelves and drawers on the sides, a sink in the corner, a wood floor, cabinets, accessories, and my favorite part was the light fixture that I had created. The light fixture was made up of candles intermingled with antlers from deer that I had hunted. It was very natural and pretty. Also, there was a side door leading out to the west side of the yard from the kitchen.

Walking straight out of the kitchen and crossing the threshold and through the hall, you came to the wood spiral staircase in the southeast part of the house with the same light fixture from the kitchen hanging from the ceiling. If you walked up these stairs, you got to the loft which basically served as the entire second floor. Immediately to your left, there was a small bedroom.

Entering it, you saw the full-sized bed supported by wood all the way around. The comforter was of a material that constantly reminded me of the Native Americans. Looking up on the wall, you saw a mounted deer which was of course hunted by me. I was particularly fond of deer. They were easy to hunt and didn't put up much of a struggle.

But anyway, back to the tour. A window and a wood end table with a kerosene lamp completed the bedroom. Coming out of the bedroom, right across the hall there was a bathroom with a simple shower, sink and toilet which was a prop, of course.


The next evening, I was out the door as soon as night fell. I ran until the woods ended then I maintained an swift human pace. I was anxious to get back to my patients, I didn't care if the pedestrians thought I was crazy for I was running - at a human pace of course. My patients needed me.

I finally reached the hospital. I walked swiftly to my locker for my stethoscope and my doctor's jacket. I was putting on my jacket as I walked up to the nurse's station and asked in my most non-threatening voice,

"Any new patients for me, Nurse?"

The nurse looked up, startled. She had not heard me approach.

"Give me a moment," She looked through the files on her desk. "Yes, Dr. Cullen. An Mrs. Elizabeth and Mr. Edward Mason," she replied in a shaky voice still recovering from the accidental scare I gave her. I felt bad for her, her heart was racing.

"Thank you, Nurse." I walked away from her and focused on my new patients. The Masons, huh. They were a fairly rich family in the city. Mrs. Elizabeth was a beautiful and compassionate mother and lady. She recently became a widow for her husband died due to the influenza. Her son, Edward, was an handsome and an extremely polite gentleman. If he lived, he would do great things and earn the love of a great woman. (Foreshadowing, people!)

Today would be a busy day. I would give everything I had to save these two people, no matter the cost or consequence.


Good, bad, so-so? I know that this was an boring chapter especially with Carlisle's house, but I felt that you should know what his house looks like. Not only that, but the pictures are on my profile! I modeled these rooms after these pictures. Hope that gives you a good picture as to what the house looks like.

Please review! I gotta have five reviews for the next update.

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