OOC TIME FOLKS. Okay, I seemed to have overlooked some major detailing about Carlisle's past, and I feel like an idiot. He was 'born' into being a vampire in the sixteen-forty somethings.... D: THEREfor, I am going to just make things how I want to make them. Let's just put Carlisle in modern times... Sort of have the story line to everything the same, only starting it all at a later time. That way I won't screw up anymore. Dx gawd.

Everyone knew that vampires weren't real. Just like everyone knew that man would never walk on the moon. That a US president would never be assassinated. That a man couldn't get pregnant.

Every one of those theories was shot down. All except for one. And of all people to disprove it... why me?

"Emelie?"

My eyes opened to the familiar sound of my name on someones tongue. I was in great pain.. God, never had I thought that falling that far would hurt that much. My vision blurred only

slightly as I stared up to the male looming above me.

"Emelie! You're alive.."

I sighed loudly, then groaned loudly. My head hurt, it throbbed.. I felt a cool hand graze my face, then two other hands lift my body from the dirt floor of the forest. As I was on my feet, I

sighed deeply again, gripping my temples and closing my eyes. There was nothing more exhilarating than falling a few dozen feet out of a tree.

Isaac Lawson, my boyfriend at the time wrapped his arms around me gently, and my best friend, Terra Dahmor smiled over his shoulder.

Since that day, I got headaches. And these weren't just headaches; they were massive joints of pain that jolted my body and shook me to the core. The headaches had gotten so bad,

once, I contemplated suicide. Okay maybe not.. But the one thing that the headaches did do, was make me have frequent blackouts. I would wake up to a whole hour or so of my life

being gone.

Then, after the years that had passed since I fell out of that tree, I found someone, or something, rather, that made me smile again.. that made me happy.

I sat on a Tuesday night, on a park bench outside of a bar. I sat there, usually in the darkest of moods, hoping for someone to come along and sweep me off of my feet.. But tonight, I sat

with my age-old friend Terra. We hadn't kept much contact since our younger teen years, but now, she was back with a vengeance to tell me about her life. I was smiling again.

"So you and Isaac, huh?" I asked, briefly amused at the idea of the two.

"Yes ma'am! We've been married for two years," she said. "And I brought wedding pictures, too!"

Terra looked blissfully happy as she pulled the pictures from her purse. Sure, we were still young. I was seventeen, she was sixteen. She married the now twenty year old Isaac Lawson.

Young. Ridiculously young. We were still so young and innocent.. even now.. And she was married. Married. To Isaac. My Isaac.. The Isaac I never was able to get over.

In a plastic baggy, Terra pulled out dozens of pictures of the two. Isaac, with his goofy grin wore a white tux to their wedding, Terra an elegant and beautiful white, strapless dress. She

looked as gorgeous as she ever had, and he just as handsome.

I fought tears.

"Oh you look beautiful!" I told her.

"I know! Thanks!"

I felt like breaking off to murder this girl. She was always so arrogant.. and I always loved her to death. I mean, she was beautiful and amazing. I just never liked the bragging. It just

made me feel smaller and less significant.

"And look at how good Isaac looks.."

I looked off into the distance for a moment. I didn't want to see how happy the two of them were anymore.

Looking back to Terra I suddenly gasped out loudly and Terra looked at me in fear. Suddenly there was a man snarling viciously, covered in blood on top of her. He snarled at me as I

screamed and backed away. He ripped Terra's throat open and it was over. I ran.

I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, being sure to move toward the general populous area rather than away. Before I could enter the building before me, I was attacked from behind.

"No!" I screamed loudly.

I looked up and I fought, but it was senseless, as he was on top of me and I was on my stomach. I tried screaming, but his iron grip prevented me from doing much of anything. I didn't

know what was happening anymore. I cried out as I felt something sharp sink into my flesh.

He snarled again and his weight was off of my body. I rolled onto my back, my eyes searching rapidly. Soon enough I spotted my assailant. He was blond, pale.. his eyes were blood red.

He looked at me as though I were his meal.. but he just sat there. He was crying, his fists clenched in front of his face as he stared at me in horror.

There we sat, the both of us, for the longest time. It felt like forever had passed, but it couldn't have been anymore than two minutes. I cried, he cried... we stared at each other. He still

looked at me as if I were food. And for a moment, I saw it. It was remorse. He began to back away from me slowly... Then, just like before, that vicious look returned to his eyes. He ran.

With lightening speed.

And there I sat now, by myself. I gathered the courage to call the police finally, and like everyone else I filed a police report. Only.. I lied. I lied. The policeman wouldn't have believed me

anyway! I mean, it's not like they get reports everyday from people saying that they watched their best friend get their head ripped off by a man. With his teeth. I myself couldn't believe

it... so what would make me think that they would? The police report read that I watched my friend decapitated by a knife, and an older, dark haired gentleman with a mask on. That was

sure to throw them off. I was able to pull my lies out one after another easily. Very easily.

That night (with the police chiefs permission) I slept in one of the holding cells. I no longer felt safe in the comfort of my one bedroom apartment home. I was not about to sit there and

allow myself to be murdered like I had Terra, God, poor Terra. It took hours for the reality of her death to sink in.. She was gone. A man was going to cry tonight, a man who had a wife

that he loved. A young, beautiful wife had been slaughtered, and she was his.

Curled up in the bed of the holding cell I cried. I cried so much and so little all at once. I talked to myself and pretended that it was all a dream. I would wake up in my bed to the soft

sound of birds outside of my window and would lean over and pick up the phone. I would call Terra and hear her sparkling cute voice and make plans for lunch. Everything would be okay

again.

"Miss Barnet?"

I opened my now bloodshot eyes and glanced to the cell door. It was the deputy, smiling gently with two mugs of steaming coffee in his hands. He looked about to be in his forties,

probably had a family or two of his own.. He looked kind and gentle.

"Coffee?" He asked me in the sweetest voice. I wiped my face before smiling only a little and nodding. A man who seemed this kind deserved a smile or two.

Into my cell he waltzed with a smile. He closed the door to the cell, being sure to leave it unlocked before he sat down on the bed next to me.

"Here we are," he cooed, handing me the mug, then rubbing my back. "I can make you some hot chocolate, too, if you'd like?" This time I shook my head. I responded, "No thank you."

After a few moments of quiet, I suppose he decided that he needed to do something fast!

"What say you about playing a board game?" He asked me with that silly grin. I blinked. Was he being serious?

"Oh, well..." I couldn't exactly find words that would express a kind answer toward him.

"Not the board game type?"

I shook my head and took another sip of my coffee. "Well, what a bummer," he said, pulling gently at the whispers on his chin. "We'll have to think of something else then. Can't have you

mopin' round here all night. Breaks my heart it does." I gave him silence still. I just... I couldn't find anything to say at a time like this. It was hard to think straight when you were thinking

about the man who killed your best friend..