The Never Ending Night
DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight, and all the characters.
WARNING: This discipline fiction involves spanking. If you do not like, then click another link on your browser and find something you do. This story is for those that like the angst, love, and comfort that comes with being bad and finding forgiveness. Please do not read if you find such things offensive.
Spoiler Alert: Based on the books and refers to important events and details from them. The first chapter reveals series spoilers, so please do not read this until after reading Stephenie Meyer's books.
Timeline: The story assumes Renesmee is close to five. She is not present in any of the scenes that either speak of or deal with spanking. Her physical age is twelve.
Point of View: The entire narrative is from Carlisle's POV in a first person perspective.
Chapter 1: Football Travesty
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Vivid colour photos and real-estate brochures littered my desk; as I sat back contemplating our next destination. I never looked forward to these necessary moves. Few would believe me any older than thirty-five, and my children themselves have out aged their appearances. Renesmee is the only one who looked older than she was. My dear innocent Granddaughter had no idea the complexities she brought to this decision with her imprinting.
I have little doubt that Jacob will become the leader of his people, and she being half vampire will stay forever at his side. Neither will age past seventeen. He will forever remain the same age, because with her presence, a vampire will always be near and he will stay forever with his wolf abilities. I am very curious to see what the future holds for our dear Renesmee and her Jacob. This brings me back to our current situation. We cannot stay in Forks.
A loud clap of thunder drew my attention to the wall of glass, but oddly enough, it did not seem as a storm was in the area. That did not bode well. I rose quickly from my chair, and made my way through the study when a loud growl caused me to quicken my step. I flew through the door, down the stairs and out into the yard intending to stop whatever foolishness my boys had gotten into. Of course, it was them, as most physical confrontations were not the result of my daughters.
The sight before me was one of chaos. Alice sat upon the ground with a football at her side. Esme stood before Emmett with a hand pushed against his chest, and called out behind her to Edward and Jasper. My eyes widened in horror as I saw Jasper break from Edward's grasp and throw my firstborn to the ground. With an inhumanely loud growl, Jasper charged Esme.
I moved quickly to engage, but I arrived too late. The young man plowed through Esme, and roughly threw her to the ground. He then lunged viciously towards Emmett. Edward rose quickly and ran to his mother's side. He must have read my thoughts, as the path he chose to Esme never crossed my own.
Jasper failed to reach his destination. I crouched low with a deep growl emanating from my chest, as I tackled him to the ground. He injured my wife! I entered a hyper protective state, and fumed in outrage. We have an instinctive urge to defend our mate. This can create in us a violent blood lust, and drive away our sanity. I have long acquired the ability to control myself despite emotional upheavals such as anger and rage. Tonight was a test. Jasper's empathic ability enabled him to project his rage to me, and his siblings. The extra rage mixed with my own created an internal chaos within me, and tested my restraint.
A boot kicked out against my stomach trying to dislodge my hold. Fury enraged me as I viciously attacked Jasper with a punch at his side. This young soldier would pay for what he did to my Esme! My rage grew in intensity, as did his own. It would seem that we were feeding one another through his gift. I raised my hand, and readied for the final assault. One swift swipe at his neck, and it would be over. I hardly noticed the screaming around us, and certainly could not distinguish one sound from the next.
A formidable force crashed against my side, and threw me to the ground. Furiously I turned on my assailant, how dare they! Venom drooled from the side of my mouth, as I gnashed angrily to the large beast pinning me to the ground. Someone dared to challenge me! My vampire nature knew this to be a fight to the death, and I roared furiously to my assailant. One swift kick to his chest, and I shall be free! His head will be mine, and his body shall roast in the fire! Ferocious growls rippled from my chest, as I sought to destroy the unworthy challenger. His arm was close, and he left that unguarded. With an angry hiss, I lurched to his arm, and bit down mightily.
The challenger howled at my attack, and I managed to free my left arm. Now he too shall die! I balled my fist and punched heavily into his chest. His scream of agony pleased me, as I now had the upper hand. I must escape from his grasp! What is this? There are others? I feel not one set of hands, but many as a number of vampires grasp me to help the unworthy challenger. I howled my rage, as I now die by the hands of many.
I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder, and my mind filled with memories and thoughts, which were not mine. There are so many visions playing in my head, that I am unable to form thought. I am unable to move. Everything I know and think is now in these visions. I see memories of a loving family. I am a little girl, and people pick me up. Someone sings to me, and they love me. They feed me. So many people love me. I sit on the lap of a man with blonde hair, and he tells me stories. I love this man. There is a woman who feeds me cookies, and bakes all the time. She is so nice. I now snuck out of my bed, and I giggle as I watch mom and dad kissing on the couch. Oops, they knew I was there, and now they are both kissing and tickling me!
I find myself giggling, as I squirmed in laughter with the memories of being tickled. Suddenly these visions fade, and another reality immersed me. The same people as before, the ones who I loved in my memories now held me. Emmett pinned me solidly to the ground, and I was unable to move. The pleasing memories vanished from my mind, and reality settled in. I stared up to the concerned face of my mate, as she firmly pressed on my shoulders. I saw Rose's head, as she struggled with my feet and appeared to have pinned them down rather well. Emmett had a firm grip on my arms, and kneeled on my legs. His chest pushed against my torso, and I noted an injury. There was a bite on his right arm. I stared to the mark in horror, as memories flooded my brain.
Standing beside Esme was my five-year-old granddaughter. Renesmee physically looked the age of twelve, and I now realized it was her memories I experienced. "Thank-you" I whispered reverently to her, as she gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before removing her hand. I gazed into the loving face of my wife, and saw fear in her eyes. My mate feared me, and my children looked anxious. My body went limp. Three and a half centuries of fighting my inner beast and today, I failed. I lost the battle, and the vampire nature escaped. I nearly destroyed my family. Venom tears spilled from my now closed eyes. I am unworthy.
I glanced to the side and could see Jasper, as he lay pinned in a similar position. Edward and Bella each struggled with an arm, and attempted to lie on his torso. Alice kneeled by his head, much as Esme did to me. He still struggled, but I could see Renesmee's hand on him. His limbs settled, as her memories took hold. I stared to my granddaughter in wonder. She had my appreciation, as her gift saved my family. I do not deserve to call them mine.
Rose left my feet, and Emmett maintained his hold on me. I gazed to the pile on Jasper, and I noticed Edward's gaze in this direction. Our eyes met, but I averted my gaze. I am unworthy. My son mentioned something, but I no longer listened. Words can never make up for what I did, and I found myself speechless. There was nothing for me to say. I am a monster. Emmett rose from me, and I knew he released me. Venom tears dripped onto my face, and I looked up to see my mate. She was anxious, and I caused this. "Esme," I mentioned with a strained voice, "I am unworthy. I no longer deserve to live." Turning to Emmett I commanded, "You bested me in combat to the death. Renesmee stopped this battle, but the victory is yours. The coven is yours, and you must now kill me."
"Like hell I will," Emmett said as he stood. He glanced to Esme and then back to myself as he mentioned, "you have any idea what mom would do to me? Yeah, so forget it." He paused for a moment as I offered him the coven, and a grin came to his face as he asked, "Seriously, you mean that? I get to tell you what to do?" His gaze snapped to Edward as he grinned and said, "Eddie, we need to talk." Esme gained my quick attention as she scolded our son, and he was quick to hold out the palms of his hands in a show of innocence as he said, "Kidding, ma, I was just kidding. Cool, it's all good."
I felt the tender lips of my mate, as she pressed them firmly against my forehead. Her words were kind, as she whispered for me to rise. I gazed longingly to the face of my mate, and stared into her golden eyes. They held nothing but love. My mind was a fog, as I organized all these thoughts and memories. The vicious beast had many, but none that I recognized. Nessie's memories were not my own, and slowly my mind filtered them out as awareness settled in. With the aid of my wife, I rose from the ground and noticed Rosalie as she ran from the house with a black bag. It took a moment for me to recall where I had seen it before. The memory returned, and I realized it contained medical supplies and I was a Doctor. I am Dr. Carlisle Cullen, and tonight I tried to destroy my family.
These thoughts were too painful, and I found myself shelving them. I was a Doctor, and I focused on that fact alone. I accepted the proffered medical bag, and moved to Emmett. I could not look him in the eye. "May I see your arm," I asked hesitantly, and he surprised me with his trust as he offered his arm without hesitation. I stared to the imprint of my teeth, and found myself swallowing deeply. "I need to clean the wound," I explained, and added, "It will hurt as I must use venom."
The venom from our mouths acts like hot tar does on asphalt. It seals the wound, and allows for a quicker recovery. It has a stinging burn, and Emmett will suffer a great deal of pain. Cleaning the wound was essential, as we needed to remove all possible foreign objects to allow him to heal. I held his arm, and brought the wound to my mouth as my tongue went to work with the cleaning. I reduced the amount of venom on my tongue, to lighten the sting and pain for my son. I gathered venom in my mouth as I completed the cleaning.
Emmett braced himself, as he knew what to expect. I opened my mouth, and pressed the venom into his wound. I held it firmly to seal the injury, and looked to the face of my son as his eyes watered. His hand balled into a fist, and he firmly slammed it into his thigh three times. I averted my gaze from his face, and carefully wrapped the wound. I could not speak; I did not know what to say. Fortunately that was the only injury Emmett suffered, as his chest was little more than a bruise.
"Jasper," Alice called softly as she ran to kneel beside her mate, "I'm alright honey. Everything is fine." She crouched near his head and leaned over to kiss his forehead affectionately as one hand stroked his hair. He craned his neck, and lifted his chin for his wife's affections. I turned to Jasper, as I knew I had injured him as well. I approached him as a Doctor and firmly instructed, "Remove your shirt."
Alice fearfully stepped away from me at the command. I paused a moment to consider her reaction curiously. Jasper complied quickly, and motioned to the area where I had hit him. "Carlisle," he admitted with a bit of fear in his voice, "you didn't break anything, and I'm sure it will heal just fine."
His voice added to my concern. I averted my gaze shamefully, and knew my children feared me. Why do I still call them that? I truly do not deserve them. While these thoughts played at my consciousness, my fingers gingerly moved over the blemished area on his side. How I missed breaking a bone is anyone's guess, but a deep sense of relief filled me at seeing he had not come to harm. "This will heal in a few days," I informed him calmly, as I averted my gaze once more. I could not lift my eyes from the ground as I moved back, and allowed Alice to take over in the comforting of her mate. Fortunately, she did not seem injured in any way.
My attention moved quickly to Esme, but comfort was not what I received. Her eyes I had only admired moments ago now hardened to me in anger. My children stared at me with expressions that ranged from shock to fear. I took a step toward Bella and Renesmee, but Edward stood in my way as mother ushered her young teen toward the home. I assumed Bella did not wish Renesmee to witness the fallout. I deserved the reactions of my family, and knew that I must leave.
Memories of my rage flooded my mind. I was terrifying, and acted completely out of control. I fell to my knees clinging to what remained of my sanity. I had attempted to kill my sons! Grief overwhelmed me coupled with horror over what I had done. Venom leaked from my eyes and stained my cheeks as I glanced over to my family, and saw the accusation clearly in their gazes. Would they ever forgive me, could I forgive myself?
A calming wave radiated from the man I only minutes ago tried to destroy, and I knew then that at least he had forgiven me. I turned my face to the sky as I screamed in an inhumanly wail. The sound was right, as it was the cry of a well-earned death. That is what I deserved. My actions alarmed me, as did my lack of self-control. How far would I have gone if not for the aid of my family?
Someone faked a cough behind me, and whispered the word, "Hypocrite." I recognized the voice as belonging to my son Emmett. The disconcerting thing is that nobody seemed to disagree. I certainly could not. Violence against family members was a steadfast rule that I held each member of my family accountable to, no matter the situation. There were no exceptions, and punishments were harsh to avoid future reoccurrence. We are a loving family, but we are also a coven of vampires who constantly battled ourselves to control and contain our violent natures.
My gaze fell to the ground, as I remained kneeling before my family. Their rejection tore me to the core, and my thoughts were chaotic. I stayed inhumanely frozen in that posture for many hours, like a statue. I reached a state of quiet contemplation, and that is where I chose to stay, as I had needed to gather my thoughts. My family recognized this and let me be. They ensured my condition would not be seen or recognized by mortals, as that would bring with it disfavour and possible death from the Volturi. The darkness assisted to keep me hidden. My family headed back into the home once the mortal concerns were no more, but not before offering their patriarch forgiveness. My love for them swelled within me, but my guilt and shame kept me from them.
The moon rose, and the stars blanketed the sky long before I pulled myself from the trance I had embraced earlier. A canvas tent stood discreetly around me. A familiar scent enveloped and enticed me. I began to stir, and rose to my full height before turning to face my mate. She had remained with me the entire time.
Esme inhaled sharply at my movement, and lovingly embraced me. It felt like I had not seen her in centuries, and I stared to her with my dark coal eyes filled with a deep sense of longing. I reached down to cup her beautiful face in the palm of my hands, and guided her to me as our lips touched. A nibble turned into suckling and then an even deeper kiss. I smiled wolfishly, and gave my wife a low grow of appreciation. She is a beautiful woman. Her ability to love passionately outshone her gorgeous exterior, making me the luckiest male ever.
Ever so, Slowly Esme pulled away, much to my chagrin. "Carlisle," she stated softly, "there is much to do, and you need to hunt." Her hand reached out to me as she added, "let us be off." What choice had I, but to follow my mate?