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Chapter 1: Carlisle.

"How longs it been Carlisle?" I sighed heavily before answering my wife's question.

"Just over two months." I replied wearily.

Ever since we'd moved to Ithaca and left Bella behind over two years ago to live a full and happy human life, at Edwards request the family had fallen apart. Two weeks after moving here Rose and Emmett had left to travel round Europe, treating it as yet another honeymoon. Emmett didn't want to leave so soon after moving, if fact he didn't want to leave Bella behind at all, but Rosalie hated the fact we'd had to move over some 'stupid human girl' and the fact Edward was upset about it but the fact was that she just didn't understand. Emmett had tried to talk to her but she was adamant that they were leaving and if he knew what was good for him he would follow. So he did.

Alice and Jasper followed some months later. At first Jasper was determined to fight his bloodlust since the incident at Bella's birthday party, after all, in his own words, it is his fault they'd had to move, it is his fault that Edward is suffering. Of course I didn't blame him, none of us did. But nevertheless he enrolled at college to study Philosophy. He spent as much time around humans as possible and Alice, of course, helped him. However Edwards constant misery started to grind him down and even I could tell he was suffering so he and Alice left to Missizippi to see if they could find out any more information on Alice's human past. From what I'd heard they had found the 'where's' but not they 'why's'.

They called, of course, and came home for Christmas and any other special occasions we might have but it wasn't the same and it was hurting Esme deeply.

I could see it in her eyes every time the phone line went dead or they door shut on their way out, she'd grip onto me with force for hours, sobs wenching through her body, her eyes sore and my shirt dry from tears she'd never shed. She threw herself into restoring the historic house we'd purchased. It used to be a hobby, something she'd do with a smile and light in her eyes, now it was a distraction, an escape, something she'd do with utter concentration etched on her beautiful face. Anything to stop her thinking about everything we had lost.

I, had of course, took my wife's course of action and threw myself into my work at Ithaca's hospital, studying new diseases, new cure's and treatments, spending more time in surgery, treating new patients and doing as many hours as I could without arising any suspicion. Even at home, I'd lock myself in my study for hours and continue working. It didn't change anything however, everything I'd worked so had to build, a loving, caring, happy family, was falling to its death around my feet and there was nothing I could do about it.

No one, however, was suffering as much as Edward was. He was in all sense's of the word Catonic. He lived in a vegetable-like state, scrunched up in a ball on his side in his bed. Never speaking, never blinking, never moving. We had to force him to hunt otherwise he'd lie there for months, maybe even years if we let him. His eyes would so black it was haunting and scary. He would hunt alone also, he would refuse to go with anyone else. He said he deserved no less then hell for what he had done. No amount of comfort from me or anyone else changed his mind. He didn't look like Edward, he was a shell of my son, my first born and I hated it, I felt so useless, so incapable of doing anything because I knew I could not help him. The only person who could he refused to go and see.

"He needs to hunt, two months is too long." My wife's distraught voice brought me from my thoughts. "Please Carlisle, please talk to him."

"Of course sweetheart." I kissed the top of her head as I stood up, lingering there as I spoke again. "I'll fix this. I promise you, I'll fix this." That was a vow I'd do anything to keep.

I opened Edwards bedroom door to be met, yet again, by darkness. This was how he always kept his room now. There was no light in his life so why should there be any in his room? I remember him saying. I sighed before heading over to the bed where my son lay.

"Edward son." My words were choked. I swallowed, trying to keep composure, seeing him, my son, in this state, made my heart break. I got no response, he didn't even move let alone blink. I placed my hand on his shoulder gently and felt as he jumped in surprise, his unfocused black eyes focused on my face, his brow creased as if he didn't know who I was.

"Son? It's me, Carlisle. Son you need to hunt, its been months." My voice carried this soft tone as if I was soothing a young child. It took longer then normal to recognise what I was saying before comprehension shone is his empty eyes. That's what thirst does to you see, it makes you weak and the more you go without blood the weaker you get.

"I could." I swallowed again. "I could, come with you." Pause. "If you'd like." I wanted him to say yes, I wanted him to run along side me, like he used to do, I wanted him to talk to me like he used to. I wanted him to be who he used to be. But just like I knew deep down, he shook his head and moved to get up, I took my hand off his shoulder and moved out of the way. I watched as his weak frame struggled to get up from his bed, i could hear his weakeed joints pop as they moved, and jump out of his two storey high bedroom window. I watched as his normally fast form ran at slow speed into the forest. I sighed.

"I promise I will fix this." But how?.

It was time for a family meeting.

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