carlisle cullens story
hi, this is my second fanfic, ive had this for like a year but i couldnt post it. hope you like it :)
chapter 1- beginning
i am Dr Carlisle Cullen, the only son of an angelican pastor, my mother died giving birth to me, which left my father to look after me, single handedly. it was a tough life. no female influence, just cold hard religion forced upon me . my father preached to the townspeople by day, and led witch hunts by night, often killing innocent humans, he also 'took care' of the catholic rebellions.
" carlisle?" , my father called me one day.
"yes father?" , i replied, poking my head around the door way.
" son, you are going to promise me something." , he stated.
" okay." , i answered, wondering if there was something the matter with him.
"when you are older you are going to lead the witch and vampire hunts throughout london." , he continued.
" father, you know i disagree with that. most of the time the victims are innocent humans. what has brought this on? why can you not lead them? is there something the matter with you?" , i hated the witch hunts that my father conducted, he wanted me to follow his footsteps and be a clergyman. a pastor and a persecuter of the people who believed differently.
" i am growing old carlisle, surely you can see that i am getting weaker with age. you are such a clever young man. work it out." , he said.
" father, i am not yet seventeen, i cannot keep control of a mob of people." , i tried to convince my father.
" dont be simple, my son. i do not mean now! i mean in a few years, when you are trained. you have always been eager to learn, i dont think you will mess this up."
" father..." , i was unhappy about this, but i didnt want to hurt my fathers feelings.
" do you promise me carlisle? do you promise that when the time comes you will take over my raids and other duties as the towns pastor?" , i could not disappoint him.
i sighed, " ok. yes father, i promise that i shall become a clergyman and take over your duties." , i was not happy, but i had promised, and i would be faithful with that promise.
"good boy." , he commented and i left the room.
for the next few years my father trained me to lead witch hunts, i did not enjoy it. often the accused were not witches or vampires, i hated punishment for the sake of punishment. i was so different from my father, sometimes i wondered how we could be related. maybe i was like my mother, i never knew her, so it was possible.