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Willingly, I Take Whatever You Have to Give

Chapter 2 - Our Past

I was a sixteen year-old human girl the first time I saw Carlisle; it was a different time then, back in 1911. Foolishly, I had decided to climb a tree outside my home on a whim. Somehow I lost my bearing and fell from the tree. Carlisle was a local doctor and treated the injury. Luckily there was no bloodshed in my injury, because – and I did not know this then – but Carlisle was a vampire.

He was strikingly gorgeous. I would never forget that first image of the man who would forever become a part of me. His pale, iridescent skin seemed to glisten as his cold hands worked quickly at examining my injury. When his soft golden eyes met mine my heart skipped a beat. I stared back into an intensity that coursed through me. An intensity that would haunt me always.

His strong jaw and soft features seemed pained as he removed his hand from my leg and ran it through his short golden hair. There was something off-putting about him, like the eternal rose with its thorns. The beauty and delicate nature lures you in, yet you still subliminally worry about the inevitable prick. This was my first interaction with him. I wanted so much to get closer, but something inside me warned of a danger that I was not aware of. A predator.

He told me that my leg was broken and that I would need it bandaged, but it would heal properly with care and maintenance. I remember him calling in a nurse to finish the bandage as well as his gallant exit before wishing me luck. This was the last time I thought I would ever see Carlisle, in person that was. He left town immediately after my injury. However, I dreamed of him nightly. No man had ever stirred me like he had, something in those intense eyes made me want nothing more than to touch him. Even after my marriage I couldn't stop thinking of Carlisle.

When I lost my infant son to a lung infection in 1921 I felt as if I had lost every reason for living. And so I decided that I would end my life. If the truth were told, my pregnancy was the only thing that kept bound to my husband, who was chosen for me by my own parents. Nothing but that small life growing inside of me mattered; and I knew its love long before I ever held him. I dreamed of singing to him while he sleeped, and playing with him as he grew older. I couldn't wait to get to know everything about my child. When I lost him, I lost every part of me.

In a haze of pain and desolation, I jumped off of a jagged cliff on the outskirts of our small city. The rest of my memories of the events after this are very vague. Most of the story was pieced together for me by Edward.

I was rushed to the hospital and treated by Dr. Carlisle Cullen. I elusively remember seeing that glorious face of my dreams. Thinking that this most certainly was death waiting on me, I spoke to the striking angelic face. I heard faint voices around me discussing my care. They stated that I had broken many bones and that my blood loss was substantial, but that with transfusions my outlook could be promising; I was a healthy young woman of twenty-six, and they hoped I could pull through. I focused only on the face above me, whose golden eyes bore into me with the same intensity they had ten years prior. However this time something about the way they drove into my soul was dark and I remember being so cold.

Then everything went black.

I awoke to tremendous pain; pain that I had never experienced before in my life; pain that seemed to have no end. My eyes would flutter and my veins pulsated. I felt as if I was being burned alive and couldn't escape. I could hear things in the distance with such clarity. Two voices: the voices of two men arguing was most prominent. I coughed out in agony and within an instant the voices were above me. I stared up at the strong face of a bronze-haired boy on my left and the soft face of my dreams on the right. The bronze-haired boy spoke, telling me who he was and what was happening to me.

I couldn't believe it. A vampire. I would become . . . I was a vampire. The years following my "birth" sped by as if they were mere days. It wasn't until thirty years after my transformation that I discovered the truth about what had happened.

Apparently, vampires have a singer of sorts. A human they refer to as "la tua cantante". It was a human whose blood attracted the vampire like no other, completely and ferociously irresistible to them. The whole idea was believed to be a sort of phenomenon by Edward, but Carlisle knew better.

I was Carlisle's singer.


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