Furious Angels: Carlisle's Long-Buried Instincts
Another beautiful sunset was approaching as I glanced outside the window. It did not captivate me however, for my angel soon caught my attention again. She sighed thoughtfully as she turned towards Renesmee, who was sleeping by the couch. Even after all these years, Esme's beauty never failed to stun me. The way her long bronze hair hung just passed her shoulders, or the subtle yet unique curve of her chin that made her all the more astounding.
I continued staring in awe at my love when suddenly she dashed away from my side. I was catapulted back into reality as my head automatically turned to follow my precious angel. The first thing I noticed was the smell of human blood as thirst swept over me. It was a bit harder since we had all refrained from hunting, for environmental purposes. I hardly even had time to feel any burn in my throat or pooling of venom before I saw why my angel had fled from my side. Jasper ran into her head on as I watched in horror without seeming able to move. Jasper was beyond all reason from the blood that I now realized was coming out of Renesmee's tin cup. Jasper let out a ferocious snarl, and, to my disbelief, buried his teeth into
my beloved's shoulder. All I heard was a cry that would have shattered my heart, would it have still been beating.
"NO!!" My vision suddenly went red with anger as I let out a terrible growl. How dare he?! MY angel!! I lunged at his throat, not caring if I ripped off his godforsaken head, and forced him off of her. He fell back, though I could not even tell who this demon was (nor did I care) through the red haze that clouded my vision with rage. I snarled in his face, fully prepared to rip him limb from limb for causing my angel pain. We stood each other down, though I was not in the mood for simply standing there. A distant voice came, seemingly far away, which caught the demon's attention. He turned his back, a deadly mistake in any combat.
I was about to strike when suddenly the demon fell to the ground, revealing a small, horrified figure standing by four others. It started to come back to me as confusion caused the red haze to retreat from my vision. I found myself crouched in front of Esme, Jasper on the floor in front of me. I realized in horror that I was less than a second away from attacking my own son! He continued to quaver on the floor, and I began to
worry. Was I too late to control myself? Had I hurt him in some way while I was blinded by fury and instinct?
The figure (as I came to realize as Alice) called Jasper's name again as he finally faced upward to her. I sighed mentally, relieved that I had not caused him injury. How long I had strived to bury this animal inside me, and how easily my instincts took control of my judgment! Jasper stumbled to say anything as I realized just how much agony he was feeling; I was feeling much the same myself. I slowly pulled Esme into my arms, more for her health or my sanity I wasn't sure. I kept her there as I watched the scene in front of me. Alice knelt down to Jasper, comforting him as best she could.
"I understand... I love you." She kissed him and stayed at his side, no doubt ready to stay there for the next decade if that's what he needed. He stared blankly at her face, and then turned towards me, his eyes brimming with dry tears. I urged myself not to become angry with him again, I would NOT let my instincts take over me like that.
"It is I who should apologize for reacting so irrationally.
"I do not blame you my son, for your actions were because of what you are, not who you chose to be." I gave him as best a look I could manage, then finally looked back at the angel in my arms.
Esme looked, as always, absolutely beautiful, but her beauty was marred by worry and pain. I stared into her liquid golden eyes and made a silent promise to myself and to her to NEVER lose control like that again. Gently, I wrapped my arm around her and gave her a kiss on the forehead. Sealed with a kiss I thought, how ironic. I marveled at how calm she was being through all of this, how brave she was to stand in Jasper's way. I then moved my eyes down to her collarbone, only to discover a scar burning brightly on my loved one's skin. If only I could take away her pain. I softly placed my hand over her shoulder, as I felt her shiver, a rare action for our kind. She laid her hand on my cheek, and I couldn't help but lean into her hand, closing my eyes, breathing in her cinnamon sugar scent, and giving an involuntary shiver of my own. She smiled at me in a way that made my still heart soar,
"Carlisle, always my hero." She murmured, leaning up to kiss me. I kissed her back, passionately, like I hadn't in a long time. I honestly didn't care if anyone was watching. All hell could have been breaking loose and I wouldn't have noticed. She finally pulled away, and took my hand as we started for the stairs. She knew I needed to think about things alone, and we proceeded into my study where she kissed me again, and then simply stayed embraced in my arms, leaving me to my thoughts.
