Chapter 9 A New Dawn
It was over! The war was over, and America had gained its long wanted freedom from Brittain. They were forming a plan of government right now in Philedelphia, Pennsylvania. A group of delagates had formed to develop a working form of government for his new country. Carlisle now felt relief, where he had for so long felt the tug of hopelessness. He had resumed work as a doctor, caring for people when they needed it. After the war however, he had moved into the Appalachian region, he had stayed in one place for the entire war and it was time to move on.
He liked his new house. It was the perfect size, it could hold all of his things as well as provide enough room for patients when they turned up. It was placed in the center of an abandoned farm about a mile out of the small village. He didn't know the name of the town, not that it was really important. It was a quiet town with few people, perfect for it's resident vampire.
As happy as he felt with this new town and the end of the war, Carlisle still felt the longing for companionship. It was the one thing he longed for the most but it was also the one thing the money he made from this job, could not buy. He would have liked to have a wife but, so far no one human or vampire had sparked any interest in him, and as far as the other vampires were convinced, he was a freak.
He threw himself into his work, reading all the new medical texts he ordered from across the sea's, he worked with patients, and he even tested some things for himself. It distracted him but didn't ease the longing deep inside of him, he knew it would always be there, more than likely for the rest of eternity.
Dwelling on this train of though was depressing him, so he decided to take a walk in the night air. As he stepped out into the warm July evening he was met with a serene feeling of peace. No more fighting, no more wounded men, no more crying families, and most importantly no more death. Being alive for over one hundred years you wouldn't think that death would effect him this way. But it did.
All those deaths were burned into his brain as he tried to forget them. Another vampire curse, he supposed. Having perfect memory was very useful when treating patients, but not exactly fun when you were haunted by the faces of dying people. Their faces foever burned into his brain.
Carlisle shook his head to clear of his dark thoughts. He should be happy, like everyone else. In fact in town he could hear te shouts and gunshots as they celbrated their independence/ Being born Brittsh himself Carlisle was surprised by the depth of loyalty to this country. This is were he belonged. This is where he was able to be a doctor with out the constant watch of the ancient ones lingering over him everyday. And for once he felt happy.
