The words 'Judgement Day' means the end of the world. The day when everyone will be judged. In other words, the day God separates the goats and the sheep. The day where everyone supposedly dies. But if one were to think about it thoroughly, every day is a Judgement Day. Every day a person dies, even vampires eventually die. That day has fallen unto Aaren Cullen and her coven.
Is coven a proper way of naming her group? Carlisle wondered, staring out the window. As the sun sets and the twilight sky starts to fill with small stars like sparkles on a vampire. Tomorrow, one side will come out victorious. The question is, which one?
If they were to die, would they be damned? Or would they turn into a vampire and then be damned? Carlisle couldn't figure out the answers. Every time he thought of a solution the negative possibilities come up and he ignores the solution. It was just an endless thinking process that seemed to contradict itself.
The Hybrids are different from vampires. They are fast like vampires and they love raw food like vampires. But they eat food, they don't drink it. There are good Hybrids like Aaren and Jayme. Then, like Yin and Yang, there is a bad side. Something Carlisle has come to terms with. The vegetarian vampires, as ironic as it sounds, attacked animals. Others of his kind attacked humans.
The Hybrids are also different from the Werewolf's. As far as Carlisle knew Sam's pack has done nothing but good deeds. There were no bad werewolf's. If there were Sam would have informed him. Wouldn't he? Carlisle wondered what happens to Werewolf's when the die.
What could this Yang be? What is the bad side of a Hybrid? Carlisle strained his brain all day and night trying to figure out what the answer could be. Hoping that maybe there would be something they could do instead of fighting. Perhaps he could talk to them, convince them to spare his sister and youngest daughter. Perhaps make them understand that violence is never the answer.
His mind went though the possibilities of the bad side of the Hybrids. Of course he thought of the positive possibilities first. First, they are living beings, well half living. They have a right to life just like anyone else. Second, perhaps it isn't their fault they are this way. Perhaps there was a bigger picture than meets the eye. But neither Carlisle nor Aaren knew what the bigger picture could be. Maybe they were like him; abused and neglected by those he loved. But unlike him, he ignored his pain and moved on. Maybe the feed off their pain and turn it into rage and violence.
Carlisle remembered nearly giving into the temptation of violence. After receiving another punishment from father, Carlisle imagined stabbing his father repeatedly in the back. He imagined attacking his father with fists and screams of rage. To shout that his mothers death was not his fault. Shout that he is a horrible man who didn't deserve the title of father. Shout that he hated him. He wanted to bash his father's head into the floor until he bled. Attack him with full force of rage and to make his father fear him instead of Carlisle fearing him.
But there was one thing that Carlisle feared more than his father; turning out like his father. A malicious, violent human being who wallowed in his own depression. Carlisle made a vow that he would never be like that. He would never turn out like his father. But if he were to fight the Hybrids, would he be like his father?
Carlisle shivered. He was very glad that no one was around. Edward would be reading his mind, Jasper would be fixing his emotions, Esme would be worried. Something that was not necessary at the moment. Too much was already on his mind to have his family's fears on top of it. The boys went hunting and the girls went shopping. No one questioned why he stayed behind, it was normal for him. Taking a deep breath, he refocused on the task at hand.
He thought of the negative possibilities. One, they are violent and prefer to fight from what he heard from Aaren. Second, they killed innocent hybrids for their own enjoyment. Third, what if the bigger picture is of them acting like savages. Like newborn vampires.
Carlisle felt fear, anger and confusion. Something he hasn't felt in a long time. The burning fire in the pit of his stomach was starting to grow into a forest fire. He couldn't talk to anyone, he feared he would say something he would regret. Or he would end up screaming. He could feel he was starting to lose it. He looked down at the sofa where Jayme was fast asleep. Carlisle still couldn't understand how she could sleep. She could be up for days at a time and sleep for nearly two days.
Carlisle wanted to learn more about her kind. Carlisle wanted to compare the Hybrid to Vampires and then to Werewolves. Perhaps they would know something of her kind. But what if they don't? If they did, would they tell him? The questions about the Hybrids are like a never ending road of what ifs. Carlisle didn't like roads like that. He wanted to know the answer more than anything else in the world.
What if he spoke to Aaren? Would she talk to him? What if what the things that she said were painful and overbearing? Throughout the years Carlisle has heard of many strange things happening to a human body. But strange things happening to a body that is already dead is a whole different league. He found it funny that he was over 300 years old and is still learning new things every day. Some things are good others are worse.
What if he was to fight them? Not only would it go against his morals but his promise. He hated killing and violence above all else. But at what cost?
Ok, he thought to himself, think of the positive and negatives if you do fight. If you did fight, you might save Jayme and Aaren's lives. However, the negative is is that I know that fighting is wrong. Second, I could perhaps learn about their kind and how they use their elements in battle. But, in a negative perspective, it's still going against my morals. Third, one is my sister and the other is my daughter. Yet my sister abandoned me to live with our supposed 'father' alone. Oh this is hopeless!
He's lost her once before. Could he bear to lose her again?
I apologize if I offended or scared anyone with adding Judgement Day in this, I don't mean any offense or harm by it. So please forgive me.