Chapter 15: fighting and the destruction of furniture
Edward had lived with Carlisle for little over three months. They exchanged few words, and Carlisle left for his shift the same time every night. One day while Carlisle was working Edward decided to explore the house. He saw various paintings, many books, and a small statue of a building in What he guessed was Italy. Then, as Carlisle came in the door Edwaqrd saw something that infuriated him.
"What is this?" He yelled waving them in Carlisle's face. It was indentification papers. They were moving soon and Carlisle had had them made at a local office. Carlisle's was fine, the only thing altered was his date of birth. What had infuriated Edward however was his identity.
His date of birth, his age, his hair color, eye color, and height were either correct or would be correct in a few months. His name read Edward Anthony Cullen.
"Those," Carlisle answered slowly, "are ID papers. I though it would be easier if we pretended to be related. Like brothers, or something like that."
"WE ARE NOT RELATED. BROTHERS OR ANYTHING ELSE." Edward screamed so loud his ears hurt. He then picked up the nearest piece of furniture and threw it at Carlisle.
Carlisle caught it, and ducked just in time to dodge a chair aimed at his head. Edward jumped at him, and Carlisle ducked left, causing Edward to land outside in the yard.
"Fix it." He said to Carlisle, still gripping the paper in his now sparkling hand.
"Okay Edward. Now calm down."Carlisle spoke softly trying to calm the indignant teenager.
"I'm going hunting." Edward growled through clenched teeth, then turned on his heel and ran into the forest. Carlisle was left, feeling worse, this boy obviously hated him, what was going t happen.
Chapter 15: An old flame
Carlisle had moved himself and Edward to Ashland, Wisconsin in hopes that the remote area and small population would be good for Edward. The boy, well 20 year old, was still having difficulties being in close proximities with humans.
He had lived with Edward with three years, and their relationship was rocky at best. Carlisle liked Edward, and Edward respected Carlisle. Edward, however, thought that no matter the effort they put forth to preserve human life they were still soulless beings In the eyes of God. Carlisle disagreed entirely. This lead to many arguments in the cullen household.
At the moment Carlisle was headed to the small Ashland Hospital, while Edward drove to Duluth to attend a few college courses. Carlisle was glad Edward had found something to do with all of his free time other than question god's judgement of their kind.
He pulled in to the near vacant parking lot. He was early, but had to came for today was supposed to be sunny. The secretary was in but no one else, so Carlisle signed in and then went to his office to await patients.
Eight long hours later Carlisle was getting ready to leave. If he hadn't known it was impossible he would say he was tired. He didn't even know that this many people lived in Ashland, every resident must have been to the hospital today.
"Dr. Cullen," A voice called. He sighed then turned.
"Sorry to bother you but there is one more case. In the morgue. We need a doctor to sign it and Snow's already gone. Would you please go?" She asked.
"Of course," He sighed the n headed to the morgue. He hated the morgue, it was a dark place. It wasn't hard to find the body, it was the only one in there.
Pecularly enough as Carlisle drew closer he heard a fluttering heartbeat, weak but still there. As he drew closer he could hear his breathing increase. He lifted the bloodstained sheet to see an almost unrecognizable body, bloody and torn. I looked at the papers, suicide. I looked at the face. Oh. Dear. God.
"Esme. Why have you done this?" He whispered to her. It was then he knew he must save her, he knew his decision was selfish but he couldn't let her die.
He bit gently into her neck, careful not to spill to much of the lif-giving blood. He gathered her into his arms and ran to his house.