A/N: This chapter is a little short, but there are a bunch of emotions flying around. I hope you like it. Don't forget to REVIEW! PLEASE!!!

-Wish

P.S. Thanks to this really awesome guy who keeps asking me to update everyday. You're the best!

Cathedral Provincial Park, Canada 2009: All I Wanted

Anna ran and ran and ran. A human would've gotten tired many miles ago. But Anna could just keep running. She would keep running, just as she'd done after London. Just as she'd keep doing, at this rate. Because nowadays, running seemed to be the only thing that didn't cause pain. It was the only thing that didn't hurt her, or others. So, Anna ran on. She didn't know where she was going. She only knew, east was the way to go. North would lead to ice and snow. South would lead to sun and people. West would only be water. Stretching east, she had the width of the entire continent to sort things out.

Anna found herself drifting south, until eventually she stopped in a provincial park on the border of the U.S. and Canada. Cathedral Provincial Park. How ironic. She could remember taking refuge in a different type of cathedral hundreds of years ago. But that memory, like so many others, brought her pain. Not for the first time, Anna wished she didn't have her extra ability. She wished she could run her finger over the smoothed metal at her neck and not be forced to see the person she so dearly missed.

Anna whirled, defensive as she heard the quick footsteps in the undergrowth. It was just behind her, coming from the west. Someone had followed her? Anna was about to take off again when she caught the familiar scent. It was like hers, but different in subtle ways. And no matter what, she'd remember it. It was her father's scent. He'd followed her.

Carlisle found Anna standing, unmoving finally, sheltered amongst the trees. She was fast! A couple times, Carlisle had almost lost her and had had to search for her scent among the roots and leaves that littered the forest floor. Carlisle wasn't slow either. He doubted even Edward could've kept up with her.

She watched him stoically as he watched her. Carlisle tried to judge her expression, looking for something in her face or posture that might help explain her sudden flight. Her words still cut him. How could she possibly think he didn't need her? She was his daughter. Now that he knew she still lived (in a loose sense of the term), he didn't want to lose her again.

"Anna," he whispered, tentative. He took a few steps forward, inching his way closer, his hands palms upwards in a non-threatening gesture. "Please, don't go." I don't want to lose you again, he added silently. "We have a lot to talk about."

At his words, Anna's passive expression broke. Carlisle watched the flurry of emotions. Anger, loss, fear, mourning, confusion, uncertainty, pain, jealousy, hatred. He watched them all cross his daughter's beautiful face. She'd looked so lovely, when he'd first seen her, a few hours ago. He didn't want her beautiful features marred by so many ugly expressions.

"Talk?" The word was choked. Anna didn't seem to be able to decide on anger or sadness. "Now you want to talk?" Her voice was soft and hard at the same time. Barely more than a whisper, but one of the coldest whispers Carlisle had ever heard.

"Talk about what?" Her voice began to rise as her temper flared. She always had her mother's temper. "Why you never returned, or even left a single sign that you really weren't dead? Or would you like to talk about Mother? How you broke her heart and left her to die?"

Anna let out a deep, chilling chuckle. "But wait, you already have a wife! How about Esme, father? How about we talk about your new family? Your brilliant, perfect, new family?" Her English accent was thicker as she lost control. Carlisle couldn't help but be thankful there were no humans around. It was obvious she still drank human blood, and right now, Carlisle doubted she'd be able to exercise the little self-control she had.

"Anna, I'm sorry," Carlisle said gently. "I would never do anything to hurt you—"

"YOU LEFT ME! YOU LEFT ME ALONE! AT AGE FOUR! I've already heard so much about your 'AWE-INSPIRING' self-control! You could've come back!"

Carlisle couldn't help the edge in his voice. "That took almost 300 years to perfect! I thought you had died."

"You mean you'd hoped we had died!"

"Yes! But only because it meant you had lived a normal life!" Carlisle sighed, collapsing onto the roots of the tree at his back. He ran his fingers through his hair, a calming gesture. "That's all I wanted for you," he admitted, his voice defeated. "I wanted you to find a good husband, settle down, live a safe and comfortable life, and then, when it came your time, to pass on into the Lord's hands. I didn't want this for you. That's why I didn't come back, even after I was working on my control. I didn't want you to have to experience the pain of watching everyone you'd ever known, wither away to dust, while you never aged a second. That's why I kept away. That's why, after I was changed, I left and didn't come back."

Anna was stunned by the raw emotions Carlisle was presenting. She was stunned by his words, his remorse, his guilt, his suffering. He was showing her over 300 years of mourning.

"I only married Esme last century, in 1921," Carlisle admitted. "Edward, my first, joined me in 1918. I didn't change them because I was bored. They were dying, all of them. I gave them a second chance at life. I'm not going to tell you I'm sorry for it, or that I don't love them, because I would be lying. I love them, like I love you. And I love Esme, like I loved your mother. Elisabeth was the love of my life. Esme is the love of my death, my entire existence, after 1663."

Anna felt a stab of jealousy, but she quickly released it. She liked Esme. Anna doubted anyone could not like her, once they got to know her. All of her anger thus far, had been trained on Carlisle, not on his loving, caring, giving wife.

Anna nodded. "I can see why," She replied. Carlisle looked up at her, surprise and hope flashing across his face. "She really is wonderful; like Mother, times ten. I can understand why you love her."

Carlisle smiled widely. He got up and pulled Anna into a hug. Anna all but soaked it in. This was the hug she'd wanted for three centuries. She hadn't realized just how much she missed it until now.

"We'll work something out," Carlisle promised her. "I don't want to lose you again."