Forbidden Fruit
Carlisle/OC
Romance/Drama
A/N: Okay, so you all need to prepare yourselves. Carlisle and Demona are going to be apart for a while. It won't be forever, I promise, but it's a necessary evil. Just remember, I love you all! Review please!
Carlisle woke up with a headache. All he remembered was making love with Demona, her saying she could stop him and the words, "I love you," coming from her lips before passing out. She must have done something to him with her powers.
A sudden, overwhelming panic overtook him. Where was Demona? Had she left without him? No!
He raced to his room and threw on some clothes. He flitted downstairs before he even got his shirt on. He was greeted by the faces of his family in the living room. They all looked dejected.
"Where's Demona?" he said, not thinking about anyone else.
"She's gone, Carlisle," Esme said gently, a sad, broken look on her face.
"What? No! Why are you all just sitting there? We need to be out looking for her!" he said, panicking. He had to find her. He had to. He couldn't live without her.
"I took her to the airport," Rosalie said, her voice empty and dead. Emmett took her hand and squeezed it.
"What?" Carlisle snarled, furious. "Traitor! Why would you do something like that?"
"She needs time, Carlisle, she's not ready for this," Rosalie said, standing up and stepping forward. "You don't know how broken she is. She needs time to heal. Her father… He broke her. She doesn't know how to love or be loved now. She just needs time. She'll come back when she's ready."
"No!" he cried. "I need her now!"
And with that he was gone, flitting through the dark woods, trying to scent her. He had to find her.
It was early morning by the time she got to Phoenix. She walked around the burnt down ballet studio, trying to figure out the best way to move the debris. She eventually threw up her hands and used her powers to teleport it to outer space. She had no idea if it actually went there but since it was gone it was no longer her problem. She went over to where the room of mirrors had been and found James' ashes. She used her powers to telekinetically get every last one and put a telekinetic shield around it and put it in her backpack. From there she went to the airport again and bought her ticket. She had a problem now, one she hadn't planned on. It would complicate things but she would still act on her plan. She had to. She had no other choice.
Carlisle had searched everywhere but Demona's father's house. He had left it for last, not wanting to believe she would ever contact that monster again. He had been to the airport and he had found the cell phone he'd given her in a trash can. That had hurt. He had meant for that to be a means of contact between them. Not only had she severed that tie but she'd thrown it in the trash. She was sending a message but he refused to take it.
He stood outside her father's house, listening. He could hear snoring inside. The man was passed out drunk no doubt.
He broke the door handle and slipped inside. He entered the living room and found her father passed out on the couch, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. Carlisle sneered in disgust. What right did this animal have to even touch Demona, let alone actually hurt her? He didn't have the right to kiss her feet and he hit her? Well, not anymore, never again.
Carlisle remembered the bruises, those black and blue marks marring her perfect face. It made him sick to his stomach to think of it. Then he remembered the way she'd kissed him just before she'd knocked him unconscious. It was a sweet, tender kiss, but so full of pain and longing. Her father, what he'd done to her, was the reason she'd left.
He knew what he was doing when he took the bottle from her father's hand. It was half full, just enough for what he had in mind.
He poured the liquid all over her father's body, pouring the last of it on his face. The man sputtered and woke up.
"What the fuck-?"
"You hurt Demona," Carlisle said accusingly. "Now it's time to pay the piper."
The man looked up and his eyes went wide in fear as Carlisle removed a lighter from his pocket. He wouldn't take the man's blood. He'd thought about it but it just wasn't fitting. Drinking human blood meant something different to Carlisle than just feeding. It meant blood, sex, desire, love. It meant Demona. He wouldn't taint the two memories he had of taking her blood with by associating it with this one.
He flicked the lighter open, lit it and threw it in the man's face, lighting him on fire. Carlisle flitted out of the house, hearing the man's screams. He watched as the house went up, making sure than her father didn't escape. The smell of burning flesh satisfied him in a way that his blood never could have. The suffering that went with that kind of death seemed so fitting. Demona wouldn't be happy if she ever found out but it wouldn't have happened if she hadn't left. No, that's not true. It was only a matter of time before Carlisle took vengeance. He'd thought about it for too long, dreamed of it during his working hours, during every moment of every day that he wasn't with Demona. She banished all wicked thoughts but those pertaining especially to her.
He heard the man's final scream with a satisfaction that he knew was pure evil. He knew he smelled of fire and the others would know what he'd done as soon as they heard about the fire but he wasn't ashamed. He'd done the world a service, gotten rid of some vermin. That was all. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it. He got a great deal of satisfaction in knowing that Demona was far beyond her father's reach and that she would soon be in his arms again.
He would find her.