I have been a little busy lately, what with ending my High School career and moving into my mother's house, as well as dealing with graduation issues that I have been having.

I am proud to say that I have been able to stop my writers block from taking over my life and everything else ! I am now able to concentrate more on this story in the hope that I also will make my fans very happy with me..

I would like to say thanks to a few bands y'all need might want to look up - Bless The Fall and of course We Are The Fallen. They were a major help with letting me write this chapter, as, it was very difficult for me to write at the time with everything else that was happening around me.

I also want to say that I wasn't quite sure how to write this chapter at first. I wanted to do another from Edward's point of view, but I decided against it. I think it's time we knew what the good doctor is thinking. I hope you know that from this point, things, are going to get a little rough for our boys by the way.

Oh and I should probably warn you that this might offend some of "her" fans. However I think it's only fitting to throw in some dark Edward, just every now and then.

I own nothing.... I just play with the characters.

I would also like to thank my beloved beta Linda for this chapter :).

Chapter 25

Burn

Carlisle's POV

I glanced out the window shaking.

I can't remember much of what or how it had actually even happened. I had let her get into my heart so quickly. I had let her ruin something so breath takingly beautiful and I had even helped her to do it.

I can't believe that I could be that stupid.

The rain had started pouring heavily outside my bedroom window. I lay down on the bed, my eyes glancing at the ceiling trying so hard not to think of what had happened just hours ago.

I saw his green eyes penetrating through mine. His soul cascading down in a fit of anger and pain. I had thought I had only wanted the best for him at least that's what I told myself at the time.

In truth, it had all been my fault and no-one else's. In what must have been a moment of insanity, I even contemplated that perhaps Esme could join us. The fact was that I had found myself thinking that I was even falling in love with a human. Looking back now, I remember telling myself, that this was possible, humans and vampires could fall in love .. At that moment, I believed anything was possible.

However once I saw him standing at that hill, right next to her, the monster in me tried to release his chains. I had wanted to leave the party early to race back home.

"He's a family friend of mine"

I can remember that smile that glazed over her pure white lips. I wanted to kiss them. My thoughts were racing, telling me that I wanted her for my very own. Her scent was intoxicating, sending the sweetest messages to me through my nostrils to my brain.

But when however she had appeared at my front door less than three hours ago, holding his hat, my only thought was my insane jealousy and fear that HE might kill HER!

I could not lose her – I could not live without her ... my mind was racing as the monster inside me took over all coherent thoughts.

I remember watching the rain and the lightening crashing through the sky. I could see his face through the rain. I can only imagine the heart breaking despair that I had caused him.

I had watched him leaving, with me standing there in the doorway with HER. I could hear the loud sobbing that came from him, just before the monster pushed him to the ground. His mind was silent and it was driving me insane.

I had hidden so many thoughts from him. I could not bear that he thought of her as a devil, a witch or more horrendously, a desirable object for merely food.

I had chosen to put her needs and wants over my own, ,my own creation, my beloved Edward. And now much too late, I knew I had chosen so wrong.

In that split second when the back door had banged shut, I felt a huge gasp come from my lips and Esme was gone. The silence trembled through my mind, and into my dead heart.

Oh Edward, MY Edward, what have I done?

I closed my eyes and stood alone in our house, Edward's and mine, while a thousand memories ran through my mind. I had felt him tremble underneathe me. I had watched him this whole week and realised that he had been hiding from me. He had spent hours sitting at the piano, just playing the same tune over and over.

He must have felt that I was lost to him forever.

Suddenly I heard the back door open and it shut almost so quietly - enough that had I had been human, I would never have even heard it.

I waited, frozen. I sat up in my bed, knowing full well that he would have to walk past my open bedroom door to get to his room.

I saw a flash of black race past the door, and his bedroom door slammed shut with such force that the pictures on my wall shook. I slowly managed to get to my feet, and moved toward his bedroom door.

However as I moved towards the door. I could hear another voice, only it was muffled, almost as if a hand was covering the mouth trying to let the words out.

"wha- r... you-- you--- doing...?" the soft sweet voice came drifting through the door.

My eyes widened in shock. I knew that voice. I could smell HER scent. I could sense HER fear, and I could smell it.

blood. blood. blood.

Esme.

Was it her? I mean the scent of her was drifting around me.

I heard a muffled scream, and I tried to reach for the door, but I was motionless, almost frozen. I heard another muffled scream and this time managed to grasp the handle of the door before I heard it:

"Oh you like to play do you?"

Only this was a cold. dangerous voice. It sounded like a madman was on the other side of the door. It was dark... evil... sinister.

Edward?

I tried to vocalize, as my hand managed to finally push the door open and stood there in shock and disbelief.

There he lay. He was on the bed with a girl with bright blonde curls caked with dripped blood. The boy was on top of her, his fingers rubbing up on the skin of the girl's bare breast.

"Such a good girl aren't you?" the dark voice said so sweetly. I could see her almost deadly pale face, and then I realized who I was staring at.

Edward.

Only this wasn't Edward, but, a monster. A shell of the Edward that had been my angel.

"Help--me.." The girl muttered helplessly.. as the boy ran his fangs into the girl's neck, the stench of blood over whelming in the room.

I suddenly got control of my senses then and there and the rest became a mixed blur of a thousand images.

The next minute all I was hearing was low growls and screams. I could feel claws running down my back, and the anger within my own monster was releasing it's own fangs to protect myself and attack the other monster who was there in the room with me.

Then the screams suddenly stopped.

I looked directly across the room. Edward was crouched over by the window, his fangs and face drenched in blood. His eyes as dark as night and both his hair and clothes were caked in mud and blood.

I looked down at the body on the floor and saw only a dead motionless form. I could smell the stench of decay already.

I heard what could only be described as insane laughter coming from near the window. I saw Edward smirking at me. His fangs sliding back up into his mouth.

"Look at what you made me do Carlisle" his voice snarled with undying hate. His eyes met the dead girl's body and then looked back up into mine.

What had I done to him?

I tried to take a step closer to him, only to hear him hissing loudly and I almost cringed and moved away, but then I slowly turned and moved towards him.

"Don't you dare touch me." he screamed as I looked down at him. My eyes glanced into his crimson ones. They were full of anger and lust but I would also see the amazing pain there.

"Edward" I whispered and tried to grab his face within my hands But he did move away and I tried to hold onto him, his arms, anything to stop him moving away from me.

"Her blood tasted so wonderful Carlisle". He smirked slowly as I held him tightly against the wall and I froze as his eyes melted more into mine.

"I bet her's would taste almost as good." He mused outloud and this time I heard a hiss come from my own lips.

"Edward, come out and talk to me please". I was pleading with MY Edward to come out – to come back to me. I heard the monster inside of this stranger chuckle out loud at hearing my thoughts.

"I am out Carlisle. Do you not love me anymore? How could you hide something amazing as this. Why are you denying what you are?" I watched him sneer, his face, inches from my own.

I looked into his eyes and could see the pain coming through, but, was recoiled back by a hateful stare.

"Edward this isn't you" I pleaded with him. I knew that he would hate himself. He would blame himself. However all of this was my fault, not Edward's – not my angel's. I had to make him see that this was through my doing, my actions alone and never his.

"It is me Carlisle. I liked the taste of her. I liked to watch her beg for me not to kill her." He sneered slowly. His fingers trembling as he held onto my side, struggling, to break away from me.

"Edward this isn't you. I know it's not. The boy I love is not this stranger I see here.. Please come out and talk" I started begging, but the laughter only got louder and louder.

"You love her. You don't love your angel Edward anymore" he sneered slowly and that's when he let me see all the images in his mind of her dying, of him killing her. Suddenly I was overcome with the pain and horror of what I was seeing.

"Edward."I almost choked as I moved away from him and I thought I saw, just for a fleeting second or two, his body flinch in pain but the monster quickly recovered.

"I told you I didn't want you falling in love with me." he said coldly and with that, he was gone. I stood there looking at the girl on the floor. Her pale skin was frozen , and those green eyes stared back lifelessly at me as I tried to close them.

I could smell Edward all around me, all over me, everywhere.

I cleaned up the bloodied mess and buried her the next morning. I scanned the newspapers for stories about the missing girl. There were none. I had gone to work alone and came back to an empty house. I was walking around like I had been frozen in time. My mind could think of nothing else but Edward, my Edward and what he must be going through, feeling now and so alone in his despair.

The next morning when I walked into the living room, I saw a note, written in Edward's unmistakable elegant handwriting laying on top of the piano. I held it to the light and my heart suddenly shattered.

Oh no!. I know I should not have left it on a cliffy like that. I want to know what you thought of the real monster in Edward. I also wanted to thank Bryan with this chapter. He gave me plenty of the ideas on how to approach this new side of Edward.

Do you think Carlisle will make things right again? or will what Edward wrote in the letter make things even worse. Oh and in the next chapter, someone makes a special visit. Any guesses who?

adieu.

Amber.