As the days grew colder, Carlisle's affection grew warmer. Elisabette knew he had never felt a woman's touch when she held him the first night. His inexperience astounded her and she felt compelled to teach him. His newborn hunger for her excited and beckoned her. She knew her lover had begun to wonder if this was how they would spend their immortal lives, hidden and only filling their days with sinful pleasures. Elisabette assured him that once his thirst was under control, they would explore the world and find more sinful pleasures to indulge in. This struck fear into Carlisle's heart. What would his father think of him now?

When the snow began to fall, Carlisle began to wonder if perhaps his immortality could be a blessing. What if he became a doctor? He could help the sick without the risk of dying himself! Elisabette was immediately against this idea. She told him that exposing himself to humans would surely get him killed, that Aro wouldn't hesitate to kill a reckless newborn.

"Who is this 'Aro' you always speak of? And I can attest to the fact that I would never expose myself, only helping where I am needed," Carlisle calmly argued.

"Aro is of the Volturi, they enforce the laws of our kind. You are welcome to visit, perhaps he needs a doctor!" Elisabette spat, her eyes seemingly becoming more red to the newborn.

"If you do not wish for me to study medicine then just say-"

"I do not wish for you to study medicine. It is irresponsible and a waste of knowledge. Besides, why leave me for all the sick humans. Humans die, it's what they do." Elisabette ran a long finger down the side of Carlisle's porcelain face, willfully enchanting him once more. To close her argument she added, "Newborns need all the control they can get, darling, you have none." He agreed and their lips met in a flaming passion.

Two years passed before Carlisle dared to bring up medicine to Elisabette again. Sun poured into the garden, causing diamonds to dance on her skin as she lay completely flat on the grass, her eyes closed in a relaxed manner. Just looking at her made Carlisle fall in love all over again, she was intoxicating. When he managed to get out his point about having enough control to be around humans, her fiery eyes opened.

"Please do not tell me this is about you wanting to study medicine again. I told you, 'tis a waste of your knowledge, my love." She ran her hand through his blonde locks, convincing him.

He pulled away from her, "What if, and this is only a suggestion, darling, what if I went elsewhere to study."

When her jaw began to clench, he swore he saw cracks forming. Still, she put on a smile, albeit fake. "If you would like to waste your time on beings that will crumble from this earth, then go on. Just know that once you leave, I may not be here when you return."

Carlisle bit his lip in an anxious manner. How was he to choose between his true love and his passion for helping people? The night he left for Italy, thunder cracked overhead and he pondered his decision. Elisabette sat on the floor, venom falling from her eyes as tears.

"Men," she muttered angrily.

One year passed before Elisabette could gather the courage to even think of Carlisle. She wondered if he had made friends with Aro, or if his ashes had been swept away and joined with the Earth. Of course, she found other lovers, they were never hard to find. They always found themselves wondering if she had been but a fever dream, the way she left so quickly.

She could never stay in one place for too long, domesticity was never her main choice. Until Carlisle, of course, but she forced herself to forget that life. It was behind her and she could not look back, as per usual. Her nomadic life brought her to Egypt, where she caught up with an old friend, Amun.

"Where is Demetri? I have missed his company," she told Amun.

"He has...left us. The Volturi used their newest toy to steal him." Her friend was angry, maybe even sad. Demetri had been like a son to him. Elisabette pursed her lips, knowing that Aro would have killed Amun before letting Demetri's abilities go. She apologized to Amun, hoping Kebi had done the same. Kebi had always been jealous of her husband's affection towards the Greek boy.

Elisabette told Amun and Kebi of Carlisle, pain hidden in her chest but evident in her eyes. She spoke of his wisdom and his almost patriarchal calmness. Amun proposed that perhaps, one day, Carlisle would lead a coven of his own. Elisabette scoffed at the idea. Her Carlisle would always come back to her, and she had no time for continuous newborn phases or consistent lapses in control. Her Carlisle would come back, and it would be them alone, or so she hoped.