Hi everyone. Welcome to Chapter 6 of Soulless Monsters. This is something I started a fair while ago and came back to recently, it's now no longer 8 chapters long but 12 complete chapters that are all finished. You should get a chapter a week as long as nothing unexpected comes up.

Summary: AU Twilight. Bella was the first human Carlisle changed into a vampire in 1736, due to how she 'died' as a human she sees being a vampire as the best thing that happened to her. Alice is human and Edward has fallen in love with her. Carlisle uses spanking as discipline for his five vampire children. Edward firmly believes they are soulless monsters; Bella does not. What happens when they both lose their temper?

Warning: This story contains the spanking of teenaged vampires. Do not read if this offends.

Thank you to Jules Ann for beta reading this one for me and helping inspire me to write this to completion.

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Carlisle nodded but stayed within easy reaching distance of his son. "You are many things my son, stubborn, smart, brave, and hot tempered being just a few, but never would I have thought you capable of such maliciousness towards your own sister. You knew how much pain you would cause her with your repulsive words; there is never a justification for the torture endured by the victims of those cursed witch-hunts. I am shocked and appalled that you would even think she could possibly in anyway deserve that, let alone voice those thoughts. I am well aware that she was likely harsh in how she told you Alice had to be changed, but frankly she was completely correct," he scolded harshly.

Edward shrunk back as the guilt welled up in him, he had known precisely how much his words were going to hurt his sister, but he just wanted her to stop talking about Alice's fate. In hindsight he acknowledged even then he knew she was right and that was what had made him lash out, after all the truth hurt. That thought stopped him cold; Bella couldn't have seriously believed he thought that could she? "Dad… Bella doesn't… I mean I don't really think she deserved that. I'm amazed she didn't do what Rosalie did and wipe out the whole town for what they did to her. I know Rose thinks the end to her life was the worst, but Bella endured a week of torture in front of her whole town for their amusement."

Carlisle was relieved Edward didn't truly mean what he said, still he knew his son had a long way to go to make Bella believe that. "Son, the end of Bella's human life is extremely painful to her. As you said she was tortured in front of everyone in her town, for their amusement. What you don't know is her parents were the ones who turned her in; her father and her brother were two of the people who tortured her. Her memories of that are very foggy and I know she chooses not to think of that if she can, but she harbours a lot of self-consciousness from that time. Your words hurt in more ways than you probably intended, you hit some very deep rooted fears," he explained.

Edward felt his stomach churn with his guilt. "I didn't… Dad I didn't know, you have to believe I didn't know that," he insisted.

"I know you weren't aware, but it doesn't take away the pain you caused her. You will be apologising to her and you will work very hard to earn her forgiveness for this," Carlisle told his son. "I would also be sure to make every effort to avoid antagonising Jasper in anyway. I will make sure he is aware any sign of aggression towards you on his part will be dealt with by me, but you and I both know how protective of Bella, Jasper is."

Edward had known Jasper would be pissed, but before that was a somewhat nebulous thought, he had hurt her emotionally yes, but he wasn't truly aware of just how deeply he'd shoved the knife; add to that the bite marks she had, the outlook wasn't good for him. "I am so sorry Dad… I knew what I said would hurt, but I just wanted to stop her from making me see the truth. I don't want Alice changed, but I know it's going to happen regardless of what I want now, I think I knew it while we were arguing but I didn't want to acknowledge that I knew. You should probably let Jasper tear me to shreds, I certainly deserve it."

Carlisle allowed a small smile to show on his face. "No son, you don't deserve to be torn to shreds and I will not allow this family to become a mob, Jasper is your brother and he will treat you as such," he decreed firmly. "Now while your words were certainly deplorable I'm afraid your actions afterwards are additionally simply unacceptable. You admitted earlier you actually tried to attack your sister in return when you could have used that speed of yours to run away. You are incredibly lucky your mother and I returned when we did. Bella had you pinned against the wall and your neck was beginning to crack, I have no doubt if we were delayed in coming back she would have decapitated you and while your head can be reattached it would certainly have been horribly painful for you."

Edward flinched at the words, it was true, for all the self-confidence his mind reading gift provided, that was completely nullified by Bella's shield and she'd defeated him with terrifying ease. He was under no illusions as to how close Bella had come to removing his head, while he was pretty sure she wouldn't have then burned him, she could have so easily if she had wanted to.

"You are going to get two spankings; one for attacking your sister, the other for your unpalatable cruelty. I am going to leave it up to you to decide which offence you will get a spanking for today leaving the other for tomorrow," Carlisle told him. He actually considered Edward's cruel words the worse offence; the fighting was, at least partly, in self-defence and he hadn't been the one to start it. He planned on having Edward bend over the desk for fighting with his sister – as he usually did for the more serious misbehaviours – for the cruel words he would be forcibly held over his lap, legs pinned and arms restrained. He didn't think Edward was going to be unruly, but he needed make sure this did not ever happen again and this way he could be sure Edward would remember the spanking for a long, long time.

Due to Bella still having her first and second layer of her shield around their Dad, Edward could not read his thoughts. He was trying to decide which offence was the worst and so which would be better to get over and done with first. He knew his words had been more than a slap in the face, more than even a knife in the gut, it was more like he'd shoved his fist into Bella's chest, tore out her heart and crushed it all with a smile on his face. He'd attacked her yes, but his words had made his usually happy and bubbly sister attack him. "Saying she deserved what happened to her today," Edward decided.

Carlisle nodded in acceptance, stood up, grabbed the second desk chair, carried it into the middle of his office, and sat down. "Edward, come here, remove your jeans, lower your underwear, and lay over my knee," he ordered. "Isabella, remove your shield from my mind please." Carlisle knew Bella could hear and would comply with his request.

Edward winced as his father's thoughts became clear to him. His Dad was going to make this as rough as he could on him and he wasn't looking forward to it at all now. He stood and removed his jeans, laying them on the back of his chair before he walked over to his Dad. He looked at him and shot him a pleading look.

Carlisle merely motioned Edward to remove his boxers, spread his legs and pointed to his left knee, indicating he wanted Edward to bend over it. He deliberately thought about the blazing dozen swats he was going to give his son if he didn't obey sharpish.

Edward groaned but pushed his boxers down to his mid-thigh and quickly bent over his Dad's left knee. He hated being pinned like this, it meant he couldn't kick or squirm, all he could do was lay still and take the spanking.

Carlisle shook his head disappointedly and pulled Edward's boxers down to his ankles. He dropped his right leg and trapped Edward's legs between his so that he couldn't kick. His son was currently using his hands to brace himself against the floor, but Carlisle intended to put a stop to that.

"No! Please Dad! I won't reach back! I'll keep my hands under control! Please!" Edward begged.

"Both hands, on your back, now," Carlisle demanded. When Edward didn't comply instantly, Carlisle brought his hand down hard and fast on Edward's sit spots a dozen times.

Edward had his hands up on his back after the first scorching swat and kept them there. He was well and truly jack-knifed over Carlisle's knee now and there was nothing he could do about it.

Carlisle took a firm grip on Edward's hands, using them to hold him down over his knee. "I cannot believe you would be so heartless as to tell your sister she deserved the torture she had to endure as a human," he scolded. He allowed his thoughts to go back to when he was watching Bella's torture, knowing Edward would see it just as he had.

Edward stiffened as he was forced to watch as four men dragged his sister Bella – as a human – into the town square, she was thrashing about and screaming that she was innocent, they didn't listen. He watched as the crowd jeered and the Mayor spoke telling the crowd that the heathen girl was a witch but had not confessed. The crowd demanded a confession and the Mayor agreed. Edward was so absorbed by his Dad's memories the first swat took him completely by surprise. He yelped in pain before gritting his teeth to try and take the spanking in silence.

Carlisle allowed Edward to watch the memories as he brought his hand down hard on Edward's bottom. After the bootikens crushed her legs on the second day, the next day was another day for whipping; his swats were in time with the lashes from the horsewhips the three men used on Bella.

Edward didn't realise it, but he was so absorbed in his Dad's memory he too was crying out at the lashes of the whip, only he knew the spanking he was getting was nothing compared to the whipping his sister had endured. He didn't even realise he was sobbing as he watched her get her fingernails and toenails torn out, with needles rammed into the bleeding sensitive fingers and toes.

Carlisle was giving Edward a double whammy, he was spanking hard and fast, but he was also mentally making sure he understood how erroneous his mistake was. He moved the focus of his swats to Edward's sit spots, wanting to make sure Edward felt this every time he sat down for a good while. He focused on the fifth day of torture, yet another whipping. 'See the two being handed the whips? The taller man was her father, the shorter her older brother, only he's only ten months older than her, growing up you'd never find two as close as those two,' Carlisle thought at his son.

Edward couldn't take the double-pronged assault anymore, he knew of course the end of Bella's human life was horrific, but Bella normally shielded Carlisle's thoughts and while she'd shared her side, she was in too much pain to really see everything… Carlisle wasn't. He broke down into gut wrenching sobs, going completely limp over Carlisle's knee and just sobbing.

Normally this would be where Carlisle would end the spanking, but he wanted to make sure nothing like this would ever happen again so he kept going. He brought his hand down on the tops of Edward's thighs and thought about the last day of torture, the strappado. He focused not on Bella, who by this point had no fight in her, but on the watching crowd who appeared completely bored. He finished up the spanking as his memory showed him walking into Bella's cell and seeing her battered and broken body.

All Edward could do was sob, he sobbed because his whole rear end was on fire, from the top of his bottom down to half way down his thighs, and he knew he would be sitting sore for a few days to come. This however didn't come close to the pain he knew Bella had suffered though, pain he told her she deserved.

Carlisle released his grip on Edward's hand and legs and rubbed his back. "It's ok Little Man, it's ok, all over now, easy," he soothed.

Edward sobbed hard over Carlisle's knee, he might not have been able to produce tears, but that didn't make his sobs any less heartfelt.

Carlisle reached down and helped Edward stand up, standing up himself and wrapping his arms around his son. "I'm got you Little Man, it's ok, Daddy's here, shh, you're ok," he crooned. "Bella, shield please," he requested softly.

Edward clutched at his Dad and sobbed hard into his neck, he was the shortest of his brothers at five foot eleven inches and so he was shorter than his Dad, it felt nice being wrapped in his arms.

Carlisle held Edward until his sobs began to taper off and calm down. "You're ok Little Man, I love you son, and I'm so proud of you," he reassured.

Edward clutched tighter to Carlisle and shook his head. "I… she… no one," he struggled for words.

"I know Little Man, I know, I'm so proud of you for realising and accepting that. Why don't you go and speak to Bella for a moment? I'm sure she'll appreciate knowing you don't believe what you said," Carlisle suggested.

Edward nodded and bent down to pull up his boxers, wincing when the material chaffed against his bottom.

"It might be wise to change into a pair of sweats first son," Carlisle advised wily. He ruffled his son's hair laughing, as the disaster that was his hair didn't look any worse than it usually did.

"I know, it's a rats nest," Edward complained grinning.

"You've got that right Little Man, now get moving," Carlisle ordered playfully.

Edward nodded and picked up his jeans before walking stiffly from his Dad's study. He paused at the door. "I love you too Dad," he murmured softly. He hurried out of the study then, once he was out of the door and had closed it behind him his hands went to his bottom and he rubbed it wincing.

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Well there you go, that was chapter 6. Let me know what you thought please.