Disclaimer:

Me: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters associated with it, and Edward won't but in again.

Edward: Hi, how are you going to stop me, nope, baseball bats don't work on vampires.... or chainsaws.

Me: Oh well...

I talked to Carlisle for a while and explained everything I'd done. He was particularly amused by the fact that I'd ran all that way with the piano. He was most intrigued at how I'd improved my mind reading abilities, and suddenly seemed uncomfortable that I could read his mind. I had to reassure him that I was

ignoring his thoughts. It's funny how everyone in our family reacted when they found that out, but I'll get to the others later.

He felt half disgusted at some of the things I'd done to people, but didn't show it even though I could read traces of his thoughts, and couldn't help it. He had apparently moved about a year after I'd started attacking humans, he'd hoped for that time that I'd come back, but I hadn't. He eventually couldn't take hearing about what I'd done, and left. That was about the same time that I'd left. I can't remember the names of the various places I went to, but I remember that I'd always run so fast to the next place in expectation of the next meal, that I think that was how I ended up faster than others of my kind.

Apparently Carlisle had moved to Madison, and there got a job very easily as a doctor. He said that there wasn't much else to tell, and was thinking about something strange, like a deer he'd hunted or something. I was sure that there was something he was trying to hide, and, though I knew it was wrong, I listened to his thoughts at times to try and figure him out. It seems there was something troubling him greatly.

I hadn't told Carlisle I knew about this, until recently to ask his permission to write it. I'm not betraying him by telling you, though I think he would rather it remain buried. From his thoughts I picked up brief images of a woman that he treated in hospital soon after he'd moved to Madison. She was average looking, but he remembered the smell of her blood, and had come close to letting his instincts take a hold of him. Her blood had smelt the same to him as Bella's had to me, she had been his 'singer', it's clear to me now. He remembered how horribly injured she was, and how he'd run off, for fear of losing control. She had died, albeit a week later, and he blamed himself for it, because he'd delayed treatment by running off.

Also, he'd believed he could have changed her, but he didn't want her to end up making the same decision as me. He reflected on that a lot for a while, but eventually he pushed it from his mind.

I was very glad I'd been accepted so well, and the new life seemed perfect, I could be around humans quite easily, as I'd had to stop myself from killing innocents before. So in order to keep myself occupied I went to high school. Of course I had to wait a couple of months feeding only on animals, and in that time I learnt to play the piano much better, but it was well worth it. It would have probably seemed like the most ridiculous idea a vampire had ever had, but what else could take up my spare time?

I had sorted out the perfect story with Carlisle, so nothing could be said to doubt it. He had offered to foster me a while back, but I had refused, I didn't 'need' parents. After a time I came looking for him to say I'd changed my mind. Carlisle had drawn up the papers so it would look official, so then I was Edward Cullen.

I was so nervous the first time I walked into the school, my eyes had finally changed enough to be acceptable to the other kids, so I walked in. It was so hard to focus on anything with all of that human scent around me, but I dealt with it.

I remember that, at first, I sat in lesson and listened to the kids thoughts, and watched them blush as I turned to look at them. I knew that vampires were all particularly appealing to the human eye, but it still shocked me to hear what the girls thought of me, and how jealous the boys were. I sat by myself a lot. Though people admired me in their own ways, they still had this fear of approaching me, the fear was mainly justified by the fact that the girls didn't stand a chance, and the boys wouldn't be seen dead with me. I was so amazed by people's reactions that I forgot completely about everything else for the day.

The next day, having hunted and played the piano that night, I went into school, same as before, but things had changed. People had noticed how I moved flawlessly, and discussed it with their friends, how sometimes I seemed not to breathe or blink. Someone even said how cold I was as I handed them something they'd dropped. Mostly what consumed their thoughts was how still I could sit or stand, like I was dead.

I went home early that day, claiming not to feel well, I didn't let anyone check my temperature, though. I just left, explaining my reasons, not the true ones, of course.

When I got back, Carlisle was out at work. I had expected it, but it still disappointed me that he wasn't there, I needed him to help me act human. With nothing to do, I went to see him at work. It was a rainy day, as it often was at that time of year, so I didn't need to be careful at all, in that sense at least.

I asked at reception, and the woman blushed and nodded. She took me up to where he was working, apparently he was working in the children's ward, giving them medication. On the way to the children's ward, we had to pass the mental patients, who, Carlisle had said, could see us for what we were. It was very unnerving having them all stare at me as I walked through, they were terrified and kept saying;

"The cold one's here, the cold one... he'll kill us..."

They were terrified out of their minds and started trying to pull themselves out of their bonds that were holding them down. They settled as soon as we'd gone through. Once we'd got through the door the receptionist told me not to worry, they weren't dangerous, they just saw danger where it wasn't.

We got to Carlisle and he looked shocked to see me, his immediate thought being that I'd hurt or killed someone, before rebuking himself to be more sensible in his opinions. He finished giving the emaciated child some antibiotics. He felt so sad. I saw in his thoughts that she was going to die, and no amount of antibiotics could help that...

The receptionist left and muttered about the poor children. I knew she didn't have to walk me up to the children's ward, she just liked to see the children, she had a life outside of a receptionist, but to most of the people that came and went, that was all she was.

Carlisle took the time off work to talk to me at home, not wanting anyone to overhear our more than slightly unusual conversation. He made sure someone else could take over and left. He always had time for me, and since he was such a great doctor, they would never fire him. He was very lucky in that.

Authors note:
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