I don't own Twilight or it's characters, and thank you to my beta, Catriona, you rock :-)
Father
As soon as I could hear Carlisle's car speeding down the motorway, I broke into a desperate run towards him. I met his car still on the road, and ran along side it, parallel, but hidden in the thick forest. When he pulled in to the drive and got out of the car, I ran up and pounced on him with such force I knocked him over. I hadn't meant to do that.
He was taken aback, but probably recognized my scent heading towards him at lightning speed, and knew not to take a defensive stance. We flew into the ground, with a huge crack to the driveway, and continued to slide along the ground for another few seconds. I had launched myself with a lot more force than I had meant.
Carlisle just looked at me when we halted, I pressed my head into his chest and sobbed dry tears, a slight amount of venom even leaking out of my squeezed tight eyes. He must have been confused, but he patted me on the head comfortingly and slowly sat up. "Alice, what's wrong?" he asked me gently, after my violent sobs had clamed to just trembles. His hands were hugging me to him, and running through my short hair soothingly.
This is what a father should do. Comfort their daughter if she was in distress, not punish her and banish her from her home for visions that were not her fault. Carlisle was patient and kind and compassionate, there was never enough he could do for us, his adopted family. Huh, Adopted I'd never thought of it that way. It was ironic how one family had expelled and rejected me, my own family, yet this stranger had welcomed me with open arms when I turned up on his doorstep thirty-one years later. He was the greatest man alive in my eyes; no one could match his compassion, his strong morals, his unconditional love, his total willingness to forgive and forget any who sought his forgiveness.
Carlisle was a real father; he was the one who supported me through those first months adjusting to my new diet, when I wanted nothing more than to rip out the neck of a human and drink from the fountain of blood that would spew. There was nothing Carlisle wouldn't do for us, he moved us around from state to state whenever one of us blew our cover, never blaming us for uprooting the family and forcing us to flee.
He was always there for us, and when I finally looked up and met his concerned eyes, I told him everything. I told him about my visions of the past, I told him about my wretched family sending me away, most likely to my death, and I thanked him for being my father. From the bottom of my heavy rock heart, I thanked him.
We were still sitting in the driveway, on top of each other. I felt a sudden wave of embarrassment sweep over me. If I could, I would have blushed. I had jumped on him like an excited four-year-old greeting her father on his return from a long business trip. I doubt Richard would have ever loved me enough to put up with an eager hug when I was his child.
Carlisle helped me up and held my hand, walking me to the house. The home he had made me feel like such a valuable component of. His empathetic eyes never left me, feeling my pain as we took human speed steps to the mansion. I was still sniffing, and Carlisle waited in silence for me to talk again, to tell him what was wrong. Once in the house another vision struck me, this one, the most terrifying yet.
AN: Sorry it took so long... Coursework, but it's over now! mu ah ha ha ha!