-- Infactuation --

-- Suicide --

Why can't I die?

Why the hell can't I die?

Carlisle stood strong, albeit a little faint from fatigue, purely from not having eaten... Sorry.. No, purely from not having what exactly?

But other than that, he was alive.

Not breathing.

Not scathed in any way, shape or form...

He was there.

In all god-like beauty, alive and.. Well

Won't anything work?

Won't anything kill me?

Carlisle swallowed as realisation hit him hard. Harder than the awakening had..

Harder that the thirst had.

Being what he was.. Had made him almost immortal. Knowing now, that he was alone. He couldn't turn to anyone for help or guidance, yet, what guidance would be offered to a suicidal demonic monster?

He laughed aloud at the thought, shaking his head.

Drowning... Nope. For I didn't need to breathe.

Cutting... Nope. For one, I didn't bleed, and even if I had of done, what would get through this skin?

Shooting... No. Marble like skin was a bloody protective barrier...

Hanging. No. Didn't need to breathe, once again. Failed attempt.

Overdose. No. This body wouldn't be affected, I'm already dead in technical sense.

So what was left?

Starvation...

Maybe at some point, his mind had thought that restricting his body of food, that being blood. That it would die.

That theory had been wrong.

Severely wrong.

No.. Not even that works.. It only makes me weak.. Not weak enough to die, but weak enough for immense pain...

How did you kill a monster exactly?