Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters; I'm just borrowing them for a bit. I'm not making any money for this fan fiction (But I can wish)

AN: SeeingSasha has pointed out that in London during the 1920's homosexuals were being rounded up and prosecuted, so unfortunately parts of my story will be AU otherwise the plot just wouldn't make much sense. Thank you SeeingSasha for the review.

Chapter Three

It was perhaps about a week later and Daithi and I were up a tree strangely enough just talking as we watched the people go by from our perches.

We had been talking about a few of my past victims and we'd started talking about Rosalie's unfortunate turning.

"If it's any consolation if I had been in Rochester at the time and had come across Royce and his cohorts they would all have ended up with notes stuck to their noses." I smiled at the thought, I'm sure Rosalie would appreciate it, I took an unnecessary deep breath and asked the question I'd been wanting to since I'd met Daithi.

"Daithi, how do you know people's crimes? Is it your gift, or do you follow them?" I asked peeking at Daithi's expression as I asked.

He didn't look angry, he looked amused to be honest "I was wondering when you would ask me that Carlisle, like your Edward I had a sort of sixth sense as a human, I just always knew things about people, but the things that stood out the most to me were always the bad things people had done."

Daithi looked out across the park and I sensed he had more to say so I just waited "when I was turned into a vampire my sixth sense changed drastically, when I touch someone I see their whole lived from their point of view, that is also why I always where gloves unless I'm hunting"

I sat there shocked his gift was similar to Aro's except that he didn't hear their thought but saw their actions. No wonder I always saw him wearing gloves, in fat tonight he was wearing dark green gloved that matched his shirt.

"So you can only see things when you touch someone with your hands?"

"No, but hands are the only part of my body which absolute strangers would touch" he replied

"So if I were to do this" I raised my hand and gently cupped his cheek and watched as his ruby red eyes glazed over, it was about five minutes later when he took my hand off his cheek with an awed look on his face "Carlisle, you are one of the most amazing people I've ever met" he whispered.

I only had about a month left before my ship to the USA would set sail, Daithi and I were having 'dinner' in my suite, well the hotel workers thought we were eating the two steaks and potatoes that we had sent up. Instead we were just talking on the sofa strangely enough it seemed like Daithi and I never ran out of thing's to talk about and our silences when we had them were comforting and not uncomfortable.

Suddenly Daithi turned to me and whispered "I'm so sorry Carlisle" what! He'd done nothing wrong. "Whatever for?" I asked stunned, maybe he was leaving to hunt, no he'd fed last night on a serial killer.

He leant forwards and pressed his soft lips against mine, when I was too shocked to do anything he quickly pulled away looking ashamed "your friendship isn't enough for me anymore, in the last two months I've fallen in love with you Carlisle"

I looked at his wary yet hopeful face and the only thought that came to my head was, screw society and its views as I pulled him towards me and kissed him back, he immediately put his arms around my neck and shifted closer, briefly a long forgotten human memory came back to me of me kissing a boy in my bedroom whilst my father was at some town council meeting and being scared of him coming home early and finding us.

I lifted Daithi into my arms and stood up from the sofa and walked towards the bedroom at human pace "I love you too Daithi"

For the next two weeks my angel Daithi and I walked, talked and made love at every chance we had, he taught me hundreds of dances and he listened eager as any medical student ever had to my hospital anecdotes and was fascinated with my work. I also accompanied him as he found six more victims, one victim of his had in fact been causing me major troubles at the hospital with the poison no one could identify killing his victims, I'd lost twelve patients to him.

Daithi had taken offense to this and hunted the man down.

I finally worked up the courage to commission two gold rings they both had inscriptions on them my ring had 'Daithi's since 1928' and his had 'Carlisle's since 1928' the jewellery store owner had been slightly confused at the inscriptions, naturally he didn't know that we were vampires and live for hundreds of years.

That very same night at three o'clock in the morning, in the middle of Hyde Park I got down on one knee and pulled the blue velvet box out of my coat pocket "Daithi, my beautiful dancer, one day I'm sure the human race will wise up and allow two men to marry but until then I offer you this ring as a sign of commitment, do you accept?"

I found myself flat on my back being peppered with kissed by an exited Daithi, not that I was complaining of course. "Is this a yes?"

"YES! Of course Carlisle, I love you so much, one day we will get married" he said excitedly as he pulled off the brown leather glove I'd bought him a few days before and let me slip on his ring, he laughed at the inscription "that's right, mine" we kissed and made plans for Daithi to come to America with me.

Unfortunately when we only had one night left in London disaster struck, I'd gone hunting to prepare myself for the long trip on the ship and had taken longer than usual. When I entered the suite there was no sign of Gabriel but I wasn't worried he was probably just taking a while to find a victim, well thought that until I found the note on the bed.

Carlisle, my Doctor

Whilst you were hunting I received a telegram from my Sire, he is summoning me back to his side. I'm taking the 6:00 ferry to France. What I need to know is, will you be waiting for me, or is it too much to ask my darling? If I don't find a way to contact you by this date in one century then I am dead. Please wherever you go keep your real name so I can find you Carlisle Cullen, and I will find you somehow if I am alive I promise. I will always wear my ring and be faithful to you. I will love you for eternity.

Your Dancer Daithi.

Underneath the note in a silver frame was a photograph of us walking together, he was close to me and I had my arm around his slim waist. We looked to be deep in conversation, I remember about a week ago there was a flash from a camera but I hadn't thought it had captured us, Daithi must have gone back later and bought it.

I checked my pocket watch 6:45 am I'd missed him and now the sun was rising, I could always swim to France but I knew he wouldn't want me too and I also knew he'd never go against his Sire's wishes, he'd never told me who his Sire was, apparently his turning hadn't been pleasant.

I gently folded the note and placed it in the back of the picture frame, as I sat in my cabin on the S.S Corteo that evening I took out the photograph and sobbed brokenly.