Sorry this wasn't truly Betaed,but I wanted to get this out for you guys Finally. Hope you like it (even with my Dyslexia(if you can't tell by it's spelling...))

Carlisle didn't have time to tell his family, so he just took off to England. To his old home. The note had said to come 'home' in 24 hours or Edward would be tortured then sentenced to death. His bitch of a father was going to hurt his son and that really ticked him off. He was the father now, he didn't make the mistake of hurting his children and he wasn't going to let HIS Father hurt HIS son. He would protect his child, no matter what the threat was.

As he reached the end of his trip, he stopped in front of his old house. Memories flooded his mind. Some good but mostly bad, cautiously he opened the door and walked in. Carlisle didn't have even a second to think before his hands were tied behind his back and he was brutally dragged to the dark basement. He smelled Edward right away and his dead heart almost broke. When his father's face came into view, he snarled.

"If you've hurt him, I will kill you." Carlisle yelled. Mr. Cullen laughed. "Oh don't worry, I haven't. I was just waiting for you to get here, now the torture can really start." He smirked. Carlisle was chained standing to a wall, arms above his head. He squirmed slightly, feeling very vulnerable. Edward's mangled body was brought in; he struggled limply while being strapped to the opposite wall. "Now the torture can begin." Mr. Cullen laughed.

Edward whimpered slightly when he saw his father across from him. "Dad? What the HELL!" He turned to the bastered. " You son of a Bitch. How could you lure him here? He is still recovering! What coward does that?" The imbecile to his left drew back his hand to slap him, but Edward saw it and clamped his teeth into the flesh, then kicked him in the gut leaving him withering on the ground as Edward's venom burned in his system.

"You...little...shit!" He finally choked out. Once the venom's burn slowly went away, Mr. Cullen smiled. "Now, Now Edward, I'd be good or your weak father will pay dearly."

"You will not touch him!" Edward snarled. Mr. Cullen just laughed and walked over to Carlisle. "Quite a mouth your son has. Probably gets it from you." He backhanded him across the face.

"Now Edward, let me make you a deal. Your stupid father will be free if you become my son. Simple as that. What do you say?" Mr. Cullen asked. Edward looked at his father. "Edward, don't do it. Please." Carlisle pleaded. A guard punched Carlisle in the face, shutting him up. "I refuse to be your son. I will never be yours. NEVER!" Edward snarled

"Oh now you've gone and hurt my feelings, Edward. But I'll get used to the idea. Believe me you Will be my son." Eric had started the fire in the grate at the back of the room and was poking it gently with a metal rod, stirring it to life. Mr. Cullen snatched it off of him, tip glowing, and pointed it at Edward.

"Carlisle! Do you remember this one? It was a favorite of mine... you cried for hours after just the first. Now let's see if Edward can handle it better then you." He started for Edward with an evil gleam in his eye.

"No! Don't hurt him! I'll take it! Just leave him alone!" Carlisle screamed franticly. Mr. Cullen stopped. "Oh really? You'd take the burn yourself instead of Edward? Very brave" He smirked mockingly.

"Yes Yes Yes! Please!" Carlisle pleaded. Edward looked at his father in shock. Never had he seen him so distressed and panicked.

Edward gave the older man a look that could have killed a human. "Mr. Cullen I'll make you a proposition. If I take every punishment without yelling you don't hurt my Father." Mr. Cullen looked at Edward weighing his options. "You have three chances Edward, when they expire not only will Carlisle be given the same punishment but you will submit and become my son." Edward took one look at his father and nodded clenching his jaw so tightly Carlisle though it would snap.

Mr. Cullen chuckled. "Alright then. Let's see how you do with this one." He suddenly pressed the poker to Edward's arm hard, giving him no time to prepare. Edward couldn't help the cry that escaped his lips. "Edward!" Carlisle yelled. "Strike one!" Mr. Cullen yelled.

"Please! Please don't hurt him!" Edward begged. Mr. Cullen smiled. "Well, we made a deal Edward. This could all go away if you agree to be my son." Edward snarled. "Never! I'd rather die than be your son." Mr. Cullen tutted. "That is a shame. Your stupid, retarded father is a lame excuse for a son. You will make a great replacement. It will just take time." He said. Mr. Cullen walked over to Carlisle.

Carlisle just looked at Edward "Edward its okay. Calm down, son...grunt" Mr. Cullen applied the rod to Carlisle's almost-healed chest. When he didn't cry out in pain, the bastered pushed it harder into his tender flesh smiling when he finally gave a cry of pain. Carlisle had tried so hard not to scream, but he just couldn't keep it in.

Edward watched his father be tortured. He cried out with him and felt his pain along with the pain of failing him, but he started hearing Carlisle speak to him in his mind. "It's okay, son. Don't think about it Edward. Everything's alright lad." his mantras calmed Edward enough to realize Mr. Cullen was coming at him with another medieval devise.

"Now, for the next test. Both of you will get this one so you can suffer together." Mr. Cullen said. He held two huge gas tanks and masks. He put one over Edward's mouth and nose and one of Carlisle's. He flipped the switch on. "The gas will make you extremely thirsty and weak. You won't even be able to fight back against this." Mr. Cullen punched Carlisle in the face. He could only moan in pain. The guards released the ropes that bound them and Edward and Carlisle slowly crawled over to each other.

Edward grabbed Carlisle first, though it was pain stacking slow to reach him. He wanted to grab the mask off. Not just because of it harmful gases, but how irritating it was to have it stick out from his face. Carlisle pulled Edward to his chest. His son was strong but this was horrible and the pain showed amid the panic in his eyes. He shouldn't have to meet pain, ever. At least in Carlisle's eyes. Edward just held on to Carlisle, leaning on him, the gases were defiantly working and fast. He was feeling exhausted, energy drained.

They sat there in silence, both breathing heavily. "Edward, are you doing okay?" Carlisle breathed. His vision was blurring slightly. The colors of the wall were mixing together. "Y…yeah." Edward said, eyes closed. Carlisle patted Edward's shoulder comfortingly. He suddenly started shaking, almost as if he were freezing cold. "Carlisle, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Edward asked worriedly. Carlisle nodded while shaking.

Edward held onto Carlisle, pushing them toward the wall and letting Carlisle lean against it. Carlisle had given up on speaking out loud seeing he could not scream at his father or comfort Edward as his thoughts were full of fear as well. Edward had been losing breath slowly and was also having his vision blurred until he couldn't even tell you what the room looked like, as it was a tie-dye of black robes and off white walls. What was happening? He felt so cold he moved as close to his father as he could, trying to feel his calmness.

Carlisle pulled Edward close, still shaking. He closed his eye, gritting his teeth against the pain. Images and flashbacks swam in his vision. Carlisle finally sank to his knees, clutching his head. Edward sat against the wall, trying to control his breathing. He wrapped his arms around his father. Carlisle felt unusually warm for a vampire. Almost as if he was running a fever.

Edward watched the horrid things pass though Carlisle's eyes and mind while trying his best not to poke a pink vamp-eating-bunny in the nose. Edward felt both extremes of hot and cold as they bounced thought his body making him feel an itch in his the back of his throat. Suddenly Edward was pulled away from Carlisle into strange arms. His eyes swam though the person features obscuring his face, but the person took off the mask and offered soothing words that sounded nice and also foreign...wrong. He instantly knew who it was when he looked straight into their mind. Mr. Cullen had been trying to win Edward over with his version of Stockton syndrome.

"Put...Me...down!" Edward gasped. Mr. Cullen chuckled. "You are just one step closer to being my son." Edward's eyes widened. He closed his eyes, colors swimming in his vision. He was chained on the wall again along with Carlisle. "Since you showed signs of improving, you won't have to take the torture." Mr. Cullen explained. Edward was only aware of someone talking; he couldn't make out the words.

Mr. Cullen pulled out a 1000wat tazer and walked toward Carlisle. "Let's see how well you take 1000 volts of electricity coursing through your body along with those hallucinates." He jabbed the tazer in Carlisle's neck, right where he was bitten. He screamed out in agony. Carlisle's senses were on overload. He finally just collapsed in his bonds, not breathing or moving. His entire mind was pain, suffering and death. He looked like death warmed over.

Edward screamed along with Carlisle, he was in a dazed state, felt as his own pain though his father's mind. Forcing himself to stay focused on the really world and looked Mr. Cullen in the eye. "You asshole. We had a deal and you dishonored it. How could you do something so horrid, and to your own son?" It was a quite statement but full of disgust and rebuke.

"You think I'm cruel? Well your right Edward. I'm cruel, and I will have my way, boy. You will Be My Son." Edward looked into his eyes and smiled with pity.

"You've never been a father, have you?"

Ha! You thought this was part of the story ritght? Well this is my way to get to ask you...What you think? Please take two seconds to at least write Good/Bad! It helps you know!

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(ill fix the carlisle spelling one of these days...)