Hanna watched as Carlisle read, his eyes glancing over the pages. He didn't know she had woken up yet. She had been careful not to change her breathing too much. He looked peaceful in the world of his literature. Aro had been right, she was still tired but not as much, and she was all healed up for the most part. Carlisle certainly did deserve the title he got for being one of the best doctors Forks had ever seen.
"Carlisle, why aren't you at home?" She asked and he turned his eyes to her, and a smile stretched his lips. He returned his eyes to his book, finished the paragraph he had been reading, and then closed the book and set it aside. He got to his feet, he did all of this very slowly, as if not to frighten her.
"I was going to come and visit you, with Edward, Alice and Jasper, but the plane had taken off a few minutes after I had gotten there. I took the next one and got here right as Aro took you in here. I passed him the hallway and he nodded to your limp body. You looked dead Hanna. All that blood, no sign of life in your eyes or lips, you stared without sight. But your heart was still slowly beating. I started to hum a lullaby I used to sing to you, to help you fall asleep. You stirred, but it helped you fall asleep so that it would be easier for me to work." Carlisle explained and Hanna nodded, her neck stiff.
"I've betrayed you though, why are you still here?" Hanna asked, her eyes tearing up as the ring on her finger glinted. She wanted to throw the ring away. Carlisle smiled sadly and sat next to her on the bed. He ran a hand through her hair.
"You haven't betrayed me, you simply did what you could to get ahead." Carlisle suggested and Hanna closed her eyes, the tears overflowing and falling into her hair.
"I betrayed myself Carlisle. I've become one of them, one of the monsters that killed my brother and ruined my life. I became one of them without a thought of doubt. Now I'm stuck with Aro for the rest of our existence. There's no way he would let me sleep into another cycle." Hanna began to whimper and sob, and Carlisle pulled her into his lap, cradling her form that fit so perfectly against his. They had a past love, there was still love there for each other, but not the same kind. It would never be the same. She had once had Edward and he had Esme.
"You're right Hanna, he wouldn't. But neither one of us knows what will happen to you if you don't let that body of yours heal up and rest for a few years in that sleep. What will happen if you live for too long, will that body crumble and turn to dust like a human's, or will you continue to live?" He suggested and the thought was scary, that if Hanna didn't hibernate, then she could die. It was a possibility, very small, but it was there.
"You wont let me die, will you?" She asked in a voice that seemed too small. Carlisle hugged her tighter.
"You know I will do everything in my power to prevent that from happening, Hanna," He whispered, kissed the top of her head then laid her down in the bed, in a comfortable position.
"Now get some rest Hanna, Aro will need you be strong," he whispered, then went back to his chair, took his book off the table next to the chair and opened to the page he had been reading from. He shot her a quick glance and continued reading.
Then he began to hum that terribly soothing lullaby and Hanna rolled onto her side and fell into a nightmare.
That is hunger in his eyes, hunger for her blood, for her death. He walked forward and took her in his arms, murmuring soft nothings into her ear, calming down her beating heart, so it barely crawled in her chest. He raised her hand to his lips, kissed her palm, then ripped the finger from her hand using his teeth, blood coated his lips and he licked it off gracefully. He threw the ring and the finger into the water behind him, it gave a soft sound as it landed in the underwater grave. He kissed the blood, his lips bright red, then her heart was in his hand, it was turning to dust and then the pain came and she was a goner. She fell into that water, the world around her going dark, and she couldn't breath. She couldn't remember anything but the color of golden topaz and that cruel, lopsided smirk.