FAGEtastic Four
Written for: Cullen Cousin
Chapter Words Minus ANs: 8,680
AN: Unfortunately, I did not create these characters, but thanks to Stephenie Meyer I am allowed to play with them for my enjoyment and mold them to my imagination.
Again, special thanks to readingmama (vampmama) and abbymickey24 for their encouragement, support, and pre-reading. An extra special thanks to QuantumFizzx and hlsmith for their beta work.
I would like to thank each one of you who have left a review. Each one tickles me and a few have tickled my funny bone. Many of your questions will be answered. I will say chapter four will be interesting, or at least I hope so. :D
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Chapter 3 – Chance Encounters ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
CPOV
After Bella falls asleep, I sit there and watch her like the stalker I do not want to be. She is beautiful, even in sleep. Soft, pale skin, high cheekbones, perfect bow-shaped lips, and attractive natural eyebrows. Her murmurs and uncontrollable flutters kept me enthralled with each movement, the jerking of her small hand, the lift at the corner of her lips, small button nose that twitches, and the fluttering of her eyes under the lids.
Fifteen minutes later, her petite body suddenly jolts, as humans tend to do when their body feels as though it is falling, and then she lets out a low moan. As my body begins to come alive, I take it as my cue to leave, but linger at her bedside for a moment, fighting the impulse to brush a wisp of hair from her impeccable, heart-shaped face.
Everything in me seems to be pushing me toward her, but I am a gentleman first. At the same time, I have not accepted this as a mating pull. The reaction from Edward and Rosalie meeting their mate was so intense I could practically feel the effects from each of their mating pulls, too.
Once Esme and Emmett woke from the change and acknowledged their mate, the heaviness of Edward and Rosalie's reactions eased. They were once again able to recognize me and realize I was not a threat to their mate, so their slow, low snarls stopped. Unfortunately, they returned as soon as their newborn mate saw me.
It took at least a full month before I was allowed within fifty feet of Edward or Rosalie. Emmett was the worst because three unknown vampires were a threat to his mate. As a result, he took off with Rosalie in his arms. It took her two days to convince him to return to the house. Fortunately, we had moved to Northern Canada during Emmett's change and were at least one hundred miles from humans.
Once they returned though, he would not let her out of his sight. We could not be in the same room she occupied for the next six weeks. Once he realized we were not a threat, his true personality came out full force, and he became the best friend and brother anyone could ask for.
Finally pulling myself away from her, I return to the ER and the day-to-day activities before Isabella Swan entered my life, but the thought of her never leaves. Females still flirt. Males still glare, or in some cases, stare. I am still uninterested in their advances. The difference now is I find myself disgusted with their attempts, especially the married ones, at vying for my attentions. Something I never used to pay any attention. The humans around me are not acting any different than they have before, but I feel as though I just woke from a medically induced coma and am seeing everything for the first time in years.
As eight o'clock nears, my nerves begin to build, coupled with a twinge of excitement. Nurse Linda enters the room as I finish gauzing my current patient. "Okay, Mr. Weber, Joshua will need to keep these stitches from getting wet for the next several days. Give this note to the receptionist and schedule an appointment to get his stitches removed ten days from today. She will give you some waterproof adhesive dressing pads which will keep the area dry while he takes a bath."
"Dr. Cullen, I don't need those pads. I promise to keep the stitches dry."
"Joshua, you are not going without a bath for ten days. Now, thank Dr. Cullen." Mr. Weber tells his son. The young boy drops his head in defeat. "It means a proper thank you, son."
The boy picks up his head and looks me in the eye, "Thank you for fixing my arm, Dr. Cullen".
"You are quite welcome, Joshua. I will see you again in ten days." Joshua jumps from the hospital table and walks out the door hand-in-hand with his father. I watch them leave. It lifts my spirits a bit to see there are still some decent people out there with good morals, values, respect, and will teach their children those same qualities.
Being a Doctor throughout the years has given me an understanding of the personality and social changes in the world around me. One of the reasons I enjoy living amongst humans is, it keeps this long existence from becoming dull, making it easier to adapt.
There are many vampires, who shelter themselves from the humans and nomad vampires, running around with "old world" mind-set in how they dress, act, and speak. When they encounter modern day humans, other than to feed, these vampires are viewed as kooks.
The last sixty years, humans have just grown increasingly disrespectful and rude toward each other. They crave power and control over others, especially the ones deemed weak, or useless. Therefore, it warms my heart to see someone like Mr. Weber still teaching his children how to be respectful, polite, and kind.
"Are you ready for the discharge of Miss Swan, Dr. Cullen?" She gives, what appears to be, a knowing look. I just nod before leading the way toward Bella's room.
When we arrive, Charlie is already here talking with his daughter. We ask him to leave. Nurse Linda checks Bella's stats while I ask my patient a series of questions before signing her discharge paperwork.
Nurse Linda walks out the door. Charlie walks in the room as I give Bella her care instructions once again, reminding her to schedule a follow-up appointment in three weeks' time. "Here is my business card. Please call me if you have any problems, Bella." I was not about to make the same mistake as I did earlier when I addressed her formally, but I see Charlie's posture tense as soon as I address his daughter.
Charlie crosses his arms with a huff and says, "Thank you, Dr. Cullen" as Bella puts my card in her back pocket.
It appears Chief Swan does not share his daughter's view on our informal address. I have been pushing against every instinct my body gives me and have only been professional, have I not? Maybe he sees something I do not believe is there. I will have to think about it later.
In an attempt to distract myself from giving into the urge to grab her and not let her leave my sight, I look down at the chart as they walk out of the room. Get a grip on yourself, I chastise. Once I hear them turn the corner toward the reception desk, I leave the room and take her chart to the nurse's station before performing my end of shift rounds and tasks.
I ignore the dull ache settling within me for some unknown, or better yet, unaccepted, reason. The feeling first started as soon as I left exam room four and is completely foreign to me, but I did not make the connection until after my unsettling conversation with Jasper. Like the other physical reaction I refused to mention during our talk, I would not mention the ache I have been experiencing since leaving her in the exam room, even though he may have felt it anyway. There is no man who wants to sound emasculated in such a manner; I am no exception. I can only imagine the rushed conversation:
When her scent hit me, I swear my schlong was jumping for joy. Then when I left the exam room, this throbbing began coursing through my body, making me feel as though my blood was flowing through me again, even now. Oh yeah, and I like it! I just want to glue myself to her side, so I never have to feel this way again. What do you think? Do you think I should do this? *with "puppy dog" excitement*
Oh yeah, it does not sound like a schoolgirl at all. Nope, perfectly normal. I tell myself, with an internal eye roll for these irrational thoughts. I do what I can to ignore the twinge of pain I feel now, which is the only thing I can relate to this physical feeling encompassing me. I truly feel a bit like a poltroon, but it is certainly natural to feel what I am when you have been in a long-term relationship, is it not? However, I am not in a relationship. Even with access to hospital gossip and Bella's medical file, I hardly know the girl; she knows even less about me.
I head to the nurse's station, brief the staff of each patient's status, especially the critical patients, while trying to ignore her sitting in the waiting area. My peripheral vision can clearly see her watching me, but I fight the compulsion to look her way, or go to her. I know I need to excuse myself when it seems my heart begins to tighten watching her walk out the door, away from me.
My shift finishes and I head home, knowing the house will be nearly empty. By the time I arrive, it is noon. Edward and Esme are in Denali for a weekend hunt and visit with the cousins. Emmett, Rosalie, and Alice are in New York this weekend for a shopping trip, thanks to Jasper's suggestion. How he managed to stay home, I may never know.
As I enter the house, I see Jasper reading a book in the living room, but I go directly to my study and bury myself into refreshing my memory of our kind's mating antiquities from the various notes I have made since even before staying with the Voluturi. I bury myself in researching the assorted histories I have observed. Unfortunately, I only ever witnessed vampires mating with other vampires. There are very few documented cases of our mating with humans. My family seems to also be unique in this area.
After hours of research, I surmise it has more to do with the fact our family chooses to live amongst humans, which broadens our opportunity to encounter a mate. When vampires are focused on hunting mortals as a food source, they tend to see nothing more than a meal. To most human drinking of our kind, people do not have sons, daughters, wives, mothers, husbands, fathers, sisters, or brothers. Many do not have friends, or jobs. Some "natural-drinking" vampires even choose to feed from what they deem to be the lowest class… drug dealers, drug users, rapists, murderers, etc. Others choose to help ease the pain and suffering of those on their deathbed.
Edward and Esme are the first to arrive home, but I continue my task. When he knows I am researching, it helps distract me with the added bonus of Edward not bothering me. I also know my thoughts are safe, but to be sure, I keep thoughts of Bella tucked away. If he does happen to check my thoughts, he will only surmise I am researching vampire mating because a friend of mine needs information to which is not common knowledge.
I hear Esme moving around the house, probably ridding surfaces of a little speck of dust she found, or bug prints from windows. She dusts, sweeps, mops, and vacuums daily since we can see each fine dust particle. We do not need to worry about fingerprints from oily skin, or skin follicles left on surfaces around the house since we never have human visitors. Heck, our hair does not even fall out. The only thing she really ever has to worry about is when the boys get to roughhousing around and break something. I grin to myself; I am not exactly innocent in this department.
Edward proceeds to their room, turns his stereo on to classic music, and unpacks their bags. He then takes the soiled laundry downstairs for his wife and returns to his room. Just then Emmett, Rosalie, and Alice approach the house in Emmett's jeep. They all go to Emmett and Rosalie's room first to unpack the new purchases belonging to the couple.
Next, I hear Alice flit to Edward & Esme's room and knock. Edward and Alice go through their typical semi-private conversation with Alice using her thoughts to speak with Edward, while he chastises her verbally about not needing any more clothes. Having been through this conversation with the imp of a girl, I know exactly what she is thinking to him.
"Edward, you can't wear THOSE clothes! They are out of season! You want to fit in with the humans, don't you?" Something along those lines anyway. We all go through it with her. Knowing full well plenty of humans, especially in smaller towns, wear the same clothes for several years at a time. In fact, we tend to stick out more in the smaller communities because most of the residents in a hundred-mile radius do not worry about or pay attention to current fashion trends. Even if they do, most cannot afford the high cost to purchase even one outfit Alice insists we each must have.
Though we each argue with her and tell her we do not want or need new clothes, we all give in to her persistence. Knowing she will not relent when it comes to clothes and fashion. When you have the same fight for over sixty years, it leaves even the strongest vampire fatigued.
Jasper knocks on the door, interrupting my thoughts. "Come in."
He enters the room and closes the door. Thankfully, the office can be made soundproof, something necessary to keep conversations private amongst super sensitive ears, not even Edward or Alice's abilities seem to work for a reason I have not determined yet. I click the button under my desk because I know he wants to discuss Miss Isabella Swan.
Once the room is efficiently soundproofed, I ask him, "What can I do for you, Jasper?"
"I was hoping you have figured out what ya would like to do about the mating pull." He raises his eyebrow as he sits in a chair in front of my desk.
I proceed to inform him of my findings, and then tell him, "As you know, I do not love her, but there are certainly strong emotions and feelings I have been experiencing. For instance, I have never felt so on edge. Not even during my first days of this existence, akin to forgetting or misplacing something."
"I do sense a heightened uneasiness from you since Friday. You have also never been so perplexed, hesitant, or skeptical, but under all of it, I still detect the hope ya held at the hospital. I can only assume the ease then was because you knew she was nearby. When did ya start feelin' these other emotions?"
Groaning to myself, I know I am about to talk about the very thing I have been trying to avoid. Well, he does not have to know everything… now, to make it sound less pathetic. Telling him from a medical aspect should help. "I have not been concentrating on my emotions as much as I was processing the reactions occurring in my body." He nods his understanding.
"In theory, there is a sensation of blood flowing throughout my body. I have been trying to pinpoint the exact moment it began, which seems to have begun just before Charlie Swan entered the ER next to his daughter's gurney.
"As you know, our sense of smell is heightened. We learn to keep it contained close to our immediate surroundings. Well, just before they walked into the ER, I detected a very floral aura mixed with baby powder, but I did not think anything of it. Flowers arrive often. Lauren Mallory gave birth to her son just hours before, so the smell of baby powder was not a surprise either. I just surmised someone sent her some flowers.
"When she came through the door just a split second before Charlie, her pheromones washed over me so thickly, I lost a sense of myself. Just before it felt like my body was going to automatically respond, Charlie called out my name and broke me from the on-setting trance. Once he distracted me from the potentially dangerous reaction, I was able to concentrate once again and put my reaction to the back of my mind, writing it off as my first experience with a singer." Jasper's right eyebrow rose at this. "A term the Volturi use for when someone's blood calls to you so strongly you have no sense of who you are, or where you are. You simply react, regardless of the consequences. La Tua Cantante."
"Okay, I can see why ya would have your doubts about her being yer mate. Trust me Carlisle. What you are feelin' is nothing like the level of bloodlust a vampire feels when they encounter their singer. Your emotions are much stronger and more pleasant than unpleasant. The only reason you have any negative feelings right now is you are fightin' yourself because she is human and very much alive. Do ya really believe you would be fighting this hard if she were near death like Emmett, Rosalie, or Esme?"
I think about it for a moment and recount my findings. "I really could not say. I have been researching the documented accounts of our kind's mating in the Volturi records, along with my experience from witnessing vampires first encountering their mate. I have not found one single documented case, other than our family, where a vampire mates with a human."
After several minutes, we agree the family needs to be made aware of this information; my potentially having found my mate. I refuse to admit it as truth. I press the button to set the room back to normal and announce we will have a family meeting in five minutes.
Once everyone is gathered around the table, I recapitulate what occurred Friday afternoon through what I learned from my research and the conversation with Jasper. When I finish, Edward is the first to speak up. "What are you thinking? I haven't been able to gather anything from your thoughts since arriving home. How are you blocking me?"
"I honestly do not know what you are talking about, Edward. I have not been deliberately keeping anything from you. I do admit I have been keeping any thoughts of Isabella Swan to the back of my mind, but other than this, I have not blocked my thoughts." He gives me a perplexing look, almost as though he is trying to use x-ray vision in order to read my mind.
"Tell me you are not planning to pursue this, Carlisle!" Rosalie demands. Even as compassionate as I am, her attitude does not sit right with me. This is a typical response from her, but I am the most controlled member of this family. Other than her, I have not consumed human blood, with the exception of the blood coating my teeth from biting my children while inserting my venom for their change.
"I do not plan to do anything. As I have already told you, I do not know her well enough to know if I love her and do not feel this is a mating pull. She attends the University of Washington during the week and only comes back on the weekends, so there is no worry about running into her with the exception of my medical responsibilities as her Doctor. I do not plan to see her until her next appointment in three weeks. If I do encounter her, there will be no concern for her safety, not that there ever was."
I take an unneeded deep breath to calm myself before continuing. "Besides, Rosalie," she cringes at the formal address, knowing I have called her Rose since after Emmett's change, thereby knowing I am displeased with her now. "I am the most controlled vampire amongst everyone here. Like you, I have never consumed human blood. Plus, I had to learn how to control my newborn bloodlust completely on my own. You know the story. You know what I tried doing just so I did not kill a human. I have also never killed for revenge."
Again she shrinks back a little at this, knowing I am thoroughly disappointed in her attitude. "When have I ever been an issue in this family? Have I not proven my control and compassion when it comes to humans, or each of you? I work with them every day and around blood, none-the-less.
"In addition, I am the only unmated vampire in this room. Do you have any idea what I have gone through in all my nearly three hundred, fifty years in this life? Are you so self-absorbed you have not noticed? You have no idea what loneliness is. You were without a mate for a mere two years. Do you remember how it felt to be alone?" At her nod, I continue, "Now, add the number of years I went without even a companion. Could you do this? Could you go without someone to spend eternity?"
I watch as she and everyone, except Jasper, shakes his or her head. "Jasper is the only other here who can relate to the feeling of being alone. Pray tell, Rosalie, what is your problem with me possibly having a mate?"
She hesitates to speak after my little outburst. "She is a young and healthy human. She deserves the chance to live a normal human life and typical college experiences. Go to a public beach in the mid-day sun, date, get married, have children, grow old, and have grandchildren."
Edward interjects, "I agree, Carlisle. She is a human. We were all on our deathbed when we were changed, well, except for Jasper, Alice, and you. As you know, Esme has helped me get past my issues with being turned and living this life. Even though I truly believe we are cursed by this life, I now understand we can have love and happiness, but I do not think playing with humans is the proper thing to do. She should not be damned to this life, especially since she is perfectly healthy with a long, human life ahead of her. We should leave her alone and maybe even move in order to keep her out of harm's way."
Before I can even speak, Emmett interjects. "Eddie, are you really so dense? If Carlisle and Bella are truly mates, do you think our moving will stop them from being together? When Rosie found me, I was near death's door, but I know I felt a pull the second she was close. I did not know what the feeling was exactly until I woke from the change, but I do know I did not want to be anywhere she was not. The craving I had for her to be the last thing I saw and felt was fierce.
"With everything we have learned today, I agree with Jasper. I am not willing to let Carlisle suffer the ache I am sure he will experience should we move. Especially since I think Jasper is correct. I think Carlisle has found his mate. I'm sure the feelings coursing through him are much more severe than he believes, or is letting on." He looks toward Jasper for confirmation when he finishes; Jasper gives a definitive nod. "I vote we stay."
A slightly timid answer comes from Esme, "I think we should stay. Regardless of your feelings on her being a healthy human, have you forgotten how much Carlisle has done for each of us? He helped you and I find each other. Do you regret him changing me now, Edward?" She pauses, waiting for his reaction, or response. He shakes his head, wraps his right arm around her shoulders, and kisses her temple.
She gives him a wide smile and continues with more confidence, "Even after Rosalie treated him with so much contempt and disgust for two full years for dooming her to this lifestyle rather than letting her die, he still helped when she came to him in a fit of tears and panic, insisting he change the man in her arms. During all of this, even though he had family to spend his days with, he was still very much alone."
She turns her head to look directly at Rosalie. "He let you treat him poorly and still gave you everything you needed without complaint. Can you imagine how difficult it must have been to not have anyone by your side, while watching his mated family on a daily basis, Rose?"
Rose lowers her head at this. "He didn't have to tell us any of this. I think we owe it to him to let him take the lead and decide what is best for him without taking our feelings into consideration. I vote we stay, if it is your choice, Carlisle." Esme finishes.
"Ya already know how I feel. I vote we stay and give him a chance to decide what he thinks is best for his life", Jasper states.
Everyone's eyes turn to Alice. "What? I want to stay. I saw Bella becoming my best friend after all. There will be shopping… and makeovers… and girl talks…. and sleepovers. I will teach her all about fashion and get her out of all those hideous rags she calls clothes." She grins widely, bouncing in her seat, and clapping her hands.
At her comment, I roll my eyes and let it slide. Something tells me Bella will not let the little sprite bully her out of her wardrobe choices or into new ones, unless it is what she wants. I grin at the thought.
"Alright, it is settled then. We will stay. However, I reaffirm I do not believe this is a mating call and have no intentions to pursue Miss Swan. Any more objections?" I look at each of my children as they shake their head.
~*~*~ WFB ~*~*~
This week has been very stressful, but it has nothing to do with work, or my family. Things I have become accustom to as a normal part of life, career, school, community, and even family stress has not affected me for many years. I have witnessed and experienced many changes throughout and learned long ago to adapt, or as they say today, go with the flow. Therefore, my stress now is disconcerting. My anguish increases each day with the simulated throbbing feeling.
Today, I am at a Medical Conference in Seattle. They needed a replacement speaker to discuss Emergency Room procedures – changes, what works or does not, and the reasons why. I am finished by three in the afternoon. The warm day with a cloudy overcast makes it the perfect opportunity to take a walk through Pioneer Square. I love sitting under the shade at Waterfall Garden. Thankfully, Alice assured me before I left, today will remain cloudy; I will not have any problems getting around the city.
I have seen many waterfalls throughout my existence, but have never taken the time to see all of them throughout the world. As much as I love them, it never feels right to experience it on my own. The only family member also interested, can never join me because something always comes up, or rather his wife does not want to go and will see a potential problem anytime he plans to be away from her for an extended trip.
I cannot blame him. He loves her and wants to trust she is only looking out for his best interests. I have my doubts, especially knowing they are not mated, but they choose to be together. It is not my place to interfere.
Walking through the Seattle attraction of Pioneer Square, I pause at many of the statues and memorials, such as the reconstructed totem pole and the Fallen Fire Fighter Memorial. I enjoy looking at the historic buildings and exterior detailing.
It is interesting really, in times it where they did not have any or near the amount of construction machinery or tools they have today, they created the most amazing and intricate designs, very artistic. Today you may see elaborate designs and abstract buildings, but there is also a lot more technology and engineering available to mold and design. I find greater appreciation in the antique architecture because of the effort, work, and man-hours spent to make them look so spectacular and eye appealing.
Passing through the Iron Pergola, I head toward my favorite spot in Waterfall Garden. The beautifully constructed attraction was built in 1977 at the original location of the United Parcel Service Company. It is made up of large rocks for the water to rapidly cascade down, cement walkway and patio, walls molded into a rock-like texture, cement planters, water fountain pieces, an iron and glass overhead trellis to gently let the light stream through, a wide opening over the waterfall and a portion of the sitting area with trees and flowers planted throughout. The trees create an exquisite shadow and light mix. There are two-person tables with chairs. An iron gate closes from a quarter to six in the evening until eight the next morning.
Once I reach the garden entrance, a familiar smell hangs in the air. I wonder if they have planted different flowers, before I assimilate it is the middle of November and flowers are not even blooming right now.
As I head to my favorite area toward the back of the Garden, I realize the anguish I have been feeling all week has been lessening. In fact, thinking back to this morning, the suffering of this past week began to decrease the closer I got to Seattle. It was slowly replaced by a growing tingle sensation, which now feels like a steady flutter across my skin. Looking toward my favorite spot, I slow my pace when I notice a figure sitting in the same area of the garden I enjoy and freeze in place.
In my preferred space is a young lady with long, auburn hair, leaning against a cement planter with her nose buried in a book, and tapping a pencil against her pouty, rose lips. Then recognition matches my senses. Like a breath on the wind, "Bella" escapes my lips. My whispered sigh is not heard by anyone else, but with it I welcome the truth in this profound moment.
Isabella Swan is my mate. Finally acknowledging this leaves me feeling giddy, light, and ecstatic. Love does not consume me with this revelation. Rather I am absorbed in clarity, peace, serenity, and contentment. Here and now, I vow to devote my life to her in whatever capacity suits her, even if it means she never wants to see me again. It would not be an easy feat, but I could do it for her as long as she lives. I know I cannot promise to never see her again by checking in on her every few years, but I will move to the other side of the world if need be.
Unable to stay even 50 feet away any longer, I approach the spot she employs, "Fancy seeing you here, Miss Swan".
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ WFB ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
BPOV
The week has been very restless due to strange, indecipherable dreams waking me in the middle of the night, each involving the delicious Doctor Cullen. Oddly, they include people with red-eyes just as pale and supremely attractive as Dr. Sexy, along with horse-size wolves. Carlisle's eyes bounce between the amber and dark, nearly black I saw at the hospital and a cobalt blue. The hostility from the wolves is practically palatable even in slumber.
No matter how malevolent the wolves are, Carlisle is calm, patient, and compassionate. He doesn't let them rile him up, until they move to attack something behind him. It is at this time, he changes into someone I don't recognize. His eyes became black as coal. His face is menacing, scary even. His body crouches protectively over something, or rather, someone, but I never see the person he guards so fiercely. It appears as though his own life depends on the person he safeguards. Each night I wake with a start the moment one of the wolves move to attack the vehement doctor.
Friday evening, Rachel invites several old college friends and some co-workers over to hang out and catch up. A normal weekend for her, but this week happens to be located at her place. Alcohol is involved, of course, and it does get quite noisy, which keeps me from slumber until five in the morning. I end up sleeping until noon, something I just don't do. I wake up a bit disoriented and slightly confused. My growling stomach alerts me to the fact I haven't had anything to eat since lunch yesterday.
The trip from my bedroom to the kitchen is like walking in a minefield as I step over various bodies passed out all over the floor. Walking into the warzone, otherwise known as the kitchen, stops me in my tracks. Abandoned alcohol and beer bottles are littered everywhere. Empty bags, pretzels, chips, and various snacks smashed and scattered throughout. Dip, salsa, and whipped cream is flung on the floors, table, counters, walls, and even the ceiling. I slowly back out. There is no way I will be cleaning this up. Especially not in the current situation, people sleeping on the floor, table, and chairs.
In my room, I brush through my hair, change into some blue jeans, a t-shirt, and put on a U-Dub sweatshirt. Then I pick up my backpack and pack my laptop, Quantum Methods book, notes, and the book "Beware the Cat". Grabbing my cell phone and MP3 player on the way out of the room, I shut the door behind me and head through the people maze toward the front door. Scribbling a note on the whiteboard to the left of the front door, I let Rachel know I am borrowing her car and to call me on my cell if she needs anything. I then grab my coat, her keys, and head to the Cherry Street Coffee House at Pioneer Square.
Once I finish my soup and salad, I put an ear-bud in my right ear and turn on my MP3 player as I walk through the Iron Pergola toward Waterfall Garden. When I get to the garden, I settle in toward the back corner, leaning against a concrete planter block, facing the rock wall with trickling water in front of me, and the main fall to my right. This place resurrects the memories of Charlie bringing me here with the Blacks and Clearwaters after Grandma Marie and Sarah passed. Waterfall Garden is one of my favorite places he took us that summer. Waterfalls are so peaceful and majestic. The other place I enjoy is Tumwater Falls. Two places which have really helped me to relax and let the pain go.
I often come to the Waterfall Garden to study during the week just to be outside on the warm, sunny days. Today is no exception. The weather has been unseasonably warm this week, even with the cloud cover. When it is this nice for several days, they usually let the water flow as if it were summer until the day cools again.
I take out my Quant book and start working on the assigned problems. I never used to have a trouble with Math, or basic Algebra, and then the more advanced methods came along. I put off taking any required math classes as long as I could, especially this one suggested by my advice counselor, but decided to finally bite the bullet this year.
Tuning out the world around me, except the background noise of the falls and the fainter sounds of the music coming from my MP3 player, I begin my homework.
As usual, I grow frustrated with this week's problems. The scientific calculator the teacher suggested was more than $120. I opted for one costing less than half its cost, having learned the importance of budgeting and only spending what is necessary when I was much younger. Therefore, I sit here with my off-brand scientific calculator trying to figure out how to get it to do what the teacher showed us on his high-end version.
I flip through the practically non-existent instruction book as I tap my pencil to my lips. My left arm is lying in my lap with my sweatshirt sleeve pulled to the middle of my hand covering my cast and flipping the instruction manual pages. I am determined to find what I need, but at the same time I want to throw my hands in the air and give up. I'm stubborn enough to keep trying, but also know I need to take a break soon. Otherwise I just might be the first person in history who's brain combusts spontaneously.
"Fancy seeing you here, Miss Swan", a smooth, bass-filled voice says above me. I know the voice, having fallen asleep to it only a week ago.
Starting from the immaculate shoes, my eyes slowly travel up the form in front of me. Even though he is in suit pants and it is difficult to tell the musculature of his legs, I note they fit him well. His jacket is flung over his shoulders, leaving his upper body on display; the dress shirt hugging his form leaves no question to the build of his chest, shoulders, and arms. I just want to reach up to see for myself as he stands there looking like a GQ cover model come to life, complete with his left hand in his pants pocket. It seems I may have been right about his muscles in the hospital and have no doubt his abdomen and legs would look much the same.
I look upon what seems to be blinding beauty. Continuing my trek up his gorgeous form, I again notice he has a strong jaw and a flawless, round chin. His face is ideal, even with the slight bend at the tip of his nose. The upper lip is slightly on the thin side, but the lower lip helps to balance his bow-shaped lips out. He has almond-shaped eyes and blonde locks just long enough to properly run your fingers through. His hair parts on the left, feathering back in a distinguished manner, and moves gently in the slight breeze.
My mouth falls open slightly at the object of my dreams over the past week standing in front of me. Though I am vaguely aware, I am practically helpless to do anything about it as I continue to study this living sculpture in front of me. Everything about him has my body practically singing. The fluttering feeling is back and my stomach tightens slightly.
Moving my eyes back to his, I mentally shake myself from my perusal, hoping it isn't as obvious as it feels. Thankfully, he doesn't seem aware of my ogling. I realize what seems like several minutes only encompasses a few split seconds.
"Oh! Uh… hello there, Dr. Cullen, what brings you to Seattle?"
"I was speaking at a medical conference at the Four Seasons Hotel this morning and decided to spend some time in my favorite part of the city before I went home. Unfortunately, I found my preferred spot occupied."
"Oh? Where might that be?"
A slight smirk appears on his face before he crouches down and whispers slowly in my ear, "You are sitting in it, Bella".
The combination of his close proximity, the vibration of his whispered words, and the sultry tone to his voice, leaves my body feeling as though everyone can see the trembles running up and down my skin. Unable to resist, my body follows the feeling; I shiver ever so slightly. As he rises to stand again with a blinding smile, my face warms into my easy blush.
What is the man doing to me? I can't let a man distract me. I have a plan to graduate early and intend to maintain my plan. I haven't taken extra courses each semester, as well as summer classes, to slide now, but I can't seem to find it in me to tell him to go away.
This little maneuver of his isn't helping at all. Something about his eyes draws me in, telling me more about him. They show sincerity, compassion, affection, jubilance, and a bit of playfulness. Hidden deep down are hints of distress, worry, and even fear. I can't help wondering the source of his pain and trepidation.
I finally close my, evidently uncontrollable, mouth before speaking, "Um". Brilliant, Bella. I feel like a bumbling schoolgirl after the star quarterback unexpectedly asks her to go out with him, because the class nerd is the last person their peers think he would be interested in dating.
Chuckling, he saves me from my apparent awkward discomfort. "What are you working on?"
Shaking myself from the mental fog, I respond, "Oh, just some problems for my Quantum Methods class".
"Quantum Methods? Is it a mathematics class?"
"Yeah, the teacher showed us how to work the exercises on his scientific calculator during class, but I bought a similar calculator costing half of his. Unfortunately, even though they are the same type of calculator, they are also quite different in how they operate. How can calculators with the same classification be so different just because they are manufactured by different companies?" Why am I suddenly rambling? I don't ramble.
"It seems you were looking for something when I walked up. I am quite proficient with mathematics and pretty decent with instructions. Would you like some assistance?"
Knowing I could spend all day trying to figure this all out on my own, I decide it would be better if someone could help me and accept his offer. "Sure. I sort of stopped understanding math after basic Algebra. Math is a requirement for any degree, so I need to at least pass this class with a C. I'll take whatever help you could give me, but let's move to a table so we have more room to work." Why can't I just answer his questions with a yes, or no? He isn't asking for my life story after all.
"Sure, I know the perfect place. May I take your bag for you?"
I nod. He reaches down to pick up my backpack as I gather the things lying in my lap into the crook of my left arm. Then he holds his right hand out toward me in an offer to help me up. I place my right hand into his. The flutters across my skin pick up at double the pace upon our skin connecting. Once I am on my feet, I hesitate for a moment to release his hand, not wanting to let go.
We spend the rest of the afternoon going over my homework, sitting side-by-side. He has such a comforting approach to his tutoring tactic and is patient with the equation breakdowns, making sure I understand before we move on to the next problem. If I do not pick up on his first explanation, he always finds a way to explain it in a different manner.
Eventually, he seems to have figured out how to easily illustrate the next one with the first examples, as though he has picked up my learning idiosyncrasies concerning this subject. We even work on the next couple chapters in the book.
He helps me get a better grasp on what the class is about and explains why this method of mathematics is useful. Don't get me wrong, I still do not fully comprehend this level of math, but I can say with confidence I have a better understanding now. I can also operate my calculator with certainty.
When we wrap up, we are leaning toward each other. His right forearm is draped across the back of my chair while I am leaning against my left arm on the tabletop. We're both leaning forward slightly. My face heats up with the familiar blush when my stomach grumbles.
I look at my cell phone for the time. "It's nearly time for the park to close. Thank you so much for your help today. What would have taken me all weekend to work through, took merely a couple hours with your tutelage. The next couple of weeks should be a lot easier too.
"I feel as though I cannot thank you enough though. Would you be interested in grabbing a bite to eat as a sign of my appreciation before you head back to Forks?"
He looks torn for a moment before answering. "No, my apologies, but I really need to be heading home. I will find something on the way. My family will be waiting on me."
At those words, my heart suddenly feels as though it is sinking into my stomach. I check his left hand resting on the tabletop once again, nope, no ring. Well, I suppose not all men wear a wedding ring, especially if it interferes with their career. With the constant hand washing, I'm sure doctors would fall in this category.
I will not get involved with any man in a relationship, especially a married one, so I ask, "Family?"
He looks at me a bit perplexed before realization crosses his features. "Yes, my siblings have been living with me since our parents passed."
"Oh! I'm so sorry. I remember you telling me about your parents passing, but I must have fallen asleep after." I feel relieved and guilty at the same time for making assumptions.
"Thank you. Yes, I am afraid you were quite exhausted then, understandably so. However, it was a long time ago. We have all adjusted well. My brother, Edward, and our two cousins, Jasper and Rosalie, live with me while attending Forks High School. Edward is a junior. Our cousins are seniors."
He studies me for a moment before continuing, "There is no need to reimburse me in any capacity as it was my pleasure to help you out today. Please, do not hesitate to contact me at any time if you need further assistance. I would gladly help. You do still have my information, do you not?"
Seeing my affirmation, he then leans in closer and whispers into my ear in a sultry way, once again, "I find your company to be much better than any monetary payment could provide". He slowly leans into the back of his chair with a gentle smile and twinkling eyes.
I swear this man must think I am part fish as my mouth opens and closes for the second time since we met a week ago. Why does my mind go into such a haze whenever he does that? I can't help it.
I am beginning to feel something for him. Something I never allowed before. I can't figure out why I am letting him break through my well-established barrier, but at the same time, I can't find it in me to mind. "Um, okay, if you say so, but I would really feel more comfortable if you let me make it up to you."
"Tell you what, Bella, how about you agree to meet me at Forks Coffee Shop when you are in town visiting Charlie next weekend?"
"How –", I begin, but realize he has either heard from the citizens of Forks, or Charlie about my coming home every weekend to spend time with my father. "Uh, I'm afraid that will be sort of a problem. I don't have a vehicle right now, so I am stuck in Seattle until Thanksgiving weekend."
"I did not realize. I suppose it explains why I found you here this weekend. Will you be able to make it back for Thanksgiving?"
"Oh, yes. Charlie and I have arranged for him to pick me up Wednesday, the morning before my appointment for this thing." I say as I hold up my left arm, letting my sweatshirt cascade down a bit before it catches on the cast.
Taking the risk, I attempt to be flirtatious, hoping it won't come off as childish in nature. I lean in toward him and let my hair brush his cheek. Lowering my voice, I whisper seductively, "My doctor seems to think he can take it off by then." I slowly lean back with what I perceive to be a twinkle in my own eyes.
It appears my effort pays off. For the first time since I met him, he is the one left speechless with wide, dark eyes. Hmmm, how strange. His eyes were golden just a moment ago. Pleased with the results, I don't let this bother me.
After a few minutes of looking into each other's eyes, a garden attendant comes by to let us know the park is closing now. I turn to thank him. As he walks away, Carlisle finally clears his throat, "Um." Clearing his throat again and adjusting just a bit in his seat, he continues. "Right. Okay, then. I suppose we should go. Since it is getting dark out, would you allow me the pleasure of walking you home, or to your car?"
Not wanting our time to be over just yet, I agree and place my things into my backpack once again. By the time I finish, he is already behind my chair. He pulls it out as I go to stand and reaches for my backpack. I didn't realize gentlemen still exist.
As we walk to Rachel's car, I explain to him what happened to my truck in the accident. And how she has been kind in allowing me to borrow her car whenever she is not using it.
When we are close enough to the car, I click the keyless entry fob. The lights flash for a moment letting me know it received the silent command. As I turn to walk into the street toward the driver's side door, Carlisle walks slightly behind me, but on the outside closest to the street and passing cars. When we are next to the car, he reaches around me, leaning closer to me, and opens the door.
"It was a pleasure spending the afternoon with you, Bella. Thank you."
I begin getting in but pause between the car and the door he holds open. When I turn, he has moved to become a barrier between the open door and any potential threat, thereby blocking me in. Liking our close proximity, I look up into his now dark gold eyes. I recall being taught in Biology iris pigmentation is permanent and make a mental note to see if I can find anything about eyes changing color.
"Thank you again, Carlisle, for all your help. I truly appreciate it and will see you in two weeks. Please have a safe trip home this evening."
"Thank you again, Bella. You have a safe drive home as well." I get into the driver's seat before he hands me my backpack. As I put it into the passenger seat, he closes the door and waits until I pull out before walking back to the sidewalk.
I glance back once more into my rearview mirror but am unable to find him. How peculiar. His car must have been close by. Maybe he also had lunch in one of the diners nearby.
When I arrive at Rachel's, the place is quiet and back to its former glory, as I knew it would be. I look over to the whiteboard to read Rachel will be not be back until tomorrow but reserves the right to call me to pick her up should she need to be.
I grab a quick bite to eat and give Jacob a call before going to bed. Thoughts of the sexy, caring, and charming gentleman I spent my afternoon with consume me as I drift into my slumber with lingering questions.
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A/N – Reviews are like a loving hug. :D
I do not know much about Waterfall Garden, except the Summer hours. Therefore, creative license comes into play once again. *winks*
As for the book she took with her, she always carries one with her. I choose this book because I was looking for an interesting romance book around Carlisle's era, but it seems most came out around Austen's time. Therefore, I found "Beware the Cat" by William Baldwin from 1561 and thought it had an interesting name. Then I found out it is considered the first horror novel. It is my way of showing Bella's broadened reading as she matures.
Posted: 06-09-12