Carlisle took only five minutes in arriving, but to Sadie, it felt like five days.
As soon as he exited his car he looked around with a professional air. He sniffed slightly, then turned to Sadie.
"You're hurt," he stated simply. He walked over to Sadie.
"I'm fine, it's Mark who needs help," Sadie protested.
Carlisle paid no attention to Sadie protests. He took Sadie's face into his long, cold fingers, and looked at the cut.
Sadie shivered slightly at the touch of Carlisle's cold fingers, but she let him examine her scratch.
Carlisle let go of Sadie's face and walked back to his car. He took a small bag out of the front seat. He walked to Sadie and put the bag on the ground next to her. He took a small bottle and a piece of cotton out of it, then slowly began to clean the wound.
Sadie hissed as the alcohol in the cotton touched her cut. She tried to think of something else as Carlisle expertly cleaned the cut and put a bandage on her injured cheek.
Carlisle closed the bag and looked at Sadie.
"There," he said.
Sadie began to head towards the woods.
"We have to find Mark," she said over her shoulder, "he might need help!"
Carlisle reached out and held Sadie's shoulder firmly.
"You are not going anywhere."
"Why not?"
"Because you're hurt, and you do not know these woods. We will go back to the house and I will send my sons to look for him."
Sadie protested as Carlisle led her to the car. He closed the door behind her as she entered the passenger seat. From there she watched as the doctor went to Mark's car, took her book-bag from the backseat, and then put it into his own car.
Carlisle got into his car and drove back to his house.
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As soon as the car was parked, Sadie ran out of the car and headed towards the house. She was stopped by a cold hand.
Carlisle noticed Sadie beginning to run into the house. He ran after her then held her arm.
"Edward!" he shouted mentally. "Get everyone outside! Sadie's going in and she has fresh blood on her."
Carlisle waited a few short seconds to make sure that his family had left the house, then let go of Sadie.
Sadie continued into the house, looking at Carlisle curiously.
As soon as she got inside, she stopped. The house, which usually had at least one person bustling around, was eerily empty.
Carlisle followed her inside.
"Sadie," he said, "would you mind waiting in your room? I'm sure you have a lot of homework to do."
Sadie opened her mouth to argue, but she looked into Carlisle's eyes, and she knew it would be futile to refuse. She closed her mouth and made her way upstairs.
Carlisle entered the living room and concentrated.
"It's safe now, Edward, she's gone upstairs."
A few seconds later, the whole family was inside the living room.
Jasper smelled a faint, metallic smell and gritted his teeth.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Apparently, Mark lost his temper and ran off into the woods. I have no idea why he grew so angry, but I suspect that it's because of a large scratch on Sadie's cheek."
A knock on the door interrupted the thoughtful silence that had followed Carlisle's words. Esme went to open the front door.
"Hello," Mark said.
Esme smiled warmly, and let Mark inside.
"Where's Sadie?" he asked.
"She's upstairs," Esme answered.
Mark made his way upstairs, leaving the vampires to talk among themselves.
Mark opened Sadie's door, and stepped inside.
Startled, Sadie looked up and saw him. She ran to him and hugged him fiercely, burrowing her face into his chest.
"Don't you scare me like that again," she said, the anger in her voice muffled by Mark's shirt.
Mark stroked her hair softly until Sadie was done.
Sadie stepped away from Mark and turned to look up at him.
"What happened to you?" she asked.
"I just got so angry when you told me that Vanessa had scratched you, so I ran off. I ripped my shirt on a branch, so I changed into another one."
Sadie looked at Mark's clothes.
"How come you changed all your clothes?"
"Oh, the new shirt didn't match the old pants," Mark said teasingly.
Sadie laughed and the pair began to study, like they usually did in the afternoons. Even with Mark acting so normally beside her, Sadie couldn't help but feel a small suspicion blossom in her mind.
(A/N) Well, I hope you liked that! Oh, and I'd like to thank 2WordsEdwardCullen for reviewing. And I also have some bad news (well, for you, but not for me). I will not update for about three weeks because I'm going on vacation and I do not have a laptop or any other means of access to the internet or to Microsoft Word. So, I'm sorry, but this is the last chapter I'll write in quite a while.
Catty: Stop talking and write the disclaimer already!
Disclaimer: I still don't own Twilight!