I do not own the plot or characters of this story. © Stephanie Meyer 2008
The song for this chapter is arch angel by two steps from hell.
Edward's POV
I was in a rage.
There was no other possible way to describe it.
I was furious with Carlisle. More than I've ever been in my entire life.
Temper wasn't a virtue. It was my constant companion.
I couldn't keep it locked up as it was for so many other people.
It was a fire that consumed me, burned my concentration to ash. I couldn't keep my mind straight.
So, to keep that fire from consuming all the other people I cared about, I would go running.
What did Carlisle do this time? The little voice inside me asked, not a real thought, but my conscience.
He became infatuated with a human, and turned her. I don't know how to protect either of them. I answered, not bothering to speak aloud.
Does he love her? Infatuation and love are two different concepts. It answered, and, for the first time I realized that my conscience had a feminine voice.
Did he? I was too preoccupied to concentrate on the feelings rather than the thoughts.
I don't know. I frowned.
If it is truly love, she will stay with him no matter what, and vise versa. she replied.
Before you go yelling at Carlisle, see what his feelings are for her, and her for him, and, she paused, what your feelings are for her. Could you love her as a mother, or a sister?
I thought about this in silence. While I pondered, I imagined what my conscience would look like, as a human or a vampire. A list, if you will.
average height, maybe 5,4", 5,5"
rich, brown hair, mildly curly.
Chocolate brown eyes
slender, yet soft, somehow.
pale, like a vampire, but still human.
named something like Marie, or Isabella.
What was I doing? creating a perfect match for myself? It was impossible to love a vampire, much less a human...
Give him and her a chance. Go back to them, and see if he truly loves her, and if she truly loves him.
But how could I?
How could I tell?