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AN: This is a story consisting of a 1000 word or less drabbles. If you have a story request, I'd be more than happy to write it for you, just leave a review with your request or send me a PM. I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammatical errors.
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He returned to the Cullen household under the watchful eyes of the moon. The man rested upon his right shoulder, body moving as Edward bounded up the back porch steps and reached for the sliding glass door. The auburn haired vampire reached for the handle but the door swung open, groaning under the abrupt force as Edward's eyes met the frustrated topaz ones of Alice. Her face was drawn in, eyebrows creased with concern although there was a slight tremble in her lips that showed her annoyance. You're future disappeared, she thought dryly and Edward smirked.
"I brought company" he ignored her thoughts and glided past her into the living room. He set the man on the couch although he knew that Rosalie would kill him when she saw the blood on the fabric. So they'd have to order a new couch, it wasn't as if Alice wasn't intending to remodel the living room.
"Get Jasper out of here and find Carlisle" Edward called over his shoulder, hearing his sister come to stand at his back. He was slightly relieved that he could still hear a heart beat under the damaged skin coating the wounded mans chest, at least he knew that death wouldn't be his fault if he tried to save him. Alice complied with his wishes, flying up the steps with almost blinding speed towards her mate all the while calling out Carlisle's name as she went. Within seconds the breath taking blonde coven leader appeared at Edwards' side, close enough to smell the heady scent of his natural body one that covered the auburn haired vampires' entire being as he observed the fallen man from a standing position.
Edward could recall the many nights he had spent with Carlisle long before the additional vampire members were even turned. Even after nearly a century of being broken from that relationship, the memories remained a prominent asset in his existence. He would probably never forget being held in those arms that were now covered by a lilac sweater (Alice thought Carlisle looked simply wonderful in that color) or how they made love nearly every night before the sun came up and they went hunting. They were each other's support systems when they had none, when Carlisle was off being a doctor and Edward was coming to terms with his transformation from human to blood thirsty killer. Edward shook off the heavy feeling cloaking his shoulders and focused all of his attention on the beautiful man, the one that Carlisle was now lifting into his arms to bring to the medical lab situated in the back room.
Edward followed close behind, counting the man's heartbeats carefully and noting any pauses or stuttering beats in his mind. Carlisle set the body onto the lab table and set off to work, cleaning the wounds and wielding his silver sharp needle with thread to patch up the deep gashes after he worked in certain areas with his agile fingers. "He's got a bit of a fever" Carlisle noted out loud, a frown marring his perfect skin. "You brought him just in time, any longer and he may not have made it".
Edward came to stand beside the man as the needle was embedded into his flesh, in and out with a smooth impenetrable rhythm. He tried to get a read on the man's thoughts but came up empty which worried Edward just a little; he didn't like not knowing what was going on in other peoples' minds at times like these. It made him feel incredibly vulnerable.
"He'll need to rest for a while, I'm proud of you son" Carlisle patted Edwards shoulder as he hooked the man up to an IV drip. He flinched at the words but let it go, that was all he was now. A son, one that Carlisle could never have through birth but still a son nonetheless.
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AN: Your reviews buy you sex between characters (not telling who) in chapter 3