Chapter 1

300 years later-2008
Forks, Washington

CPOV

I sat alone in my office, flicking through an old medical journal; though it held no interest for me. Nothing did anymore. I put on a brave face for my family, but no one knows how much I hurt underneath the facade.

Well, Edward gets the gist of it; he can't really help it, seeing as he can read my mind and hear all my depressing thoughts.

I thought back to the last time I saw my daughter, my biological daughter. Sweet Isabella; her huge chocolate brown doe eyes, long flowing mahognay hair that touched her waist. Her small features, giving her the look of someone far older than ten years old. She had my mouth, with her top lip slightly plumper than her bottom. But I didn't care; I still don't. She was and always will be my daughter. My beautiful angel.

The morning of her dissapearance, my little one and I began reading through some of my fathers mythology books; for some reason Isabella was fascinated by them. She took in the information better than myself sometimes. It was almost as if she knew of these things; or that she knew what was going to happen.

I remember how she would tell me things that were going to happen; things that later on did happen. We told no one of her premonitions; she would be sent away from me for sure. Though I guess it didn't really matter; she was snatched from her slumber as her mother slept with the local village men for money, as I hunted bloodsucking demons.

She was ten years old.

I never saw her again. I never saw Katherine again either, but that I could care less about. I had become a bloodsucker myself. I am a vampire.

At first I tried to destroy myself; the world didnt need more killers, and after all I already lost my reason for breathing; why continue?

When I found myself indestructible, I tried to starve myself. That lasted all of two weeks, before I was trembling with thirst so badly. I found my food source that night; I drank from a deer. The sweet taste soothed the ache in my throat, not fully but enough.

After that I got back into medical research, never staying in one place for too long; after all my appearance doesn't change. I perfected my bloodlust so the thirst for humans is now non existant.

I travelled alone for two hundred years; battling with myself on whether I should change a companion. All the vampires I had met previously wanted nothing to do with me and my feeding habits. In return I couldn't and still cannot handle the idea of harming an innocent human.

I changed Edward in 1901. I was a doctor in Chicago at the time; he was dying of the Spanish Influenza. His mother, Elizabeth somehow knew of what I am, and begged me to save her son. It was a request I couldn't refuse. After all, I lost my own daughter because of my own stupidity, what better way to repent than to save another?

After Edward came my beautiful bride, Esme. She had suffered a fatal fall from a cliff top; had I not had superhuman hearing I wouldn't of heard her heartbeat.

Then came Rosalie. I had to save her. I found her after she had been raped and beaten by her supposed fiance; she reminded me of my own Isabella. Not in looks, but in what that demon insinuated he had done to my daughter as I changed.

I had hoped Rosalie and Edward could be happy together; however that went downhill as soon as Edward outwardly exclaimed his distaste for Rosalie. She didn't care though; she soon found Emmett being mauled by a bear. She ran him over 100 miles just so I would save him for her.

Alice and Jasper joined us soon after that. Jasper came from a coven down South. He left when he became depressed with his role; it was the best decission he could have made though, after all it led him to Alice. Alice doesn't remember her human life whatsoever; she only found us due to her premonitions. That alone reminded me of dear Isabella and her uncanny accusations. Alice has always been hard to be around, though I love her dearly. I love them all dearly.

My family looks complete to a stranger; even to most of the family themselves. Only Edward and I know we will never be complete without my daughter. I can only hope she died peacefully and not in pain from those demons that stole her from me.

I sighed, closing the long forgotten medical journal. I failed to notice my beatiful wife's entrance; she knew I struggled, but she didn't know what with. I feared to tell her about Isabella; I knew she would be pleased I had a daughter, but I also knew it would tear her apart to hear how I lost her.

"Carlisle, it's time for work. The kids are at school already. We will see you tonight won't we?" Esme questioned, rubbing soothing circles on my back with her tiny hands.

"Of course dear. I'll be off now," I said with a barely contained sigh. Isabella would have to wait until I come home and can mourn again. I stood with grace, walking with my wife to the front door. With a gentle kiss goodbye I walked to my black Mercedes.

Once I was out of sight of Esme, I reached under my shirt collar; grasping the chain and charms with great care. I pressed my lips to the 'I&C' charm that hadn't left my neck in over 300 years.

I was soon on my way to the hospital; where once again I would find one small thing that would remind me of my angel.