Chapter 13
Third Person's POV
It was with his head in his hands that Carlisle Cullen once again pondered how things could have turned out the way they had. The mistakes that he should have prevented, it made Carlisle ill with shame. He had known from the moment that Edward had demanded they leave Forks and more importantly, Bella behind that Carlisle should have refused. That he should have made it clear whom the leader of this coven was, but he didn't. Thus proving his father right, he was weak and unfit to lead anyone or anything.
A knock at his door does little to knock Carlisle out of his dark thoughts. Nevertheless, he acknowledges it all the same.
"Yes." He mumbled out in his depression.
The door opened and his wife, his mate, Esme entered the room. Carlisle raised his head slightly and once again wondered why she continued to stay with such a weak man, no, not a weak man, a weak vampire. Yet every day, here she stood with love and pride in her eyes and it was always for him.
"Carlisle, honey, I was about to go hunting. Would you like to join me?" Esme asked him gently, but there was also a hint of fear in her voice making it sound more like begging.
Carlisle nodded and began to get to his feet, it was then for reasons unknown, that he glanced to a picture of Bella with Emmett during the summer holidays. Her blushed smiling face staring up at him with love, yet in his mind, Carlisle saw Bella lying on that ballet studio floor helpless, dying with her eyes staring up at him in fear.
Esme hears a growl suddenly rip through Carlisle's chest, her eyes widen in shock.
"Carlisle?" Esme asked him, her voice shaking with uncertainty as to why the sudden change in his demeanour.
"What have we been doing Esme?" Carlisle growled out at her. "Why have we been sitting around like some weak minded humans when our child has been taken from us?" he continued, his fierce growling increasing in its volume as he looked to her. "We should have hunted the fuckers down and make them pay," Carlisle spay out as he began to pace around the room.
Esme felt her eyes widen even more; she had never heard her husband talk like this before. But, as he continued angered rant, she felt her own anger stirring. Her mate was right, why had they simply done nothing? Shame coursed through Esme, she had let her child down.
During his rage, Carlisle realised that for the first time since he was turned, he was now thinking exactly like the creature that he had longed tried to deny and fight off.
A vampire and he wanted blood.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed an insight into Carlisle. Thanks to my beta Fairedenale