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I woke, confused. I definitely didn't feel like I was lying on the forest floor, for a moment I wondered if I had dreamt the whole thing. I thought that until I opened my eyes and regretted it. The sun shone brightly through the large windows in the room, slicing into my eyes like daggers, I groaned sitting up as the nausea hit me.

In a split second there was a small garbage can in front of me, my head hung over it as i heaved. I felt cool fingers press against my back, rubbing soothingly. When I'd emptied my stomach I looked to see who was beside me. Fuck.

Carlisle Fucking Cullen. He looked at me with small smile on his face, he didn't look angry, he looked more sad than anything. Where the sun hit his skin it looked almost like it was...sparkling? He was so beautiful. I groaned, bowing my head, feeling humiliated. "Good afternoon, darling. How are you feeling?" His voice was so kind and soft, I chuckled bitterly.

"Me? I feel great." My voice dripped with sarcasm, and Carlisle smiled wider, taking the bucket out of my arms and replacing it with a cool glass of water. I drank quickly, throat dry. He held two blue pills out to me in his pale hand. I grabbed them without hesitation, it wasn't the first time I'd taken mystery pills.

His hand moved back to me, he paused for a moment, maybe to see if I would stop him, I didn't. So he gently pressed the back of his cool palm to my aching forehead, I leaned toward his touch. He didn't say anything for a few moments. The silence aiding in riding me of my headache.

"Why were you in the forest?" He spoke so softly I strained to hear him.

I shrugged, the action caused more pain to shoot through my head, and in spite of myself, I shook his hand away. "Went for a walk, wanted to see how much this shit town had changed. It hasn't... Changed that is."

Carlisle seemed almost hurt but the action but didn't try to keep his hand on me. "I'm going to have to call your sister, your father as well."

I snapped my head towards him, "Ah man, I was just starting to like you." He smiled sadly.

"If something is wrong, Delilah, I can offer my council-" I quickly cut him off with a laugh, "Oh no, I'm fine doctor, It was just some innocent teenage fun." I moved my hand to my forehead trying to rub away the pain.

"Can I atleast sleep this off before you raise hell?"

Carlisle nodded, turning to leave the room I stopped him. "Thanks. You know for dragging my ass out of that forest." He nodded and brushed my hair out of my eyes, "Get some sleep, princess." I ignored the chill he gave me and laid down.

I woke again, to buzzing. The ache in my head was lessened considerably, so I reached onto the end table for my phone.

Charlie: where are you?

Charlie: are you alright?

Charlie: call me

Along with several missed call notifications from him as well. I decided it was probably best to just call him, I made my bed, now I needed to lie in it. When I was about to hit call there was a soft knock on the door, I sighed. "Come in." Carlisle entered, quietly shutting the door behind him. "Feeling better?"

I nodded and he looked toward the phone in my hand. "Calling your father?"

"Yeah, might as well get it over with-" He held his hand out to me. I looked up at him confused. But he just insisted.

"Let me speak to him first. Hopefully lessen the punishment you will receive." I handed him the phone and wondered how he was going to do something like that.

I gently took the phone from Delilah's hand. Almost smirking at the doubt written across her face.

I hit call and held the phone to my ear. It wasn't even a moment before Charlie answered, he sounded relieved and angry. Lilah flinched at his voice.

"Delilah, what is going on!? Where are you? You'd better get your butt home-"

"Good afternoon, Chief Swan. It's Carlisle Cullen-"

Charlie cut me off before I could explain. "Oh no, please don't tell me… Is she okay?"

"Yes she is fine. She's here, she's awake. Only a little sore. I found her early today. She fell and hit her head during a morning run. I just thought it best to bring her home to ensure she doesn't have a concussion. I intended to call you earlier than this but was sidetracked, I apologize."

"Put her on the phone."

I handed the phone to Delilah, and she sent me a lopsided smirk. "Hey dad, yeah I'm fine, I'll be home soon."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Doctor Carlisle took very good care of me." She was still looking at me, gauging my reactions.

Charlie sighed on the phone, asking her to call him if she needed a ride home, before she said her goodbyes. I found myself entranced in her gaze, she was quite the girl. I reminded myself, she's a little girl. Once she'd hung up. She dropped the phone onto the bed, watching me.

"You lied." I smiled at her and nodded.

"Yes well, I'm sure your father would not have responded well to me talking his intoxicated seventeen year old daughter home."

She laughed honestly, whole heartedly, and it sounded like bells.

"I think we're going to get along just fine, Carlisle."

She stood from the bed and but stumbled, uneasy on her feet. I reached out and steadied her by her shoulders, making sure not to make too much contact with her. Having her even this close tested my control for the first time in a few hundred years.

Delilah smiled at me before stepping away.

"Did you tell Bella?"

I shook my head, "Good, why tell her? What she doesn't know won't hurt her."

She brushed by me, grabbing her shoes off the floor. "Thanks again." She pulled her bag onto her back, about to leave. I didn't like the idea. She didn't seem safe.

"Are you hungry?"

She looked over her shoulder at me, "Yeah,"

"C'mon, I'll take you to the cafe down town."

She chuckled shaking her head, "Make it Mcdonald's and you've got a deal. "

I couldn't figure him out. I found people so easy to read, but Carlisle. He was a mystery all on his own. I looked over at him, he looked like he belonged in this way too expensive sports car. God how could someone be that gorgeous? The color if his eyes, the shape if his nose, lips. I briefly thought about how beautiful he'd look between my thighs.

"How old are you?" I blurted out. He didn't flinch, smoothly answering.

"23." He was smirking.

"Bullshit!" I laughed, angling my body towards him in the leather seat. "I mean your real age, not how old you were when you were turned. Bella said y'all are old, how old?"

"I was turned in 1663." He looked absolutely amused at the shock on my face. It took me an embarrassing long amount of time to do the math in my head.

"You're like 350 years old," I blinked at my lap, "Holy shit." I muttered.

"So, do you have any superpowers? I know you're stronger and faster, have better senses, blah blah, but what else can you do? And what about the sun?" I couldn't help but ramble. It was exciting. The most excitement I'd had in awhile.

"Well some of us have powers, Alice can see visions of the future, Jasper can sense emotions, Emmett is stronger than most of our kind, Edward read minds-"

"Wait, Edward can read minds?"

"Yes, our powers are a reflection of our strongest human features."

I cringed, embarrassment washing over me, this whole time he'd been listening to my thoughts? Oh God. Carlisle must have sensed my discomfort because he added, "Edward has heard people think much worse things than you could ever imagine."

I looked out of the car's tinted window, we were close to our destination.

"What about you? What's your power?"

I chuckled, "Self-control." I raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"Most of my kind have trouble controlling themselves around blood, to the point that they can't be around it without feeding. My family, and some others opt not to drink human blood in favour of animal blood. But even they struggle around fresh human blood, I do not. That allows me to be a doctor."

He pulled into the drive through, "So what would you like, darling."