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You Can't Escape Humanity
Carlisle
Gracefully, he walked down the old ornamented staircase. His feet lightly touched the old wooden stairs. He was thrilled to have a new companion in his family. Even if it had to be Rosalie. But he couldn't deny the doubt and worries lying underneath the excitement. 'What if I was wrong?, he thought, 'What if this could be the end of my family as I now know it?' He glanced behind him, finding Edward nodding in assurance. He tried to put the thoughts away, hoping that It would never happen. He tried to think about Rosalie instead. 'What should I tell her? What if she shies away from us, like a deer trying to avoid it's hunter. A sigh escaped his lips and he hung his head. Suddenly he felt Edward's hand on his shoulder. 'Thanks my son', he thought, knowing Edward could hear.
He reached the last step of the long staircase and walked into the grand hall. He loved the high ceiling and the rich antiques who were placed everywhere in their grand house. He entered one of the many rooms that were seated downstairs and went straight to the burning fire hold to put on some more blocks on the fire. He didn't need the warmth, but the idea and the view comforted him. The living room had also a high ceiling and could pass for a library, for there were many and many books seated in the book cases all around the wall. He gestured with his hand towards the couch, and beckoned Rosalie to have a seat. He sat down in one of the armchairs himself, with Edward on his right. "Rosalie, I need to explain a few things to you", he began, "the other ones, you have to find out yourself." He hawked, and started to tell all the things he had come up with in the last three days. About their diet, the impossible supernatural features. Even he after 293 years, wasn't entirely used to the live of a vampire. He couldn't deny that he still thirsted for human blood, even though he could repress it very very well. Somehow, he felt relieved telling all this to somebody else, besides Edward. Edward could understand him like no other, thanks too his special gift, but it didn't feel the same, as telling Rosalie. "I hope you understand, Rosalie, and that you will not think of us in any negative way. We don't want to harm anybody, and we will not." He finished his explanation and waited for Rosalie's response. It didn't come. The silence grew, and grew, and grew. Edward, who wasn't really good at being patient, started to lose his patience. He shoved from side to side until he finally gave up and walked out of the room. Carlisle stayed and observed Rosalie for a long time. The silence dragged on. They sat this way for hours, without saying anything to each other. Rosalie seemed to be made out of stone, hands lying limp in her lap, eyes facing the ceiling-high-window, who gave view to an enormous wood. As the minutes passed, the first drops finally brook through the dark clouds, that had been there all day. He waited for Rosalie to say something, give a reaction, do something.
He heard somebody in the threshold. "Carlisle?", Edward asked uncertain, "It's time." Slowly he stood up. Work had to be done, life's had to be saved. "Please, take care of Rosalie," he said. He saw that the fire had gone out, there weren't many blocks left. He made a mental note to buy some of them when he finished his work. He saw for the first time the rain dripping over the window, the falling dark that made their body's look dark and dim. 'Why is it taking so long?', he asked Edward mentally, turning his head towards him, looking into his sad eyes. "I don't know", he whispered. For the first time in years, Carlisle didn't know what to do. He walked the stairs up again, wondering like always. He remembered the internal dialogue he had this morning. The feeling was stronger now. He sighed deep and long. In his room, he packed his bag to leave for work. He folded his coat over his arm and walked to the door. He took a peak in the living room, to see Rosalie sitting on the cough with Edward next to her, his arm over her shoulder. Carlisle felt a sharp pang of jealousy, a feeling he was amazed to feel, for he had never felt this way before. Rosalie was leaning against Edward, he could hear the soothing words he said to her. Almost feel Edward's other hand rubbing her shoulder. Rosalie sobbed a little, not ready yet to cry. Her head laid in the palms of her hands. Quietly he walked out of the door, into the pouring rain. He rolled his shoulders, to relax his tight muscles. Knowing, that he would be thinking of them the whole night.