A/N: Okay guys this has got way more story alerts than I ever thought possible and thank you to everyone for taking the time to review :)Turns out I was talking rubbish last time when I said this would be easier...it's actually getting harder to write but I will keep going - only death would stop me finishing this even if you all hate it towards the end :P

Words to break a silent heart.

Instantly she sat bolt upright taking in her newborn self with her burning red eyes. Then, in an imperceptible movement which would have been lost on the human eye, she turned her head to face me, fixing me with an intense stare. Several times she blinked as though she was seeing me all too clearly for the first time, a natural reaction, but through her glare I could see it.

Loathing.

Her eyes spoke all the questions her mouth could not yet utter. Bella did not want to be one of us.

I allowed her some time to adjust, letting her eyes drink in her new reality and her mind come to realise what this all meant for her.

I stood from my kneeling position beside her and moved a few steps back in order to give her some space. Not once did she take her eyes off of me. Only when I had stopped moving did she allow them to glide shut and she began to inhale deeply and exhale slowly - and for what felt like an eternity that was all she did.

Suddenly her eyes flickered open and she whispered, in what I imagine she intended to be a calm voice.

"What have you done to me?"

A hint of a growl was evident behind her façade of forced composure.

"You…you don't understand what has happened?" I knew full well that she understood. I just couldn't bear to think that that hatred lacing her icy tone was meant for me.

"Don't play games with me!" Her eyes flashed black, dark as a starless sky. She was on her feet now and edging towards me, clinging on to her restraint.

All at once I became very aware of how naïve I was to do this without anyone to assist me should she lose control. Clearly I had overestimated myself…or been blinded by my feelings for Bella. Feelings I hadn't even begun to comprehend.

"Say it Carlisle! Tell me what I am!" The last of her restraint had vanished, she was screaming. She brought her face dangerously close to mine…so close…just like back in the woods.

"Vampire," She had reduced my voice to no more than a whisper. This creature had a hold over me unlike that of any other. How did she do it?

She smirked half heartedly.

"So, I tell you just how much I hate myself, how much I loathe my own existence and you decide not to put me out of my misery, but to prolong my agony!" Her voice had been reduced to the same whisper as mine but it was full of anger and despair. "If you have to suffer the grief then I should too, is that it?"

Once again her eyes flashed black as the dead of night as a twisted smile played about her lips.

"Or maybe you thought that kiss back in the woods actually meant something? That you and I could live unhappily ever after? Misery loves company of course but if that's what you were betting on then listen carefully to what I'm about to say next,"

I stood there immobile as she continued her tirade, realising that she understood me better than I understood myself. I didn't just change Bella for her sake… I did it for my own selfish reasons.

"I only kissed you," she paused momentarily, savouring the pleasure of her words, "because I thought it might remind me of him. I kissed you hoping to feel what Edward made me feel."

Every word, every consonant, every vowel caused me more pain than a hundred deaths. I would gladly have suffered a vampire's lethal venom a thousand times over than to hear her say those words again. She cut me deep and her black eyes glittered with joy but as they returned to their ruby red I saw no satisfaction there. Even she seemed shocked at her volatility as her vampiric nature fought to break through.

She turned from me and made her way towards the stairs.

"Funny how things don't always work out the way you think isn't it?" she called back over her shoulder.

In an instant she was gone and by the resounding slam I heard from above she had locked herself in Edward's old room.

Again I stood there completely unable to move, bruised and battered by her words.

Realisation often picks bizarre times to set in, this being one such instance.

I was in love with Isabella Swan.

My cell began to beep and I knew who it was before I even opened the message.

From: Alice

She doesn't mean it Carlisle. Trust me! x

I sighed heavily and sank to the floor. Alice was more often right than wrong but at that moment I had no faith in her.

Perhaps it was just Bella's darker sight battling for dominance but it had to be based on something she was feeling. She hated me!

How else could she conjure up such words? Words to break a silent heart.

A/N: I know, I know pretty heavy going! I really hope I haven't spoiled it for you all :( I have a pretty good idea of where this is leading and I'm afraid this whole being nasty to Carlisle bit is part of it. Believe me it pained me to be so mean.

Also I'm playing about with being a canon newborn...the eyes changing colour constantly,changing her mood, the volatility-is she sad, is she angry? I hope it doesn't seem too messed up! Bella is confused and doesn't know what she's feeling.

Next up we're having Bella's point of view which might help clear things up ;)