Hi :D

So, I've been working on this for a while, and I decided to share it with you guys!
I won't go writitng an essay about the story, just know that it is dark, it's harsh, and if you can't stomach reading about abuse, violence and rape, then I don't think this story is for you.
It's a long-ass story, and it won't go from point A to point B in 4 chapters. If you think it get's boring, then please bear with me :)
I've read it through a couple of times, but it's not beta'ed, so if there's mistakes, then so be it. We can't all have perfect grammar ;)

DISCLAIMER: I don't like to be a liar, and that I would become, if I told you I owned the characters. I own the story, (NOT Twilight, sadly) and I own whomever you haven't heard of before. So, on with the story, and just don't rub it in my face, that I don't have a brilliant mind, like Stephenie does. Let's get it on with! :P

Enjoy! Oh, and please read what A/N's that might come... Who knows; they might be important ;)

Chapter 1
Song: Michael Jackson - You Are My Life
Carlisle POV

"Father." I greeted him in a polite tone. I respected and loved my father, but to a point he could not get any more wrong. Sure, there might exist Vampires and other mythical creatures, but the way my father handled this situation was very wrong. I don't think one of the people he has had killed was a Vampire. Not even one. But he is getting old; it is time for me to continue. He has been teaching me what he knows, but I am young and I am smarter than him. We have to study the habits of these dark creatures. I have already begun my studying, much to my father's dismay.

But I think I got something right here.

"Carlisle, son." He said.

"You called for a meeting." I said with a small nod in acknowledgement to the others in the room.

"Yes, see there is a hunt this evening, and I expect you to lead it." He stated.

I stared at him. He couldn't mean it; he knew this was my anniversary with my beloved Sophie.

"But Father, it's my anniversary." I breathed. He gave me an odd look, and I decided to prove my point by stating the, for me, obvious.

"Besides Father, I think it would be more convenient, if we studied their habits before hunting them. I know they only come out at night and that they drink human blood; what I think we should do is try and trace down these Vampires." I said. He considered it a moment and then shook his head no.

"No, my son, I will grant you one night but one night only. And only because it is yours and lovely Sophie's anniversary." He stated with a tone that indicated that the discussion was over.

"Thank you Father." I said.

"You may leave the meeting, son. Go home and take care of your family tonight. We are going hunting." I nodded. I walked out of the room feeling somewhat relieved and somewhat resigned. Relieved, because I could be with my Sophie; resigned, because my Father didn't acknowledge my information.

I was 23 years old, lived in London, had a wife called Sophie through 3 years. Sophie was 2 years younger than me.

My Father was the highly honored priest Cullen, the reverent of this small part of London. My name was Carlisle Cullen, and I had a large interest in medicine and wished to be a doctor. But my Father thought differently about me; to him, I would become the next reverent and Vampire hunter.

I disliked his methods dearly, but I could not and would not stand against my own Father. But I did some information search about Vampires in the area. The linked system that lies under the streets of London seemed like a proper hiding place for a Vampire coven.

"My dearest Sophie how are you my love?" I asked as I walked over the doorstep. My Sophie was having a baby in a few weeks' time. She had been pregnant for little over 8 months now, and we were expecting the baby soon enough.

Sophie said she had a feeling it would be a girl. I said to her, that if it was the case I would treat her as a little princess as would I treat a boy a prince.

"I'm fine my love and the baby have just been kicking. I think she's ready soon." My beloved wife said.

"Sophie dearest, I am so very happy. I could not be happier!" I said and folded my hands around her face, kissed her nose, her cheeks and then her lips. She smiled and asked me if my Father had sent me on a hunting trip tonight.

"He would have, but I asked him, that since it was our anniversary today, if I might stay home. He agreed under the terms that I lead the next hunt." I said to her while helping her up the stairs into the bedroom.

"Oh Carlisle dear, please be safe. I and our little Isabella would be devastated if you left us." She was very worried. Isabella was what we had decided to call our little baby if it turned out to be a girl.

"Don't worry my love. I will be safe. Now rest my dear." I said to her and kissed her forehead.

"Thank you Carlisle. I love you!" was the last thing she said before giving in to some much needed sleep.

As the days went by, Sophie started to get contractions. She would gasp and then suck in deep, deep breaths but it didn't seem to help. I was helpless as I saw my Sophie suffer. But the baby was coming and she would be happier than ever, shining like a brighter star than the sun itself. Sophie had always been my shining star, but the way she glowed with happiness when she would coo to her little baby, was enough to make me believe I would have to call her my shining sun instead.

I had progressed greatly in the search for Vampires. I came across a weak coven of three in the sewers of London. They were too weak to go out hunting, and I thought we had a chance. My Father would be proud when we killed these Vampires. He was highly Catholic, and would not hear anything about there not being Vampires in this world. He despised Protestants with a passion rarely seen from a human being.

Today it was the 13th of September.

"GAH!" Sophie exclaimed. I was by her faster than I thought possible.

"Sophie, dear, are you okay?" I asked her. She grabbed my hand, and held it so tightly it became rather uncomfortable. That must have meant she was in labor. Never has she gripped that tightly onto me, never.

"I. Think the... baby... is coming!" She screamed. I picked her up carefully and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her down ruefully and helped her out of her cloths. As she lay there, naked, I witnessed the miracle of a new life coming to the world.

Sophie gasped in pain and I held her hand, while trying to help ease the labor.

"Sophie my dear, push. The baby is nearly here" I said to her, and I felt her grab tighter onto my hand. I smiled reassuringly at her and she screamed out in pain.

A bloody little head appeared. I got tears in my eyes as I laid eyes on the head of my little baby for the first time.

Sophie pushed harder three more times and the rest of the head followed.

We had already provided the bedroom with the necessary equipment if she came into labor earlier than presumed.

She screamed out again and gasped for air.

"Hold on Sophie my love! You have almost provided the world with a new little miracle! Please hold on my dear!" I pleaded with my wife. I looked straight into the deep chocolate pools of eyes my Sophie had, and wished to the core of my heart that the baby would have that exact same color and not my hazel eyes. Sophie's eyes were the most captivating orbs I had ever seen.

"Of course Carlisle. I will not leave you. Not today, not ever." She said with restraint in her voice. She choked it out, and then screamed in pain.

With 2 pushes more I had the small miracle in my arms. It was a girl. My baby-girl, Isabella. Isabella Marie Cullen. Marie after Sophie's Grandmother.

She was perfect. Her bloody body fitted in my arms perfectly and she was the most stunning creature I had ever laid my eyes on. She and Sophie were evenly beautiful, and I felt my heart swell with pride, love and joy over this small child we had provided.

"Sophie. My love, Isabella!" was everything I could get out. I took the small child to the washing tub we had standing on the side of the bed. I poured some water in it, and took a piece of clothing. I dipped it in the water and began washing the small, perfect child in my arms. All the while I tried to calm her down. She was screaming; understandable, she was just inside her mother's warm, safe belly and now she is out in the cold, big and scary London. She still hadn't opened her eyes, but as soon as I began humming a quiet tune, she immediately quieted down and opened her eyes. Those stunning brown eyes stared at me. I got watery eyes as my wish came true; the eyes of her mother were there. They were big, shaped like mine, only slightly big for her age. They were deep and had the exact same color of chocolate brown as Sophie had.

I smiled down at my daughter and to my huge surprise she smiled back. A baby, not more than a few minutes old, smiled at me. It was a perfect, toothless smile and she looked so adorable.

I washed her off in the matter of minutes while hearing Sophie gasp slightly on the bed. The sheets were covered in blood, but I didn't mind.

"Sophie. My Love, here; hold your daughter!" I said as I placed the perfect child in her arms.

"Oh Carlisle. She's is perfect! She looks so much like you!" she said. I just smiled at her, not believing it at all.

"I know Sophie dear. I know she is perfect! And she has your eyes." I breathed. I looked at Sophie and the love and happiness was clear there. I kissed the tip of her nose carefully and then her lips.

I smiled at her and looked down at the most perfect and stunning child ever seen in history. I smiled at Isabella, my perfect daughter, she was watching us with big eyes and she smiled back again. I heard Sophie gasp.

"Did you see that Carlisle? She is not even half an hour old, and she is already smiling!" I could hear the tears in her eyes and looked at her.

"She is one of a kind!" I said smiling. Sophie fed her and clipped the lifeline attached to her belly.

Sophie was so tired, I told her to sleep. I hummed silently to Isabella trying to get her to sleep; it worked quicker than I had thought. When it was late that night Sophie awoke again. She said we should go to my parent's house to announce the great news. I agreed with her, and dressed Isabella in the home made cloths Sophie had made. They fit perfectly.

We made our way through the streets of London to the house of the reverent.

I knocked on the door, and even thought it was late night the 13th, my Mother opened nonetheless.

"Carlisle, my darling, what are you doing here so l..-" She trailed off by the look of utter happiness, love and pride that was on my face. She looked down to my arms were I held my lovely, sleeping daughter protectively.

"Oh!" was all she said before she started crying with happiness. She urged me inside and kissed my cheek.

"Oh Carlisle, she is wonderful. No, she is adorable. Perfect. May I hold her?" she asked. I smiled fondly and handed her my Isabella. She cooed and looked at Sophie with love and pride in her eyes.

"Congratulations Sophie. You have given birth to an absolute beauty." She said before cooing some more.

My Father burst through the door later. I wondered where he had been, but then I remembered the hunt he said I had to lead. He looked at me madly and huffed.

"Father I apologize for not turning up today. But the deal is, Sophie was in labor and I completely forgot. I am sorry Father. It will not happen again." I was quite afraid of this man sometimes.

"Son! Don't apologize! Sophie has born? Where is my grandchild?" He asked. His expression of anger had gone to one of happiness and joy in less than a second.

"Over here John!" My Mother said while still rocking my sleeping daughter.

"Oh!" My Father's response was the same as my Mothers as he walked over to my Mother.

"Her name is Isabella Marie Cullen." Sophie said quietly. I gently took a hold around her shoulders and she leaned her head on mine.

When the time came we had to go home, especially my mother was reluctant to let us go.

"Come back soon!" she said as we waved off.

We walked in the cold night, this night of September. Sophie was carrying Isabella this time and I held her hand.

As we entered our little home I rushed upstairs to change the sheets. They were bloody and still wet. As Sophie laid Isabella in her crib, she smiled hugely to herself. Isabella was already asleep and surprisingly she slept through the night, giving Sophie some peace to her much needed sleep.

As the day rushed on, I came to realize just how much I appreciated my life, and how much I wouldn't live without my two ladies.

Isabella was a daddy's girl, for sure, whenever Sophie wasn't able to calm her down, I was. She hardly ever cried, and she was always smiling. Her big brown eyes were serious for her age, but she was just like a normal baby when it came to development. She was small and fragile, and my Father seemed to soften whenever he was around her. But he also became very protective, and he insisted that I helped him hunt the Vampires. I always carried a piece of Isabella's cloth. Partly for the reminder of her and Sophie - since it was Sophie who made it - and partly as a form for protection. It soothed me to have Isabella's cloth with me and I always breathed in her scent when I was afraid.

Just as I soothed her, she soothed me.

And then the day came where it all ended. All the happiness and peace, everything I was afraid would happen, everything I didn't want to happen, happened.

My Mother died. That was the first thing. I was so shocked and pained. I didn't expect it to happen, and I relied so much on the fact that she was healthy. I guess not as healthy as we first thought. She must have been hiding something, because not even my Father knew that anything had been wrong.

My Fathers group of hunters insisted that I lead them. I was slightly mad at them; I had just lost my Mother, my wife had just given birth to our daughter, and now they wanted me to lead a Vampire-hunt?

But I had to carry on my Fathers work, as much as I disliked to. I had caught that a coven of Vampires lived in sewers so I lead the hunters that way. The Vampire, who came out when they heard us, was very weak but he lunged none the less. I was unfortunately standing in the front and I was bitten. He dragged me along and the rest of the group of hunters chased him. He sucked one dry and fought the rest. Some were able to escape, others were not so lucky. I was left on the sidewalk, gasping and somewhat bleeding.

I just had enough strength to drag myself away from there; I knew I would be burned if I was ever found. I was infected and had to die. I had to leave my Sophie behind, and my little Isabella. My little Isabella, whom I wouldn't see grow up.

I cried silently as I lay in the dark, clutching my only reminder of my family; Isabella's cloth.

Aww.. Poor Carlisle. :'(
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Oh, and criticism is welcomed; just don't be too harsh; my self-esteem won't take it lightly :P