Interlude
Opening Quote
How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being?
Oscar Wilde
Fragility. He'd pondered it countless times. Every single moment he spent with her made him wonder if he would ever manage to be in control of himself one hundred percent of the time. Then he would touch her soft skin, look into her eyes that so clearly showed her love for him and he'd be lost in his need for her. He'd been alone far too long and this one woman, albeit human, fulfilled him somehow.
Ever so gently he cradled her as she slept next to him. He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. „My love, it's time to wake up or you will be late," he whispered. She looked at him with a mixture of emotions flashing across her face. Disappointment that she would have to be apart from him again. Pleasure, both given and taken. Concern about someone finding out about them. And at last, she took a look at the watch on her wrist and panicked.
When she had dressed, he offered to take her to town the quick way. She swallowed, remembering the last time they'd gone down that road, but the need for secrecy and inconspicuousness prevailed and made her nod her assent. He knelt as she climbed on his back, looking amused and uncomfortable and afraid at the same time. "Ready?", he asked. She held on tightly to his neck and when she said yes, he took off running. She just managed to shut her eyes before everything would blur and make her dizzy and listened to the landscape swish by as he navigated the forest at speeds ´far beyond human steps.
Hidden by the trees behind her home, he stopped and set her down, making sure she would actually stay on her feet before he let her go. "I love you, Renee," he softly said and kissed her gently. "As I love you, Carlisle," she replied with a sad smile, blowing him a kiss as she walked back to the house she lived in with her husband and daughter.