A/N: DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the Twilight series characters I use, Trust me I wish I owned Carlisle oh boy do I; they belong to Stephanie Mayer and only her. BUT I do own Samantha, Celia and other characters I made up so if you use them with out my permission I will torture you got it? Good ENJOY!
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Samantha. My sweet innocent Samantha. I could see her body trembling, her round crimson eyes wide with a mix of fear and confusion slowly, not wanting to frighten her, made my way to the couch where she sat. "I'll explain everything...I promise" I whispered ,bending down and tucking my arms beneath her legs and back, picking her up and cradling her feminine body against my chest. Edward watched with wide, horrified eyes. I paid no attention to him, only the beautiful newborn vampire in my arms. I watched her carefully as she continued to take in her surroundings with her new eyes, her small hand gripping a slim, silver cross that hung around her neck on a thin chain of silver. Her free hand was on my chest, I guessed she was seeing if I where real or not, I smiled at that small thought. "Please, don't be frightened"

I smiled down at her as she looked up at me, her beautiful face plastered with confusion's was the second I had

Saved from death, the bonds between her and I seemed a lot stronger then the ones I had with my son, Edward. I had found her in and alley way, beaten and bleeding on the snowy cobble stoned ground. She was at a point between life and death, I had been shocked to even hear her heart still beating, softly...Almost not even their, my enhanced hearing making out the feather light thuds and continuous stutters. I could feel it in my entire being when I had kneeled beside her and pushed the blood soaked, chocolate colored hair, from her angel face. My eyes had widened in fear, relzation mostly. I knew that face. I could feel the smoldering begin to grow in my throat as I caught her unique scent, this only happened when I was around her. The burning. The beauty that was dieing on stones, her blood staining the snow was young, seven-teen year old, Samantha LeAnn Van-Garrett. I had to save her.
"Where am I? "she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"You're in my home," I answered, setting her down on my unused and un-necessary bed. I knew she wasn't tired, impossible for her now, but I didn't want her to have to lie on the stiff couch. I still felt terrible about the pain I had just put her through and desperately wanted to make it up to her.
"I want to take care of you, Samantha"
"You remember my name?" she asked me, laying her head against the soft pillow.
"Of course, it's not easy to forget the beautiful young lady I met four years ago when she fell from a stone wall." I told her, standing back so I didn't make her uncomfortable. She continued to stare at me, as if she where waiting for me to disappear in a puff of smoke.
With a sigh I started towards the door, thinking she wanted to be alone. That was till she grabbed my hand, I felt her small one trembling slightly in my large hand. Was she scared?

"Carlisle....you promised me you would-would tell me what happened. I can't remember anything and when I try to...all I get is blurry memories." I heard fear, horror, in her beautiful angelic voice. She grabbed the sleeve of my jacket and pulled, I almost stumbled butt caught myself." I don't think now is the best time for this Samantha. You might be in a little shock," I said, resting my hands on her shoulders. She didn't feel the coolness of my skin, she couldn't. She was exactly like me now.
"I was supposed to die doctor. I wanted to…" she trailed off, her eyes deep with her sadness. "Why? Why did you save me?"
" I couldn't leave you like that Samantha, please understand that I never meant to hurt you," I said, cupping her cheek with my hand. Her skin was as smooth as silk and I felt the urge to smile when she unconscientiously leaned into my palm. "In time, I hope you'll be able to forgive me."
"In time…" she repeated the words as if she had never heard them before. "Am I going to have to stay here long?"
I smiled down at her sadly before sitting beside her on the bed, clasping her hand between both of mine. "Do you remember the past three days at all Samantha? I know they aren't the most wonderful memories but they're necessary for you to understand what I'm about to tell you."
She looked down at our clasped hands for a while before glancing up at me shyly and nodding her head. "I remember a little I think. I had a terrible dream that I was on fire, doctor and in terrible pain," she explained, her eyes troubled.
"I can explain that Samantha but, please, call me Carlisle," I said kindly.
"Okay Carlisle," she said, nodding her head and smiling. "I'm listening."
I sighed before explaining to her what I had never told anyone before. At first her face was disbelieving when I revealed what I was and what I had to do for my 'food'. Her eyes widened though and I watched as she touched her throat in recognition as I explained to her the thirst all new vampires felt for blood. I could see the horror on her face as she looked across the small bedroom into the mirror and noticed for the first time her new reflection, the pale ivory skin, the blood red eyes, the beautiful woman that was only a small resemblance of her before. And finally the sadness of knowing that she would forever exist. That was always the hardest part.

"I think it's best for you to stay with me," I told her softly, my fingers tightening around hers. "I can help you with this Samantha, you won't be alone."
I looked at Samantha, her crimson eyes wide, mouth gapping slightly in shock as her mind processed all the information I had just told her. "I don't want to encroach on your life like that Carlisle. It wouldn't be fair for me to ask that of you," she said, resting her free hand on top of mine.
I smiled at her and couldn't help but to laugh a little at her words. She was a very kind woman. "Samantha, I don't have much of a life to speak of really. The only family I have is my adopted son, Edward, and he is just like you and I. I would be more than happy if you would live with us." I said earnestly, leaning forward and cupping her cheek in my hand.
"You don't mind?" she asked me, still unsure.
"Not at all. It was me who put you in this terrible place anyway Samantha, it's the least I can do for you," I said apologetically. I felt terrible for having done this to her.
"You kept me alive Carlisle, you are nothing if not a wonderful man" She said smiling slightly.
Slowly, as if hesitant, she wrapped her arms around y neck and hugged me tight. Her vice grip didn't hurt in the slightest; it was like she was trying to be gentle...that she knew she was stronger then me. I awkwardly returned the embrace, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close, my face was buried in her soft hair. Even now her scent intoxicated me.

Samantha was going to be the death of me.

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The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.

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