AN: here's the next chapter! hope you enjoy. if you remember, Stephan and Vladimir are Stephenie Meyer's characters. But, i do own Selene and Cronel!!! next chapter is back to present time 2005. hope you've liked Selene's history. I know the loves are a little confusing and wierd, but i promise explainations!! i swear on it!!!
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Chapter Fourteen: 1918 & 1921- Too Late (Selene and Carlisle's POVs)
1918:
(Selene's POV)
I was almost there. It was five o'clock and I was tired. I wanted to keep going, but if I did, I would crash. Literally. So I pulled into a small, shabby hotel, fifty miles outside of Chicago. I would call Dr. Cullen tonight to check on Edward, and see them tomorrow. I was so close I could almost hear Edward's strained and ragged breaths. Each one took more effort than the other, I was sure. But he was holding on. Holding on with the hope that I would be there for him soon.
I paid for a room. This place was way too expensive for what they offered. The room had tattered and stained wallpaper, while the upholstery on the couch and chairs were tearing and yellowing with age. I crinkled my nose at the condition of the place. It looked like I wasn't going to be sleeping very well tonight.
As soon as I was situated as best I could be in a disgusting room like that, I went down to the lobby to place my call to Dr. Cullen. He didn't answer on the first ring like he always did. Tonight, I counted about eight before any voice replied to it.
"Hello. Dr. Cullen speaking," his voice said. His usually melodious voice sounded dreary and tired. That was strange. He never appeared tired, let alone sounded that way. I hesitantly answered. My stomach was seizing up and I didn't know why.
"Hello Dr. Cullen. It's Selene," I answered. My voice shook. Why was I acting so strange? All he'd said was hello. But the sound of that hello had implied that he knew who was calling before he had answered. Therefore, something must have been wrong.
"Selene. Yes. Hello. I'm so sorry, but I'm afraid I have some bad news." My knees buckled slightly and I stiffened. I was right. Something had happened between my last call and now. This wasn't going to be good on me.
It took me a whole minute to compose myself enough so that my voice came out in more than a squeak. But I could still only manage a shaky whisper.
"What is it Dr. Cullen?" I asked, dreading the answer.
I didn't want to hear it. Though I needed to just to believe it. There was silence on the other end and my heart was pounding to hard that it hurt. My breathing hiked as I waited for the words that should break my heart.
"My dear, I'm so sorry. Both Elizabeth and Edward passed away an hour ago. I tried everything and….Selene?"
I had dropped the phone and was on my knees. I was hyperventilating. Edward was gone. I wouldn't get to see him again. My hands shook as I went for the phone again.
"Selene?"
"I-I'm he-here," I replied through the growing lump in my throat. I couldn't focus on anything. I told him I'd be at the hospital in the morning to talk to him.
Then, as soon as my hands left the phone, they slipped to my side. I quivered, wobbled a little back and forward. Finally, my knees gave out, and I clasped. My world went dark, as I fell unconscious.
(Carlisle's POV)
I felt terrible. I had never turned anyone before. I really hoped I didn't kill this boy. The only reason I was doing it was because of his mother's demand that I save him the way no one else could. Then, Edward's fiancé had been checking in every chance she got. Their love was what saved him from true death.
Then, I had to be the one to tell Selene that her love was gone. She was coming to the hospital the next morning. I hated leaving Edward in the state he was in while he was transforming, but I had to take care of his fiancé and everything in order.
I walked through the hospital doors, and there she was. Her hair was pulled back messily and her face looked tired. There was a small knot on her head that wouldn't have been noticed by a quick glance form a human.
Her eyes were distant. A piercing light hazel that wasn't too different from my own. I had a folder in my hands. The Masons had left all their money to her, if Edward were to die. It was a good amount of money too. Edward had said she'd always wanted to travel. She'd probably do just that to get away from the deaths of her family and friends.
"Miss Doyle." I nodded to her.
She said nothing in return, just nodded in acknowledgement of my greeting. I led her down the halls to my office. I closed the door behind her and gestured to the seat opposite mine at my desk. I handed her the folder. She met my gaze with a confused light in her eyes.
I nodded to it for her to open it. As soon as she looked at the print at the top, she gasped. Pushing the papers back into the folder, she placed it on the desk and away from her.
"What is this?" she whispered sadly.
My eyes stung. That was all they would do. Vampire tear ducts didn't work. It hurt to see this young lady here, sitting, and hurting so much. And watching her refuse the money that Masons had left her. She wouldn't even look up at me. But I could tell she was cry by the shaking of her shoulders, and her crossed arms were suddenly very wet.
"Masons left everything to Edward. And over the last couple of days, Edward has been working to have everything go to you after he was gone," I explained.
Her chin came up then. It appeared that she was a very stubborn girl. I don't think her dignity covered accepting their money. And I was right.
"I can't take it," she stated plainly.
"If you look in there, he even took the liberty of buying you your ticket to Romania. He had said that Romania was where you had always wanted to go."
Finally, she looked up at me. Her eyes were tear stricken and red. Those were the out side. Her irises were on fire; I doubted this would be a short meeting.
July 1921:
(Selene's POV)
I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I knew this castle well after staying in it for the past couple of years. But now, all the details popped out at me. The colors were so much brighter, the shapes much sharper. The smells were more defined. Three faces looked on as I rose from my laying position. I knew all three of them well. Two papery ones and a plain, beautiful of course, but basic face were to be the faces of my family. Stephan and Vladimir, my brothers, and Cornel, my new husband.
All four of us were something more though. We were creatures from a horror novel. Vampires. My new strength surged through my body and the blazing thirst bit at the back of my throat. I needed to hunt. I would not hunt humans as Vlad and Steph did. I would go with Cornel's diet of animal blood. It seemed more humane.
One thing was though; Cornel and I wouldn't be staying long. I had found out that he had only stayed as long as he had with his brothers because of me. He had just been about to leave when I arrived in Romania. We would be going back to the United Stated in search of another 'vegetarian' vampire group that he'd heard about.
During my dates with Cornel, before my transformation, he had also told me that some vampires had special gifts. As soon as I had felt the fire, I had felt something going on in my mind. Thoughts began to become clearer as my transformation progressed. Soon, I had been able to make out everyone's thoughts within twenty square miles of where I was.
I had startled Cornel once, I suppose, because, I also discovered my ability to transmit my thoughts as well. Dual gifts were rare in the vampire world, but I thought it was absolutely amazing.
The first thing I wanted to do, before finding the other family in the US, was visit the Mason memorial stone. I had used their money to pay for it. I hadn't been to it for three years, and I needed to see Edward's name again.
One thing I was sure about though, was that I didn't love him the same way anymore. As I had been making my transition, my feelings for him had changed. Were he alive right now, and I was a vampire around him, he would only be loved as a dear brother, my best friend. I had a theory about that forming already, but it would take some time to form.
I still missed him though. One would always miss a close brother, confidant, and best friend.