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Carlisle couldn't help but stare at the beautiful woman in front of him. It had been complete coincidence that he had stumbled across her scent during his travels.
He had never met another of his kind before her, but some part of him knew the scent was vampire, so he had followed it both out of curiosity and loneliness.
He eventually found his way to an area where the scent was thick. Some instinct told him not to trespass onto that marked land, so he sat and waited. A week later he spotted her. She had red eyes. A large part of Carlisle expected that, yet was still disappointed. She was young, no older than 16, yet still absolutely breathtaking.
Carlisle opened his mouth to greet her, but the look she was giving him made him stop. She was glaring, yet there was a wary glint to it. He took a step closer and she hissed, and got into a fighting stance. He held his hands up in a show of surrender, but she didn't switch from her position.
"I mean no harm." Carlisle said in his gentlest voice.
"Step into my territory and I'll destroy you." The female said with an accent Carlisle didn't recognize.
"I-"
"You've been warned." She said curtly before edging away from him and running deeper into her territory.
Carlisle didn't follow. He believed her when she said she'd destroy him. Perhaps it was because there was no fear in her voice.
He sat back down at the edge of her territory feeling very tired and even more lonely. That was the first time he spoke to anyone since he was human. Carlisle knew he should leave and not test her patience, but he couldn't bring himself to go. He really wanted a friend, someone to break the silence that seemed to constant engulf and strangle him.
The next day she appeared again, scowling at his presence.
"I just want-" He started saying, but her growl made him stop. "I just want to be your friend!" He finally said. The female stopped her growl and looked at him confused.
"What is your gift?" She asked in a harsh tone.
"Gift?" He responded, unschooled in vampire's abilities.
"Gift, talent, ability, whatever you want to call it." Her voice left no room for argument, but Carlisle still didn't know how to respond.
"Umm, I can run very fast and lift impossibly heavy things." Carlisle said hesitantly. The woman stared at him, no emotions playing across his face. Once again she edged away from him, before running off. He thought he might have faintly heard a boisterous laugh from her, just before she left his sights.
I love this chapter! What do you think of Bella and Carlisle's interaction?