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That smell… Alistair growled. She had never been this close before. Her scent was thick, but there was also the male's scent there too. Alistair started running towards their combined scent, violence on his mind.
A blond male came into his sights an hour later. He was a good distance from Alistair's territory, but he was still too close for his liking. He had the strangest eye color. Alistair could tell by the way the stranger moved that he was no warrior. He would be an easy kill.
"I mean you no harm." Carlisle said while showing his open palms, a move Bella had taught him when appeasing a more instinctual vampire. It was enough to make Alistair pause at the edge of his territory. "I just wanted to let you know there is another way you could be living. You don't have to kill humans. Animal blood can sustain us just as well as human blood can. I've been told it doesn't taste as good, but you won't have to be a killer anymore."
This male was weak. Alistair could easily tell that. He obviously wasn't a member of the Volturi or even a remote threat.
"I'm Carlisle Cullen, by the way." Carlisle took a step forward and Alistair started growling again. He couldn't get over how mixed Carlisle's and her scent was. Perhaps they really were mates. Alistair didn't stop growling and Carlisle eventually got the message, leaving before he could anger the hermit any more.
Surprised by Alistair's reaction? Did you think this was the end for our dear Carlisle?