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Carlisle felt an excited apprehension at the thought of seeing Bella. To Carlisle she was his teacher, first real friend, and the first person he had amorous feelings with. He couldn't call her a lover though. She was too cold for such a word to apply.
He liked her though, despite her blunt methods and crass remarks.
Carlisle wanted to show her everything he had learned, how far he had come from that silly boy she first met outside of her territory.
The long run to her territory only served to make him more anxious. He started imagining scenarios from Bella cursing at him and not letting him onto her territory to her confessing her undying love to him. He shook his head and chuckled at the thought of her saying something so tender and kind. Neither of those words applied to her. She was straightforward and effective.
As he got closer a frown started forming on his pristine face. He couldn't smell her at all. When he finally reached her territory he realized she hadn't been there for at least a year. Carlisle ran to her house only to find it burned down.
His disappointment turned into worry. He knew she could take care of herself, but he couldn't help but think of what may have caused her to abandon her territory. He leaned against a tree contemplating his options. Part of him wanted to go back to the Volturi to ask for their assistance in finding Bella, but the few times he mentioned her to any of them they changed the subject almost immediately.
So instead he decided to do what he had planned to do after his visit, he was going to roam the world healing people.
So what happened to Bella and Alistair? Any guesses?
This week is my exam week so updates aren't guaranteed.