Part Two

" What... What do you mean I'm not human?" The woman asked. Her beautiful face was distorted with confusion. Her eyes, red and burning. Carlisle just kept his face warm and friendly as they stared, unblinking at each other. Finally, her rock hard shoulders relaxed and she dropped gracefully from the ceiling. Her slim frame was perched inches from the floor as she rested her arms on her knees. "Who are you people?" she whispered. Carlisle glanced at Edward who's face was as hard as stone. He kept attempting to scan her mind but every time he stretched out his powers, he was hit by a concrete wall in the woman's sub conscious. There was something about her, that was different than all the other vampires Carlisle had met in his time. She was nothing like Edward, even though she too, was a newborn of his own creation. Carlisle looked back at the woman. Her eyes squinting in the minimal light. Even though her new improved eyesight didn't require squinting.

"I am Carlisle Cullen and this is my son Edward" Carlisle began, he carefully took two steps towards her. But her fight or flight response was heightened, she bounced back and smashed into the wall beneath the window. "It's OK, it's OK. I am Carlisle Cullen and no my sweet. You're not human anymore. You where dying when I found you and I was forced to change you into the type of creature Edward and I are." Carlisle began. He ran his fingers through his sunshine white hair as he knelt down to reach her level. His golden eyes where warm and comforting. They reminded her of her fathers. The woman turned her head slightly as she surveyed every inch of his body with her new found sight. There was a warm feeling in her chest as she closed her eyes. The answer of what she was had somehow come to her. Any sane person would have found the suggestion incomprehensible, but had it not been her, who had been hanging off the ceiling only minutes before. She opened her eyes and looked back at this man named Carlisle. "We're..." she breathed in slowly. A million smells burning her throat. "We're... vampires."

Carlisle nodded slowly. "And you're older than you look Mr Cullen" she stated. Once again Carlisle nodded. "What's your name?" Carlisle asked, tilting his head to match her movements. "My name is Lillith." she whispered as Carlisle came up close to her. Their eyes where transfixed together. Blood red on her part. Liquid gold on his. "Lillith welcome to my family" Carlisle stated as his hand touched her shoulder. A million burning sparks passed between them. His hand began to burn but it was stuck in its position. Her subconscious locked with his. Memories that where not her own began to flash before her eyes. Centuries worth of suffering, loneliness and knowledge flew through her. Carlisle had seen gifts like Lillith's before. But nothing of this magnitude.

They stayed like that for god knows how long. Exchanging memories. Carlisle explained everything of their vampire heritage. How he was turned, how the vampire's survived and most importantly the rules and regulations set forth, not only by himself. But also by the vampire hierarchy. The Volturi. In exchange, Lillith informed him of her former life. She shown him her own faint memories of when her father and herself had lived back in England. She displayed her grief over her mother's death in 1907. Then, her confusion and anticipation about travelling to America in search of a new life, a new start. Every one of these emotions and memories, felt as if it was Carlisle's own. As if they belonged within his own heart and head. Even though he had not experienced them first hand. This was Lillith's gift.