A/N: People who understand Latin will get the idea of this really quickly, so watch out for something Latin here, you may even want to get a translator site at the ready! ;P
The game is on dude!!!!
Chapter Two
The glass smashed out of the window, covering the pavement. The flying pieces shimmered in the moonlight. It wasn't long before two ambulances, a slick black Mercedes and a marked police cruiser arrived. "A drunk Saturday night I suppose?" Charlie Swan was talking to Carlisle Cullen. Both of them were called out from home, away from whatever they were doing.
The beautiful doctor shrugged, "You never know around here. But we'll find out soon enough." They were shrugging their differences aside for this one case. It wasn't three years ago Charlie was in awe of Carlisle, but after certain happenings involving their 'teenagers,' Charlie didn't see him as the mysterious, fantastic doctor, and prized member of society. He was seen as something else. Something darker. The doctor's son had dragged the lieutenant's daughter into being something else too.
The two male teenagers were wheeled into the ambulances, while Cullen and Swan got in their cars and drove off to the hospital. Turning the heater on, Charlie sifted through his old memories of his clumsy, pretty, blushing daughter. Then he saw what she had become. She was not the daughter her mother ran away with, not the daughter who moved back to live with her father, hating the rainand tripping over dust. She would never be the daughter who would kick her Chevy into life every morning before school, she was a wife, a mother.
Yes, he had to admit the child was beautiful, but at what cost? Renesmee was easily recognisable as his daughter's and Carlisle's son's. She might've inherited Charlie's ringlets and Bella's eyes, but you could also see she inherited Edward's hair colour and teeth. Why did something so beautiful have to be created at the hands of something so dark?
Before Charlie knew it he was in the car park of the hospital. Finding a parking space and getting out of the car, he made his way over to the building. As he stepped through the double doors, the smell of disinfectant hit him. He headed over to Dr Cullen, whom was rushing from one boy's bed to the other, not even breaking a sweat. Figures. "Is there any progress? Passport, mobile, driving licence, security card? Any I.D?"
He noticed Carlisle shook his head, "They don't exist. Nothing saying their names. I don't suppose you know anything about family crests by chance?" The pale doctor was suddenly holding something, looking at it quizzically. It seemed to be a ring with a symbol on it.
The police officer took it to get a better look. It was a golden band with a dragon on it. There were words too, supposedly Latin. It said 'Pro meus filius , mos vos forever exsisto tutis.' On the outside, but on the inside it said, 'Curator of gero.' He shrugged, "I have no idea. Do you?" The question was aimed at the doctor, almost as if he was challenging his intellect. The doctor didn't react other than taking the ring back and twisting it through his pale, slender fingers.
Reading the words inscribed in it, he mouthed them then nodded, "It wouldn't take me too long." He looked up to Charlie, "I'll tell you if one of them is awake. Renesmee's been asking for you. Go." He gave Officer Swan a friendly smile and turned to carry on dealing with the two teenager patients, who were unconscious, still. Though the ECG monitor was steady, the doctor couldn't help but feel something was weird about the teen's vitals.
Glancing over his shoulder to see Charlie walking out, he grabbed the bedside phone and dialled a number. There was barely a ring when he heard a voice on the over end, Esme, "Hello love, could you please ask Edward to come down to the hospital." From the other end of the line he heard Rosalie arguing with Jacob, Renesmee must've been at the cottage with Bella and Edward then.
Returning to the phone, Esme then said, "He'll be right on his way, he's just with Bella tucking Nessie in." Her musical voice was the result of Carlisle, but he still couldn't resist adoring it. As they said a few loving words and said goodbye, the doctor was flipping through the boy's OBS notes. Nothing seemed to match up. No cardio vascular problems, no neuro-patterns to be concerned with. Almost perfect, except the fact everyone human who tried to treat them would feel ill around them. Something Carlisle found extremely odd.
As the pale man started to write something on the notes, he noticed something. Beyond the breakages and the gashes, there lay something he knew only too well. A reason to panic? It wouldn't be the best idea to make a scene, to be discrete would be the way forwards. He'd definitely have to act though. And be fast. He hoped the Quileute would understand. But of course they would, they were on the family's side now.
He placed a cool hand upon one of the boy's neck. Yes, it did burn. The crescent shape scar would do, obviously. Feeling disgraced with himself, Carlisle sat down next to the bed. He'd been treating them as average patients that needed nothing but human medicines. But this new discovery put all the effort to waste. Nothing human could save these boys. It wouldn't matter how much medicine they intravenously gave them, or blood they pumped into them. As far as anyone knew, these boys were attacked, either by each other, or an animal. But they were wrong.
"Hey, Carlisle." It was the voice of his first son. Edward. As the older man looked up, he saw his son's face was creased with worry too. He must've read his mind. Sitting down next to his adoptive father, the 'teenager' couldn't stop staring at the scars, being too still. He also knew what this meant. After a long, frozen, ten minutes, the younger male spoke up, "Impossible. I thought they would be younger than that!" The shocked hurried whispers startled the doctor whom was pretending to be studying the notes again, but his mind nowhere near the human side of this.
Standing up, Edward stated that they should take the boys back to theirs as soon as possible. The conversation, from that point, was mainly set on how. The hospital wasn't the most watched place in Forks, but it was pretty high up on the list. But with Carlisle's experience, they came up with an idea, mostly based on theories and Edward's ability. They would have to tell Charlie that the patients ran off or something. No one wanted him to be stuck in this loop in the first place, but now he was they'd have to be extra careful not to notify him of certain happenings.
Suddenly, the dark haired teenage boy sharply sat up, full of trepidation. He suddenly looked towards Edward and the doctor, "Get him out of here." He was pointing to the blond boy whom was laying in the bed beside him. "I'll make sure people see me dragging him out, I can assure you no one will know you helped. Please." The ebony haired boy looked weak, and helpless. His blue eyes close to tears, something about him said he didn't do this often. Edward could tell, all the boy's thoughts were channelled towards the unnaturally bright lights and odd noises.
Nodding, Carlisle agreed, "Your clothes are over there, Edward, take the other boy's clothes. It would seem more realistic if the one walking was fully dressed whilst, um, may I ask what you and your friend's names are?" An important question if he was to be polite to the two boys. It was obvious Edward didn't hear anything about them, otherwise he would've said something.
"He's Arthur, I'm Merlin." He seemed completely sincere. No matter how fake it sounded, 'Merlin' didn't look as if he was lying. No pulse fluctuation or sweat breaking out. His eyes also spoke the truth. Somehow, these two mysterious young lads, with the same names as characters of the Arthurian legend, appeared randomly in the small American town of Forks. No I.D, Sixth century armour and clothing, jewellery that deemed suitable for heirlooms and fit for royalty. They had all the credentials for being them, but, how could they have got there? And also, how did they get and survive vampire bites without the burning sensation that had encapsulated the Cullen family, century to century?
Unfaltering, Carlisle politely enlightened Merlin with the details, the two vampires and weak teen planned the departure with great detail. But Merlin repeatedly reassured the pale men that he would help cover the whole thing up, even though they doubted it very much. "Just trust me! I have to be surreptitious all the time do you think I've ever been caught?" There was a moment of silence where Edward made it his responsibility to whisper something to the senior vampire. As if he had read the younger vamp's lips, he said, "Okay, one or two times but Gaius, but he's really observant. You try doing the things I have under the cover of darkness. Believe me when I say that his noticing was unavoidable."
Listening to the pained male made Carlisle feel somehow guilty. All he could do was pump medication into him for the time being. There would be no way he could make sure the boy was fully changed, and if not, inject him with the right dosage of the venom which he so desperately needs. As they rounded up their planning, they immediately put it in motion. Edward left for his car, whilst Carlisle went to the reception to 'Check up on a few things.' Once they were in place, Edward called his senior, whilst the doctor was in clear sight. Pretending there was a family crisis, Carlisle asked someone to take his place and do his calls. Once the vampires drove their cars out of sight, they snuck through the back entrance where all the hospital supplies were dropped off. They met up with a fully dressed Merlin, whom Edward followed and assisted the weak male in carrying out. Oddly this went smoothly, Carlisle looking out for anyone who suspected someone, and by the way Edward walked away calmly, no one was thinking anything about the unconscious patient being abducted by a doctor's son and another patient on the same ward.
They got through the doors and made their way to the cars that were hidden away. Arthur was hanging between the two conscious males, each arm hooked over their necks, limply hanging there as they did all the work. Well, it wasn't hard work for Edward, but Merlin looked as if he was to crumble under the pressure. They reached the Volvo and Mercedes, Carlisle holding the back doors open for each. A bed was made up using the back seats, hospital pillows and duvets. "Merlin, you can go to sleep as soon as you're in Edward's car okay? He and I will be helping your friend into mine." The ebony haired male nodded and slid in, no questions ran through his head about what was happening like a normal person would. In this situation, they would usually ask, "Who are you? What is that big metal box? Who died and made you queen?" And finally, "Why do you look like those things that attacked us?" But no, he didn't care about them for the moment, he just wanted sleep.