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exquisitley-obsessed · 5 years ago

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The Dinosaur and the Vampire Part Three (Carlisle Cullen x Reader)

Author: exquisitely-obsessed

Request: hi can you do a one shot for Twilight where the reader is best friends with Bella and is there at the car crash in the first movie, they go to hospital and that’s where the reader meets Carlisle, really fluffy, thanks

Word Count: 5000+

Pairings: Carlisle Cullen x Reader

Warnings: nothing

A/N: This is and this isn’t the final part of the story. I’ve already got a draft for a part four but it’s also going to be able to work as a one shot in itself. Here’s a hint - it’s got something to do with the plot of New Moon. Kinda obvious but I LOVE angst. My requests are open <3 But if you’re interested you should check out my masterlist here!!

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Y/n felt crazy. It was the middle of the afternoon also the middle of a storm and she was standing on Bella’s doorstep, half-crying.

Her day trip to the Cullen’s house was only a few days ago and yet so much had changed since then. Bella was basically no where to be seen, now constantly spending time with Edward to the point where she even ditched school with him after Biology leaving y/n to drive herself home.

Moreover, the Carlisle incident had also wedged a gap between her and Bella. After the silent drive home back, y/n waited until Bella was busy with Charlie before heading to the nearest store and treating herself to an assortment of bathing items. New shampoo and conditioner, body wash, body scrub, shaving cream, razors, body lotion, leave in conditioner, facial oils; the list went on. Y/n knew she could never speak to Bella about it, too mortified over what Carlisle had said never mind the fact she was crushing on the 20-something year old doctor and (adoptive) father of Bella’s boyfriend.

All this combined with Jess talking her ear off about the dance, her parents pressuring her about college and her grades slipping; it had all become a bit too much. Her last straw was an argument with her mum about the dishes which left her storming out of the house, hopping the fence and knocking on Bella’s door. She couldn’t take it anymore, she needed her friend.

“Hey Charlie, is Bella in?” Y/n watched as Charlie took in her groggy appearance, wrapped in one of her dad’s old jumpers which had holes spotted along the sleeves.

“I’m sorry she’s not,” Charlie answered, his eyes tentative. Y/n tried not to act surprised, after all what did she expect. “She’s at the Cullen’s house, playing baseball or something.” Y/n could feel the angry tears prickling behind her eyes, she had never felt so alone and abandoned and she hated herself for it. She wanted with every inch of her heart to brush it off and just be happy for Bella’s newfound romance, but this seemed to come at the price of her own happiness. “Hey y/n are you okay-”

“Yeah.” Y/n answered a little too quickly, wrapping her arms around herself and nodding furiously. “It can wait. I think I’m going to go for a drive or something.” A somewhat forced smile slipped onto her cheeks as she tried to shake off her disappointment. “Could you tell Bella that I was asking after her?”

“Course.” Charlie said calmly, his gaze still soft and worried.

“Thanks, uh, bye Charlie. Have a nice evening.” Y/n splurted turning away from the door and hopping the fence. Without looking back y/n unlocked her car and quickly got inside, aware of Charlie’s lingering fatherly gaze. After sitting still for a moment, not quite sure what to do with herself she decided to drive down to La Push. The rocks, the ferocious waves, the abandoned feeling of the place. It was exactly what she needed. Trying not to let the tears brim over she turned on the radio and spluttered the engine to life.

Turning out of her driveway she felt better already. Some distance would be nice, plus she never knew who she might bump into along the way, it would be nice to see Jacob again. However, as she was driving down her street she noticed Bella’s red truck speeding toward her. From what she could see Edward was driving, a terrifying expression cut into his face as he glared at the road; Bella peering at him with an estranged fear, tears in her eyes. Y/n only saw them for a second before they passed, headed for home.

Had they been fighting? Y/n’s heart lurched for Bella. Despite Bella’s lack of communication recently, y/n still understood how much Edward meant to her, and of course she would still be there for her.

For a moment she wondered if she should turn back, wait till Edward left and then call on the house again, but her mind was already carrying her to the beach. She needed this time to herself; a break from everyone and everything.

***

Y/n hadn’t been driving long when she was pulled from her mind once more. She was driving down one of the lesser known roads, green and blue blurring around her when she caught sight of someone standing on the side of the road.

The first thing y/n noticed was her hair, ferocious red. It exploded around the woman’s head in fiery ringlets. Her clothes were raggedy and didn’t fit her very well: a tartan button up and loose fitting beige trousers. Over her shoulder hung a backpack with a bottle of water and thick rope looped off the side. She was waving her hands desperately in the air, clearly trying to catch y/n’s attention. Without thinking y/n slowed the car and rolled down her window.

“Are you okay, what’s wrong?”

“Oh thank God!” The woman cried in a strange accent. “I was hitchhiking when I thought I saw a bear. Ran like I never had before but now I’m lost. If you could just drive me to the nearest main road I’ll be able to find my way back to my car.”

Y/n couldn’t help but drink in the appearance of the woman now that she was closer. Her hair appeared even more explosive, a stark contrast with her ivory skin which appeared dewy and soft. Perfect freckles were sprinkled across her nose underneath a pair of dark eyes. She was unimaginably beautiful.

“Sure!” Y/n found herself saying without really taking it into consideration. She was pretty sure the woman looked like that girl Martha in her history class, maybe this was her older sister. “Hop in!”

It would be a minor detour, wouldn’t take long at all. The woman moved fluidly to the side of the car, opening the door with a flash before seating herself comfortably next to her. Y/n paused a moment, waiting for the woman to pull on her seat belt, when realising she wouldn’t she started the engine and drove on.

“The plan will work.” Edward comforted Bella, the two now back at the Cullens house following their performance for Charlie. The Cullens themselves rushed around them, preparing.

“Rosalie and Esme are heading down to your house as we speak. They won’t take their eyes off of Charlie. He’s perfectly safe.” Carlisle added, Bella shot him an appreciative smile. A pause of silence.

“Carlisle what about y/n?” Edward pondered aloud.

“Already thought about it.” Carlisle answered without looking up, Bella glanced between the two. First Edward’s invitation (for which he brushed off all her questions and instead supplied the phoney answer of wanting to know Bella’s friends better) and now this?

“What about y/n?” Bella asked. Edward took a deep breath, not meeting her gaze and ignoring her question.

“James and Victoria have no reason to suspect y/n is of any importance to Bella, Charlie or any of us. They’ve never seen y/n with us, they haven’t heard us talk about her. Y/n is no more than a neighbour. Besides, with Rosalie and Esme having eyes on Charlie they automatically have eyes on y/n.”

“Y/n’s not at home though,” Bella interjected worriedly, “We saw her pass us, she was leaving in her car.”

“What.” Carlisle stated rather than asked, his voice dropping as well as his easy smile. In fact, his entire body language changed, he stood taller, stretching his shoulders forward slightly as he eyes flickered a darker shade of bronze.

“It’s fine.” Edward said, not phased by Carlisle’s reaction, “I read her mind, she’s headed to La Push. If Victoria or James goes onto their territory...” Bella shot him a confused look.

“You’re right.” Carlisle murmured, relaxing slightly as he chewed on the new piece of information, “As long as she’s there she should be safe. I’ll send word to Rosalie, she can keep an eye out for y/n’s return.”

“Let’s go.” Edward muttered without another word.

***

“Just a few more turns then we’ll be on Bogachiel Way, you should be able to find your way from there.” Y/n said automatically, wearing a cheery grin as she hoped not to spook the woman any further - it sounded like she had had a rough day.

“Actually I was hoping we could take a left," The woman spoke, it was the first thing she had said since being in the car. Her voice was smooth like honey but not overtly-sweet, there was definitely some bite in there.

“Are you sure?” Y/n’s brows furrowed, “I haven’t been down there before and we could risk both of us getting lost,” She chuckled to herself, “And-” She turned to face the woman and stopped abruptly, her jaw clamping shut.

“What is it?” The woman asked, not breaking eye-contact. Y/n felt as though she was being compelled, she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.

“Your eyes,” She stuttered, “They’re...blood-red.” She tried to laugh, speaking as though the woman would be surprised herself.

“Oh.” Was all the woman said in a voice completely devoid of all emotion. “Well that just gives it away.”

“What-” But the woman had already snapped her fingers through y/n’s hair, and all she remembered was the sight of the driver’s wheel as her skull crashed into it.

***

Bella sighed heavily from where she was sat in the hotel room. The TV presenting her with some daytime talk show with a painfully loud and obnoxious host. Alice and Jasper were completely still next to her as they watched, no emotion, they looked as though they weren’t even thinking.

The phone exploded with a shrill ring that made Bella jump, before she could get up Alice was already answering it, nodding along to whatever the other person was ranting about. Bella waited patiently with watchful eyes, if it was Carlisle that was calling Edward couldn’t be too far away.

“Bella,” Alice turned to her with a vacant expression, holding out the phone. Bella went to reach it when all of sudden it was falling out of Alice’s grasp with a resounding ‘k-dunk’. Bella went to protest when she realised Alice couldn’t see her, she was seeing something else, something from the future - Jasper was behind her in a second.

“What is it?” He asked soothingly, his hands resting on her shoulders.

“It’s...Victoria.” Alice spluttered distantly, her golden irises flitting back and forth.

“Charlie is he-” Bella began.

“She’s driving. She’s happy.” Alice continued.

“Alice, is Charlie-” Bella tried again.

“Oh.” Alice once more continued as if she hadn’t heard. Then it was over and she turned to Jasper with wide, fearful eyes. “It’s y/n. She has y/n tied up in the back of the car.”

“What?” Bella distantly muttered behind her, meanwhile Edward’s frightful voice could be heard yelling through the phone from the floor. Jasper swept down and twirled the phone into his fingers.

“Edward.” He said clearly, “We have a problem.”

“Is y/n okay?” Bella asked shakily, her fingers half covering her mouth. Alice simply collapsed back down on the couch, her brows furrowed, eyes frightful and she chewed on what she had just seen.

***

“What’s going on Edward?” Carlisle asked as he shifted the car up a gear, racing down the motorway. Edward’s eyes were wide, fluttering left and right as he took in new information.

“What’s wrong?” Emmett asked from the backseat, picking up on the awful tension.

“We have a serious problem.” Edward began.

“How serious?” Carlisle asked, not removing his eyes from the road and yet his voice was still calm, supportive.

“Alice just had another vision but it was of Victoria, apparently she’s driving somewhere with y/n tied up on the backseat.”

What Edward had said didn’t seem to settle with his audience for a while. Carlisle’s face enigmatic, Emmett just simply confused.

“Who’s y/n?” Emmett pondered aloud. Y/n’s presence and affect on the family had pretty much been kept secret between Edward and Carlisle, and Edward was only in on it because of his ability.

“A friend of Bella’s.” Edward answered so Carlisle didn’t have to. “Her best friend, in fact. She could be used for leverage.” Carlisle still hadn’t spoken although his knuckles where blushing blue from his grip on the wheel. “Carlisle?” Edward asked after a moment, still on the phone to Jasper. No response.

“We’re going to need to split up.” Carlisle’s voice was calm, the same as it always was. It was only his eyes that were different, flickering to a darker shade of bronze. “Emmett, Edward, I’m going to need you two to keep driving. Head for the airport and buy yourselves plane tickets to Seattle. Regroup with Jasper and Alice and keep Bella safe.”

“And you?” Emmett asked, now curious.

“I’m going to turn around and head back to Forks. See if I can track down Victoria and stop this from getting anymore messy than it has to.”

“How are you going to...ah.” Edward’s question was answered when Carlisle swung a hard right and sped into the car dealership. Before they knew it Carlisle was up and out of the car throwing the keys to Edward.

“Don’t scratch the Porsche,” Was all he said. “It was a gift.”

“Are you sure?” Emmett called out leaning out of the back window, “You don’t need help?” Carlisle smiled at his son.

“It’s more than I don’t want you to see what I’m about to do.” And with that he turned and disappeared into the building. Edward in a flash was sitting in the driver’s seat, starting up the engine - desperate to see Bella again.

“So,” Emmett smiled broadly as he leaned back and stretched out his arms across the seats, “This girl...y/n...she’s important right.” Edward sighed deeply, before glancing over his shoulder with a soft grin.

“You have no idea.”

***

Y/n stirred, her head feeling as though it was going to pound out of her skill. Distantly she was aware of something holding her wrists and ankles close together and the hum of the engine beneath her.

At first her vision was blurry, and it didn’t help that the trees were rushing past her window and an incomprehensible rate. It was also dark outside, too dark, how long had she been out?

“Wakey, wakey.” A dark voice fluttered down at her. Y/n groaned in response, her hands, bound, automatically rushed to her forehead and when she pulled them back they were slick with blood. This couldn’t be happening.

“What’s going on?” Y/n was surprised how calm her voice sounded as her eyes focused on the sight of the red-head, her wild appearance now feeling threatening. This woman must be insane.

“You have no idea what you owe me.” She spoke in riddles. “Lying there bleeding across these seats. I almost messed up the whole plan.” Yes, she was definitely insane.

“I’m sorry.” The words tumbled out of her mouth. “Have we met before?”

“No.” The woman rolled her eyes, “I promise you would remember if we had.”

“Where are we going?” Y/n didn’t feel like playing into her games, she was petrified as it was.

“Seattle. A girls trip.” She grinned menacingly at her over her shoulder. “James just called, apparently some of your friends just booked a flight there. We can’t risk flying though so I’m afraid we’re driving.”

“To Seattle?”

“We’ll be there before you know it. I’m a quick driver.” She was, the trees were rushing by so quickly no distinctive feature could be made of them. Whenever they came across another car on the lonesome road it whipped by within the millisecond.

“What did you mean by my friends?”

“The Cullens, silly. I saw you hanging around Bella’s house, asking after her even. That’s why your here.” Y/n couldn’t make sense of it, the jumbled words and the fizzing in her head meant everything she tried to process felt scrambled.

“I think you’ve got the wrong girl.” Y/n muttered, her eyes scrunching up as she tried to endure her throbbing skull..

“I’m not sure about that.” Victoria glanced in her rear view mirror, y/n noticed and, twisting in her seat, she watched as a white blur stayed hot on their trails, following the cars movements perfectly. She tried to focus on the identity of the driver but another wave of nausea rolled through her guts.

When this had passed she glanced around panicking. Looking down she noticed the rope, about an inch thick and bound several times around her wrists and ankles in expert fashion. It didn’t take long for y/n to conclude there was no way she could get out of them herself. Glancing around, her head feeling a littler clearer she looked for any way to slow the car down or at least call for help.

Trying to look inconspicuous, y/n leaned forward and looked through the window resting her fingers near the trigger to pull it down. With a quick glance at the woman she slammed down the trigger; but the window rolled down all to slowly and all to loudly. The woman’s head snapped around.

“Bitch.” Was all she spat before rolling the window back up with the panel by her arm. “What were you going to do, make a jump for it? We’re going 150 on the motorway.” The number made y/n feel queasy but she had already committed now, she wasn’t just going to sit here and we carted off to her ‘girls trip’ in Seattle.

Quickly, y/n flipped the window down again and using the bony knot of the rope between her arms she began to attack the top of the glass the same moment the red-head began moving it back up. She wasn’t quite sure where the strength had come from but after a small fit of thwacking her arms against the window she became aware of the tiniest crack at the top. This fuelled her flame.

She started again, aiming directly at the crack beating her bound arms against it relentlessly. In the moment the pain ignited her fury although she was sure she would regret it later. All of a sudden the window gave, one piece fell and then suddenly the whole thing shattered. Before the woman could stop her she leaned out the window, her hair exploding in the wind as she was caught in the white cars headlights.

“Help!” She shrieked, the volume of her voice astounding even her. “Help! Get me out of here! Call the police!” Re-filling her lungs for another spout of shouts the woman leaned over the front seats grabbing a handful of y/n’s hair and slamming her back into the car.

“Insolent bitch!” The woman cried, taking her hands off the steering wheel to yank y/n over the divide between the front two seats. “If you make this anymore difficult for me I’ll find away to get Bella without your help!” This caught y/n’s attentions and she went limp across the seats, her head hanging back so she saw out the front of the car, the world upside down.

“Bella?” Y/n choked.

“If you keep struggling you’ll never see her again.” The woman twisted so that one hand gripped the steering wheel, the other holding y/n’s hair so she was firmly bent back against the armrest, straining her neck; y/n couldn’t help but notice the impossible strength at which she was being pinned down.

The short scrape had pulled and split y/n’s previous head wound: a deep cut curling above her left eyebrow. And when she had broken through the glass and leaned out the raw glass had cut her waist and cheeks. This meant that as y/n’s head was pulled back blood dribbled up her face, trickling into her eyes and leaving a mixture of blood, tears and sweat.

She wasn’t held in the position for long. At some point the woman gasped and let go, now holding two hands on the wheel. Y/n couldn’t quite see what was happening around her but she saw a flash of white and felt the cars wheels roll unstably. She snapped back into the backseat, now no longer interested in the window but rather trying desperately with her bound hands to buckle her seat belt.

As she focused on her bound hands she could faintly hear distant, familiar voices and the red-headed woman shouting back something incomprehensibly fast. Her instincts proved correct, within the minute the car leapt out of control underneath her, swerving off the road and rolling down the small hill. Clutching onto the overhead hanger for dear-life y/n felt her entire world upside down, the sickening scent of burning flesh before darkness finally coddled her once more.

***

Y/n stirred from unconsciousness for the second time in 24 hours and the first thing she noticed was the release on her wrists and ankles. Before she tried to open her eyes she fluttered her fingers over her wrists where there lay course indentations. The skin was tender to touch and she was sure the skin would be black and blue.

Trying to open her eyes she noticed the warm light above her, somehow this made her feel safe. Her head still throbbing furiously she tried to open them further provoking tears to prick behind her eyes and dribble down the sides of her face. A wave of nausea overtook her then and abruptly her body snapped up underneath her, once she was vertical it seemed to die down.

“Woah, woah, woah.” She heard a familiar voice call, she knew that voice. It appeared he had leapt from the shadows, guiding y/n back down but she protested, groaning audibly. “Slow down.” He said calmly, his fingers firm on her sides. A harsh intake of air whipped from her lips and his arms snapped back.

“Your fine it’s just...my sides.” Y/n muttered, wincing from the lingering stinging from her sides, the cuts from the glass of course.

“You’ve had a rough couple of hours.” Carlisle spoke into the silence. Y/n groaned pushing up again, this time Carlisle didn’t move to stop her. “You really shouldn’t sit up, you’ve got some serious head trauma.”

“Just for a sec.” Y/n’s voice was breathy as she pleaded with him, “I just feel too nauseous if I lie down.” He didn’t say anything, but he let her sit. Y/n had just assumed she was in the hospital what with the presence of Carlisle, but when she looked around she wasn’t startled to realise she was propped up on his kitchen counter top. A series of cashmere and fluffy looking blankets covering the surface to make it soft, she tried to ignore that a few were covered in blood.

“I assume you have a lot of questions.”

“You think?” Y/n didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know where to begin. It was a debate on whether to tell Carlisle her crazy story, to describe to him the red-headed woman with blood-red eyes, how she had talked about the Cullens and Bella. On the other hand, instead of explaining she wanted to ask questions; how had she ended up at the Cullens house, where was her car, what happened to the woman. She settled on her question. “Is Bella okay?”

Carlisle stared at her with a pondering expression, as if he were chewing on the information she had released by that question alone.

“Bella is fine.” He said slowly, his voice soft. He had stepped away from y/n and stood at the opposite counter top, running a white cloth (by the smell it was doused in alcohol) over an assortment of medical instruments. Y/n tried not to look at them. He turned to her suddenly, as if he were waiting for another question.

“Do you know what happened to me?” Y/n asked, her fingers rushing to her forehead. He was there in a second, his hand empty, holding her fingers back with his own gentle touch. He had moved with supernatural speed but y/n couldn’t process that right now, that wasn’t the craziest thing to happen tonight.

“Yes and no. Don’t touch your wound I’m not done.” He answered clearly, going back to his work. Y/n just stared at him, waiting for him to go on. He sighed. “I got a call saying that you were in danger. That you had been taken hostage by Victoria.” Y/n automatically linked the name with the face. “I came to help you. I was in the white ford bronco behind you.” Like deja-vu the images shot through her mind, leaning out the window calling for a help, unable to make out the figure in the white car.

“How come...” He was back assessing her wounds, dabbing it here and there, engrossed in his work. Her eyes were large, slightly dazed and glossy as she watched him through his arms, her eyes fixed on his own.

“How come...” His warm voice was only a whisper, guiding her along her words.

“You. How come it was you that came for me? You...” She trailed off again, aware even through her murky mind of her heartbeat picking up at his closeness.

“Because, and I know this is confusing,” He began, taking a break and looking directly into her eyes, capturing her attention, “I will always be there when you need me. Perhaps not necessarily when you want me...but always when you need me.” Y/n surprised herself by completely understanding what he was trying to convey. It all felt like a dream anyhow.

“When your car went off the side of the road.” He began, unable to return to his tools as he was caught in a memory, “I-” He trailed off, a flash of anger dancing in his eye. “I pried open your door and you were unconscious. And the blood-” He stifled something in his throat.

“You’re a doctor and you don’t like blood.” Y/n murmured, a smile slipping on her lips. Carlisle smirked.

“I’m not afraid of all blood, only yours.” He went back to work.

“You’re afraid of me?” She asked, her voice quiet and small. He paused, catching her off guard as he moved forward, his nose an inch from hers.

“I haven’t felt fear like I did tonight for three hundred years.” Y/n still felt like she was dreaming.

“It hurts.” She mumbled after a few moments of tense silence.

“I know, love.” He hummed, saddened at her pain. “Where?” Y/n went to brush her forehead but stopped herself, she then moved to her stomach, tentatively, afraid of showing Carlisle her exposed flesh she lifted her shirt slightly. Peering down herself she noticed a series of cuts dancing around her waist, in particular her front from where she had leaned on cut glass. If she were not mistaken, Carlisle’s breath hitched in his throat. She let her shirt drop.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Carlisle winced as if he disagreed.

“You shouldn’t even be this hurt in the first place.” He murmured, more to himself than anyone. “I thought that by leaving you alone I was protecting you. In reality, I was only pushing you away because I was afraid.”

“There’s that word again. Why do I scare you?”

“It’s not you per-say, more what you’ve made me realise about myself.”

“Carlisle...my heads spinning.” He met her eye before turning away grabbing something off the counter top.

“Here,” He murmured, a smirk lighting up his face. Looking down y/n caught sight of a roll of band-aid held between two of his slender fingers; the familiar dinosaur pattern somewhat sun-bleached.

“God, I can’t seem to escape those.” Y/n murmured softly smiling despite everything.

“Well I might’ve taken a box home since the accident.” Y/n eyed him, he had taken these from the hospital? “I guess I couldn’t help myself.” He said as if reading her mind, his brows now furrowed as he turned back to his work. He unwrapped a decent amount of plaster before tearing it with his fingers, finally he positioned it above her right eye and, soft as feather, pressed it against her head. As he had done this he had inched closer and closer, y/n’s legs automatically opening so that he may position himself comfortably.

“I have to say I think you’re going to get your wish.” Carlisle muttered softly.

“What?” Y/n whispered back, astonished at how close he was standing, his hip bones touching the inner of her knees.

“I think this cut may just scar. You can finally walk around town with something interesting to talk about.” Y/n rolled her eyes but grinned broadly, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly.

“By the way, what am I going to say, about this?” Her fingers reached up to her face resting against her dinosaur spotted plaster. Carlisle thought for a moment.

“You,” He began, reaching his own fingers up to join hers, “Were tired...and upset,” His voice was so soft, and yet the silence blanketed around them meant it filled the room. “And you went for a drive,” Chills sparked down her spine as he slowly lowered himself to her level, careful not to make any sudden movements. “And you...lost sight of things...for a moment.” She could feel cool breath brushing against her cheeks. “It was dark and you crashed...I saw it happen by chance, and helped.”

“Okay.” Y/n murmured. “But...that’s not the truth.”

“No,” He breathed into the tension, “Unfortunately the world cannot know the truth.”

“Can I?”

“I think it is what you’re owed.” Y/n pondered this.

“The woman?”

“She had disappeared before I got to you. Afraid probably.”

“Of you?” Y/n asked somewhat incredulously, but she could see it, the power in his voice, his control over a room.

“I have a...reputation.” Y/n just grinned, overwhelmed.

All of a sudden his cool fingers were brushing her hair off her face before resting either side of her head, his thumb back to brushing under her right eye. Y/n froze at the contact and yet he clearly found the movement completely natural as he tilted her chin to meet his gaze.

“There is so much about this world you have yet to discover. Right now, you are on the cusp of a discovery that may change your life forever and most certainly it will mine. We’ve been keeping something from you, me, Bella, Edward. But not out of contempt, or anger, or hate...but because it’s difficult to know how to best protect those whom you love. And if today is any indication, I’ve been doing it all wrong.”

“Love?” Y/n whispered. Carlisle paused heavily.

“It’s...not my fault, I promise.” Carlisle murmured, his nose brushing with hers ever so slightly, “There is a degree of destiny involved.” Y/n grinned as she pulled back slightly, but Carlisle’s hands never left her face.

“You speak in riddles.” This caused Carlisle to laugh, deep and heartily.

“A product of my age unfortunately. But, I promise. Things aren’t as complicated as they seem...or maybe they are. Either way, you no longer will be left in the dark.”

“Is this the part where you spill all of your dirty secrets?”

“How did you know?” He mocked with a grin. “Now listen carefully.” He pulled back leaving only cold air where he once was, but he remained in contact, holding onto y/n’s hand, brushing circles over the feathery veins as he seated himself next to her.

“There’s a lot you need to learn.”

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amirrorneverlies · 4 years ago

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𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒫𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒮𝒶𝓎? – 𝒮𝑜𝓁𝑜 𝒷𝓎 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶

𝘈𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯.

‘Are you going to tell me what it was about this time?’ #Charlie sat a plate of eggs and toast down on the table before me and one for himself and took a seat across from me.

“Hmm?” I picked up my fork without telling him that there were egg shells in the eggs and started to push them to the side. I knew my father had the best intentions in mind, but he was such a bad cook.

‘I heard you last night again Bells, are they getting any better?’ he wasn’t eating. His eyes were on me the whole time.

“It was fine, I’m getting better dad.” I half smiled looking over to him and then pointing my fork down to the plate. “Thanks for making these for me.” Picking up the toast I took a bite to stop him from questioning me anymore.

‘Okay. What are your plans for today?’ He asked as he started to eat himself. Today was Saturday and #Charlie had to work.

“The yard needs work, the grass, and the weeds. And I was thinking about painting that old trellis? Bring it back to life.” I’d made an extensive list of things to do around the house as I’d not managed to make any plans with the guys today.

#Charlie listened and ate, once his mouth was empty, he spoke. ‘Or you could drive down to La Push and go to see Jacob. The other night when you made all those calls. You seemed to forget that he is a friend of yours too.’

I stopped chewing, there was shock that #Charlie had noticed how I’d not called #Jake. But how could I? I’d not seen or spoken to him in over half a year. What right did I have to pick up the phone and call him. Or to even just show up at his door step and say what? ‘Hi Jake, sorry I didn’t check in with you while I had a boyfriend. But he is gone now. So, yeah. Hi!’ That’s not how friendships worked, and I’d used his innocence once before to gain something for myself. I couldn’t do that again.

“Uhm, it’s the weekend. I’m sure he has plans with all his friends.” Taking another mouthful.

‘Actually, I spoke to Billy last night. He was saying how he and the kid were planning to do some work around their place. So, they will be in all day long.’ My eyes glanced over to #Charlie, the police chief looked very proud of himself and the fact that he’d done his homework before he even brought #Jacob up like this, was a Checkmate move on the board.

“I don’t know –“ I started to say.

‘Bells, you promised.’ He dropped his fork, and his hand was on the table. ‘You promised to make an effort to start living your life again. Just going to school and hanging around the house wasn’t a part of that deal.’ He was about to push himself up from the table when I reached out.

“Okay dad, okay. I’ll call—”. His brows pulled together. “—Fine I’ll get in the truck and drive down there. You have those VHS’s of the old game for Billy, anyway, don’t you? I can take them and drop them off.”

His frown eased and he sat back. “Not that I understand who in their right mind still watches VHS’s in today’s world.” I glanced over through my eyelashes with a smile.

★ ★ ★ ★

#Charlie left for work after breakfast with the promise from me that I would go to see #Jacob today. It was still too early at the time, so I started on my jobs around the house.

I put a casserole in the slow cooker to be ready for dinner. I knew that the day seemed to drag for me, but for my dad it always flies by with him forgetting to eat most of the time. A hot meal being ready for him when he got home would help.

I then moved on to changing mine and #Charlie’s beds and put the washing on. It wasn’t raining today which was a good sign. If nothing else I knew that I could air dry the washing for once.

I hoovered and mopped the house and cleaned the windows from the inside. I was about to start on the next load of washing when my phone pinged with a text message from my dad.

𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚊𝚍: 𝙶𝚘 𝚃𝚘 𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝙹𝙰𝙺𝙴!

I wasn’t sure how he knew, but he did. My eyes glanced all around the downstairs of our house. “Does he have spy cams up in this place?” I knew he didn’t, but could I put it past him? Also, could I blame him at all? Not when he had me as his daughter. I couldn’t.

★ ★ ★ ★

I changed into something warmer, before running down the stairs to the living room to find the tapes I told #Charlie I’d take over to #Billy for him. It was an excuse to go over, a reason for me to not feel like I was intruding on the Black family on their weekend.

Pushing the tapes into a bag, I added the pie #Charlie had brought home yesterday too, the box was still sealed, and I knew it would be a peace offering for the Black’s if I took them some food. Making a note to stop off at the store on the way back home to pick another one up for my dad.

Gathering up my keys and things, I glance out the back at the washing and then up at the sky. It was still bright and light out there and all I could do was cross my fingers and hope that the rain stayed away until I was back home.

Running out of the front door I close it shut behind me without looking. The lace of my trainers getting stuck under my own feet. If I wasn’t in such a hurry, I may have seen it. Who was I kidding? There was no way I would have stopped long enough to see and carefully step over my own feet, and the lace. I tried to step forward, but my body jerked headlong out of my porch, and I was about to go flying down the steps when I felt that energy. The one I had a couple of nights ago. That pull was here surrounding me again. My body rolled forward and then back as I was being shoved with my own body weight counter balancing me.

“What?” My brows pulled together, and my forehead crinkled up as I looked everywhere. My hands swatting the air around me. “What was that?” Was I officially losing my mind? What was happening to me these days?

Looking over my shoulder, this time I slowly started down the steps and towards my truck.

“Try not to kill yourself before the end of the day Bella!” I muttered to myself.

★ ★ ★ ★

The drive to La Push never took long, however today I was the one who had been driving as slow as it was possible. Once I crossed the Bogachiel River on the 101, I knew there was no going back. I knew it was my own inability to forgive my behaviour to those around me, but I couldn’t stop the hundred and one scenarios from playing in my mind.

Scenario 1: #Jacob not opening the door when he heard my voice, so I would just stay quiet until he opened the door.

Scenario 2: #Jacob closing the door to his house in my face the moment he saw me, so I would have to put my foot in the door for him to listen to me.

Scenario 3: #Billy asking me to leave and never come back. He had the right to do so, he would be protecting his son from me and my one-sided friendship. And I had no come back from that.

All these thoughts brought with it the question I was too afraid of asking and thinking. Was it #Jacob who I was dreading to see or was it really #Billy?

I attempted to keep my attention on the road as I drove past First beach. The crashing waves of the sea made my head judder to the side, and I found myself pulling over to climb out. Moving around my truck to look closer at the group of kids on the beach. Laughing, and joking, chasing one another, and having a good time. It didn’t take me long to notice the faces I recognised in the group; I couldn’t place names to them, but I was sure that the last time I came down here with my friends from school these faces were around.

The ice-cold chill in the breeze blew into my face, making me hug myself as my teeth started to clatter. But my eyes scanned the faces not sure what or who I was looking for until I found his.

#Jacob stood beside three other guys, it wasn’t hard to see his big smile and his long jet-black hair blowing in the air from under his beanie. He was talking animatedly with the others and to look at him this way, I could be forgiven if I believed no time had passed at all. And yet so much time had.

I moved forward a few steps and then found my feet frozen to the road beside my truck. Chewing on my lip, I listened to that voice in my head saying.

‘He is with his friends, the ones who didn’t abandon him. Don’t spoil it for him.’

My gaze remained on #Jacob for a little while longer before my mind was made up. There was something I must do first, and now was as good a time as any.

Taking a few steps away from the beach, I tripped over my feet and into my truck before I stumbled my way around the vehicle, then climbed back into it. I had to do something before I could face #Jacob, it had to be done the right way.

Starting up the engine I pulled back out into the road and drove away from the beach, my teeth still chattering and the cold taking a hold of me.

★ ★ ★ ★

Pulling up I parked my truck beside the 1996 Chevy, glad to see that there was nobody else here. The Red wood-built house looked like nobody was in, but for the tell tail sign of the front door being left open. The two sides of the ramp before the house with fresh chopped wood stacked up high on each end, telling me that #Jacob and his father #Billy had been busy this morning too.

I climbed out of my truck, remembering to take the bag with the tapes and the pie with me this time as I moved over the wet green grass towards the door.

My heart had started to thud in my chest at all the outcomes that could come from this meeting. If #Billy wouldn’t speak with me. If he would ask me to leave? What was I going to say to him? I just knew that I needed to apologise for my behaviour.

“Uhm... Hello?” I rattle my knuckles on the wooden door and looked in. But I didn’t dare to step inside without being told I was welcome to do so.

‘Are you just going to stand there or are you going in Bella?’ I jumped out of my skin, my feet tripping over something on the ramp but #Billy’s out stretched arms stopped me from falling over myself.

‘Damn that boy. I told Jake to fix that lose board days ago.’ His forehead filled with wrinkles as he frowned looking down at the board in the ramp that I’d not even seen until now. ‘Are you okay there Bella? Did you hurt yourself?’ He asked concerned.

“I’m fine Billy, it’s my fault.” Looking down at the open laces of my trainers. “It’s like I have a death wish these last few days.” I was too late to stop, the comment was out before I could understand the impact of those words to this man.

‘Bella.’ #Billy didn’t look too pleased at my choice of words.

“Sorry, that’s not what I meant. I just meant... well… you know… I was getting so much better at this walking thing and not tripping thing. And now this last week... I can’t explain it.” I didn’t know why I was telling him all of this. Holding up the bag in my hand. “Charlie asked me to bring you the game tapes you asked for, and I bought you and Jake a pie too.” I offered as a peace offering.

#Billy reached out and took the bag from me. ‘Thanks for this kid, tell your dad I owe him.’ He motioned for me to move and wheeled himself up the ramp now into his house. Seeing that I hadn’t moved back towards my truck, he stopped. ‘Jake isn’t here, he went down to the beach with a few of his friends.’

Chewing my lips, my fingers tugging at the hem of my jumper. “I know Billy, I saw him down there as I was driving up. But I was hoping that maybe I could talk with you?” I asked with a pleading look in my eyes.

#Billy sat there looking up at me an extra few moment, and I wished so much that I could read his mind. To see inside his head to see what it was he was thinking, what decisions he was trying to make.

‘You best come on in out of the cold then.’ He wheeled himself into the house, past the living room and into the open plan kitchen, Setting the bag down on the table, he moved to grab the coffee pot and then he took out two plates, two forks and two coffee mugs.

I followed behind him and stood watching unsure what to do now that he had actually allowed me to come in. I was so prepared for him to send me away, that I’d not readied myself for the time he would want to listen to me.

‘You don’t like coffee, do you?’ He was talking to himself as he wheeled himself to the fridge and took out the milk and brought it back to the table. ‘Well? are you going to take a seat?’ His voice was commanding. #Billy was always a kind man, and yet there was something in the way that he carried himself that told people not to push him.

I stepped into the kitchen now and took the seat across from him and pulled myself up against the table. We both sat there in silence as he poured me out a mug of milk, coffee for himself. He opened the pie and cut out the first slice and looked elated at the fact that it was cherry. Handing me a plate he went on to cut himself a slice too. Once he was done, he picked up the mug and took a sip from it. Setting the mug down his deep brown eyes found mine. ‘What can I do you for Young Bella?’

This was it, #Billy had in his way given me time to pull myself, my mind, and my thoughts together. Given me the opportunity to clear my mind of all the confusion and now was waiting for me to make my move.

I took a sip from the mug; the milk was fresh and cold. Just how I liked it. My eyes moved down to the pie, as I tried my best to find my words. Telling myself that this was my chance to make things right with #Billy.

“I am sorry Billy.” Those were the main four words I wished to tell him. “You are one of my father’s best friends. You were worried about me, you cared enough to want to help me. You were willing to put your peoples secret in jeopardy to help me. And I was ungrateful, I didn’t understand all it would have taken for you to make that drive to Forks. To come to speak to Charlie, to warn him... When I should have tried to listen, to understand, to heed your forewarning. I didn’t. I’d become somebody I never thought possible, and please understand in no way am I trying to push the blame on anybody but myself. I pride myself by believing that I am intelligent, and I am level headed. But back then I allowed myself to let my emotions get away from me. I am sorry Billy. I am so sorry that I didn’t listen to a man who cared for me just as my father does.”

The words dried up, and I closed my eyes with my chocolate brown hair falling forward to cover my shame in this moment. I was chewing on my lips as the silence grew until he said one word. ‘Cares.’ Billy sat there, his eyes on me when I finally lifted my gaze.

“I’m sorry?” I asked confused.

‘You said, ‘man who cared’, and I am telling you that this man here. He still ‘Cares’ about you. That will never change Bella, Ever. Kids make mistakes, all be it that yours could have meant that we lost you forever. But you are here, alive and well.’ I could see a visible shudder in him as he said those words. I guess he’d imagined in the past and maybe even now how my death could have come to passing.

‘Now eat your pie, It’s cherry. It will be good.’ That was that. #Billy and I sat there, eating pie, I drank my milk, and he drank his coffee, and I felt a little free of my mistake. #Billy could have and should have drawn this out. Made me explain myself more in-depth. Asked questions as to why I’d chosen the way I had back then. But he didn’t do that. And this too told me so much more than I could have imagined.

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