My Beautiful Rescue
Bella is the new girl in Forks. When a scare alerts her to some unexplainable activities, she doesn't know what to do. She soon finds herself in love with somebody who isn't exactly supposed to love her back. Bella/Carlisle
This is Bella/Carlisle m'dears. Just throwing that out there. If you don't like it DO NOT read it. Really. I don't want one star reviews shouting "THIS IS GROSS"... and if I get them, I may be forced to throw on of my knight friends at your face. :D
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“Bella, stay calm,” commanded Carlisle. He lifted me into a sitting position.
I clenched my jaw and made sure not to breathe.
“I am going to take you outside. Once we are out there, we are going to find you a nice, big animal, okay?” he said in a dulcet tone.
I didn't reply. I let him lead me out the back door and then into the forest. I couldn't think straight. I didn't know what was happening. I was thirsty, and that was the only thing I could focus on. I vaguely felt Carlisle's hand on my arm, but that was it.
And then I was hunting. I felt the wind through my hair, and somewhere far away, I heard some sort of animal, a bear maybe. In what seemed like seconds, I had the bear pinned down. I drained it of its blood quickly, before it knew what hit it.
As soon as I fed, I felt much better. I could think clearly and coherently... and that's when I started to get very, very anxious.
“I'm a vampire? What about my dad, my mom, school?” I asked, mere steps away from the recently deceased bear. It all hit me at once.
Carlisle took my hand. “Bella, come with me.”
He pulled me behind him quickly, and I realized I didn't recognize where I was. It was only a minute before he led me into his house. He pointed to the couch and I sat down.
“Bella,” he started reluctantly. “I am so very sorry about what has happened to you.”
“What exactly happened to me?” I asked slowly.
“You were bitten by James, which turned you into a vampire. We had to stage your death... and we will be leaving Forks as soon as it has been long enough,” he said. He sat next to me.
I shook my head. “But... but what will happen to Charlie?” I asked quietly.
“Alice went over to your house soon after we defeated James and told him that you and I had died in a car crash. Remember, you called and told him you were on your way to Phoenix, so he blames himself... We've been watching him for the last three days, while you were changing, and he hasn't done much. He just sits. He doesn't watch television, go to work, and he hardly eats,” admitted Carlisle. At least he was honest.
“Has he told my mom?” I whispered.
Carlisle nodded. “He called her just after Alice told him. She was distraught, and is flying in for your funeral tomorrow.”
“Because the car was burned, there were no bodies for them to find... and also because we weren't in the car, of course. There will be an empty coffin.”
“I need to see him,” I said.
“Bella, you're not ready. The smell of Charlie's blood will be too much for you,” said Carlisle.
“No, Carlisle. I have to see him. It's my fault that he feels horrid!” I exclaimed, my voice growing in intensity with each word. “I will not talk to him. I just need to see.”
He sighed. “If you go, Edward, Emmett, and I will go, also. If you lose control, we will be there to help you.
I looked down at my lap. “Thanks, Carlisle. Can I go tomorrow, so I can see my mom, too?”
Edward came down the stairs a second later. “Bella, I'm so glad you're okay,” he said. He was grinning.
“Yeah,” I said, smiling slightly.
Once he looked at Carlisle, however, he didn't seem too happy. “Carlisle...” he murmured.
Carlisle nodded. “We agreed upon it in the car.”
“How could you?” said Edward quietly, anger in his every word.
“You knew it was coming,” insisted Carlisle.
“But I didn't know the feeling was mutual,” said Edward sharply. He looked at me for a moment and then swept out of the room.
I frowned. “What was that all about?”
“You know how Alice can see the future? Well, Edward also has a power. He can read minds, and apparently he heard something from me that he didn't really want to hear,” he admitted.
“Like what?” I asked.
“Well,” he laughed. “I'm sure you can guess.”
Before I could guess, Emmett flew down the stairs and started hooking things up to the TV. “I'm here right now, so please don't do anything gross,” he said quickly.
“Like what?” asked Carlisle, just like I had seconds before.
Emmett turned around and gave him a long, skeptical look before playing attention to the TV again. A second later, a screen for Mario Kart came on. He sat on the ground, a video game controller in his hand.
“Well, I have to go speak with Esme, anyway,” he said. He got up, kissed my hand, and then left the room.
“Eww, like that,” he muttered. A moment later he yelled, “Jasper, I'm not going to wait all day to kick your butt!”
Jasper started down the stairs very, very slowly. “Well, I think I can wait all day to get my butt kicked, thank you,” he said.
Emmett glared. “Fine, then you can't have Bowser!”
Jasper was sitting next to Emmett in less than a second. “I always get Bowser,” he muttered.
By the end of one race, I was cracking up. I had never seen anyone take a video game so seriously, especially one that involved anything named Bowser.
“Emmett, you are a cheater!” exclaimed Jasper, furiously pressing buttons on his controller.
“I tell you every single time, Jasper! I just happen to know where all the shortcuts are. They're there, which means you can totally use them, which means I'm not cheating! You're just mad because you don't know where they are!”
“Jasper, will you come tell me if this dress looks okay on me?” called Alice.
“Not right now!” he snapped. “I have to beat Emmett.”
“Emmett, will you come tell me this dress looks wonderful on me?” called Rosalie right after Alice. Apparently she already knew she looked wonderful, she just wanted someone to tell her so.
“Can't! Winning!” replied Emmett shortly.
In the end, Emmett was the one who won.
“Yeah!” he yelled. He threw his controller on the ground, successfully breaking it into a million pieces. “I told you so!” he sang.
Jasper got up slowly and looked at Emmett.
“Aw, no fair!” cried Emmett. “You can't make me feel sad right now! It ruins my gloating.”
Jasper cocked an eyebrow and walked out of the room.
“Damn,” sighed Emmett, sitting next to me on the couch. “I hate it when he does that.”
“Does what?” I asked.
“Well, I always win,” answered Emmett. He didn't elaborate.
“And?” I asked, trying not to laugh.
“Well, he doesn't like that, so he spoils it like an immature baby!” yelled Emmett, making sure Jasper could hear.
“I'm not the one who plays with Princess Peach!” retorted Jasper.
“See?” sighed Emmett. “I never get to have any fun.”
“Because playing Mario Kart is not considered fun,” I laughed.
And then Emmett looked at me with no sign of humor on his face and said, “Mario Kart isn't a game, Bella. It's serious."
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