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My Beautiful Rescue

Summary:
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


Notes:
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


8. The Cat's Out of the Bag

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“Carlisle,” I said uncertainly. They had all left so... so quickly! I hadn't processed anything yet. I had no idea what had just happened.

He closed the distance between us quickly. “Bella, are you okay? Do you need to sit down? We have food and water inside. Are you thirsty?”

I shook my head.

He put his hand on the small of my back, and started to lead me inside. It didn't feel uncomfortable at all, just natural. After a few steps, he stopped. His cell phone was at his ear only a moment later.

“Edward?” he answered.

It didn't even seem like he waited for any response. He hung up, and slipped the phone back into his pocket.

“Bella, would you mind?” He held out his arms. “I don't have time to explain right now, sorry.” There was a note of urgency in his voice that I had never heard out of him before.

I nodded, a little unsure about what I had just agreed to.

Carlisle swept me into his arms, then started running. I was sure he was going faster than my poor old truck ever could. I didn't even have time to close my eyes before I was strapped into a black Mercedes, one of the only cars I could recognize. He swung out onto the lane that led to the house, and then hit the gas. I felt myself press against the back of my seat.

I took a deep breath. I didn't realize it, but I hadn't been breathing. Things were happening so quickly, I couldn't think straight.

“What's going on?” I gasped. It seemed like five minutes ago I was going on an innocent trip to Seattle with a group of my friends. Then my sanity started its downward tailspin.

The best friends I had in Forks were vampires. There were other, bad vampires in town. Carlisle threw me into a car and started driving the speed of light. I didn't know what could come next. I was just waiting for Carlisle to tell me that they could also fly, talk to fish, and leap tall buildings in a single bound.

“The other ones, the visitors, are hunting for you. Your scent was all over the others, and one of them, James is his name, decided to hunt you,” explained Carlisle, keeping his eyes on the road. He was clenching his teeth, another thing I'd never seen from him. I had assumed that Carlisle was all compassion and niceness. I had no idea he had a different side to him.

“He's... hunting me?” I squeaked.

“Yes, Bella. We are going to try and get you as far away from him as possible. I am sorry we got you into this. Truly, truly sorry. If there was any way I could change the way it was, I would.” He was getting more distraught by the minute.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Somewhere away from here. Far, far away,” Carlisle answered. “We'll go to Phoenix. James is smart enough to know that we'd never go anywhere you have ties to. That's why we'll do exactly that, just because he will not be looking there.”

“I have to call Charlie. I have to tell him! Please, let me call him.” Tears started to gather in the corners of my eyes.

He handed over his phone. This time, he was watching me carefully. I must have looked a wreck.

I was grateful when it clicked over to the machine. Charlie must have gone to the station, and I wouldn't have to talk to him in person.

“Dad, I... I can't stay with you anymore. I don't have any friends here, I miss mom, and seeing Seattle just made me miss Phoenix.” I swallowed back a sob. “I've convinced the Cullens to take me home. I really had to do some arm twisting, so don't be angry at them. They want what's best for me, just like you do. I know mom isn't home... I know where the key is. Love you, Dad.” I hung up the phone, the tears flowing freely by then.

Carlisle reached out and wiped a tear off of my cheek. “Sorry, Bella,” he murmured.

I shook my head. “It's not your fault, not at all. I just attract bad things, that's all.”

“Hmm...” hummed Carlisle.

“What?” I asked, wiping the remainder of the tears away.

“Well, you said you attract bad things. My feelings aren't made of steel, Bella,” he said, smiling wryly.

“Oh, no! I didn't mean you! But... wait, I attract you?” I asked incredulously.

He looked out his side window. He didn't answer.

It seemed impossible. Carlisle was very attractive. He had a certain brooding, old-fashioned movie star look about him. He didn't even look that much older than me...

“I feel... ridiculous. Yes, Bella, I am attracted you,” he finally answered.

“Why would that make you feel ridiculous?”

He sighed. “I'm technically twenty-three, Bella. That's six years older than you. I know that's younger than what you thought I was, but still.”

“You're... you're only twenty-three?” That changed quite a bit, in my mind. Sure, I only thought he was a few years older than that, but it seemed like a lot.

“Technically, yes.”

“You keep saying technically. What do you mean?”

“Well, I'm older than that if you count real years... but I don't,” he added quickly.

It was a little funny to see Carlisle acting the way he was. I never would of thought of him in the situation he was now.

“Would it be terrible of me to tell you that I'm... attracted to you, too?” I asked. A blush crept its way to my cheeks.

“That wouldn't be terrible at all,” said Carlisle. He was smiling slightly.

That made the blush on my cheeks even darker. I wasn't sure, but I thought that, just maybe, he was flirting.

He seemed a little bit more relaxed. He jaw was unclenched, his posture relaxed. His hands weren't clutched around the steering wheel as tightly. It was then, while I was looking the wheel, I noticed his left hand.

“Where's your wedding ring?” I said it before I thought about it, and I winced right after. It was probably a touchy subject for him.

“I'm...” He cleared his throat. “I'm not married anymore.”

I mentally smacked myself in the head. “I'm so sorry, Carlisle. I didn't mean to bring it up.”

He smiled. “It's okay, Bella. It was time for that part of my life to be over. It's just hard to get used to. I'll be fine, don't worry.”

“Okay.” I still felt bad.

“So it seems like the cat's out of the bag,” said Carlisle, trying to change the subject. “We find each other attractive.”

“Sorry?”

He laughed, but there was still something wrong. I couldn't help but feel terrible about his and Esme's divorce. I hoped I wasn't the reason they broke up.

But judging by the way Esme treated me earlier, I had a hunch I was, and that was the scary part.