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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“So, after multiple protests from the Volturi, I left Italy and came to America,” finished Carlisle. He had explained his entire history during our car ride. It was fascinating.
I looked at him, astonished. “You're serious?” I asked. He started at when he was changed into a vampire to how he met all of his family members..
He nodded. “Yes, yes I am.”
I shook my head. “Well, that's much more exciting than my story.”
He laughed. “I've just had quite a few more years of story than you have.”
I opened my mouth to reply when the most horrific ripping sound cut me off. Without realizing what was going on, I was thrown from the car. Something as hard as iron caught me, and the air was knocked out of my lungs. I snapped my eyes shut.
“Bella!” I heard Carlisle call.
I opened my eyes to see another very pale, very handsome vampire. He grinned, and I could have sworn I heard him growl. He had long blond hair and red eyes. He was holding me in his arms, and we were standing next to Carlisle's destroyed car.
Carlisle was being restrained by a red-headed woman and a dark-haired man. He looked absolutely distraught.
“Hello, Bella,” sneered the one holding me. I struggled to get away, but he just held me tighter. “This really was way too easy.”
Carlisle growled. “Let her go.”
The one holding me, James, I assumed, laughed. “No!” He grabbed on of my wrists and ran his nose along the length of my arm.
“Just do it!” yelled the woman.
James smiled, and I couldn't think of anything more evil. He squeezed my wrist and I heard a snap. I screamed in pain.
“Stop!” yelled Carlisle. The woman and the man restraining him had to change their grip. Carlisle was trying desperatly to escape.
“Stop what?” asked James, examining my other arm. “This?” He grabbed my forearm and actually broke the bone in half.
I writhed in pain, and a wave of nausea swept over me. My empty stomach heaved.
Before another word was spoken, there was a very loud roar. In a matter of seconds, the rest of the Cullen family was standing on the road. I felt a sharp pain on my neck before James dropped me. My head landed on the pavement with a loud thump, and I started to lose consciousness.
Carlisle was at my side in a matter of seconds, keeping me awake. He was more upset than I had ever seen him before. “Bella, I need you to breathe for me,” he commanded.
I tried to do as he told, but I couldn't. It felt like my ribcage was caving in.
Behind him, I could make out the movements of a fight. There was a loud screeching and then a tearing noise. The Cullens were throwing things into the fire that started in Carlisle's car.
But even more distracting than the fire and the screeching was the unbelievable pain in my neck. I could feel my pulse beating in every bone of my body.
“Carlisle,” I whimpered.
He bit his lip. “Bella, I'm so sorry.”
I felt a hot tear run down my cheek. “My neck!” I screamed.
His cold, nimble fingers ran from my chin to my collarbone. They didn't do anything to soothe the flames.
He exhaled heavily. “It's too late,” he whispered.
I didn't know what he meant, and I was finding it hard to care. I couldn't concentrate on anything except the agonizing, throbbing pain in my neck. It was spreading down the length of my spine. I shuddered.
“Jasper, Alice, stage it,” commanded Carlisle. He probed around the base of my neck, and deciding it was safe enough, slid his arms under me.
“Stage what?” I croaked. I flinched afterwards. Talking was definitely not a good idea. My hand flew to my throat.
He cleared his throat. “Your death.” By the way he said it, it didn't sound nearly as dire as it should have.
Before he could explain, I fainted in his arms.
I don't know exactly when I woke up. I drifted in and out of consciousness. The only thing that remained constant was the excruciating fire that seemed to consume my whole body. I had no idea what was going on. I knew that being dead was even preferable to the pain.
A few times, I could hear a voice through the fog. It was Carlisle, and he whispered soothingly in my ear. I couldn't figure out what he was saying, but the thought that he was there helped me a little bit.
I didn't know how much time had passed since the fire started, and it hurt to remember. The moments went by in a haze.
“Bella?” was the first thing that I could make out in what seemed like an eternity.
My throat, which had been of no use to me whatsoever since the fire began, actually started to feel a little less horrid.
“Carlisle?” I breathed.
“Yes! Yes, Bella. I'm right here!” he exclaimed.
I opened my eyes and found his face. The motion made my eyelids ache.
“Ow,” I murmured.
He put his hand on my face. “Bella, there's something you have to know.”
The pain was slowly getting more bearable. I knew that the hell I'd gone through was almost over. Still, it hurt to turn my head and look at him.
“What?” I whispered.
“Before I tell you, I need to let you know... If there was anyway I could have prevented it from happening, I would have done it,” he explained.
“What is it?” I asked again, the strength in my voice rising. He was making me increasingly anxious, which, when it was pared with the irritating itch in the back of my throat, didn't make me feel all too pleasant.
He frowned, but continued. “When James bit you, his vampire venom made its way into your bloodstream. When a human is bit by a vampire and is left alive, the venom travels through the veins, slowly turning you into a vampire.”
“I'm a... a vampire?” I gasped. The dry feeling in my throat started making me more and more aggravated. I felt a rumble deep in my chest.
“Yes, Bella. I'm so sorry,” he replied.
At that point, I couldn't even listen. The irritating itch in my throat was turning into something much, much more.
I was thirsty.
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