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Edward Cullen is a human. Bella Swan is a vampire. This is their story. It's only my second fan fiction, people. Please feel free to criticize it.

I'm not really sure where I'm going with this... I think it'll be long, though.

21. Try To Remember

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“Doctor Cullen, are you alright?” Lisa asked me gently.

I finished drying my hand and turned to her. “Yes, fine. Just a little tired.” Oh, just a little tired. My head was throbbing, pounding. I felt like I was on fire. My vision blurred and faded. And I couldn’t concentrate for the life of me.

Lisa read the lie in my face. “You should go home,” she said quietly. “I’ll clear your schedule for you and then drive you there.”

“No, really, I’m fine.” My eyes burned and her face blurred. What was wrong with me?

She put a pale hand on my chest. I flinched; she was ice cold. “Carlisle, you’re burning up. You’re sick. You need to rest.”

“I’m not sick,” I said mechanically. I felt like I might vomit. The ice of her hand made my spine tingle, and her voice seemed to change. It was lighter, richer, more a song than words.

Lisa dropped her hand and I stepped back instinctively. “Give me your keys,” she ordered, her palm out and open.


“I can drive myself home.” I gripped the counter, my knees going weak. Some long-forgotten instinct made me want to run.

She moved a step closer, and her sweet breath wafted cool into my fiery face. “Bella would want you home.”

My office disappeared. I was standing in the middle of a warehouse, surrounded by inhumanely beautiful people. Their eyes glinted red and dangerous, and low growls rumbled deep in their throats. My blood ran cold and, in the memory, I trembled with fear and exhaustion as I did now.

But one thought stood out clear in my mind, one that kept me on my feet.

Bella would be there to save me.

Shock at the clarity of the memory jerked me back to consciousness. “You know Bella?” I gasped. My mind was racing. I knew intuitively that this memory was a part of the dream I’d been having – the one I couldn’t remember.

Lisa smiled radiantly. “Good. You are remembering.”

She held out her hand again and I dropped my car keys into her palm. “Remembering what?”

“Maybe I’ll tell you when you’re feeling better.” Her brow furrowed when she saw me sway. “Come.”

People stared at us on our way out. I’m sure they all thought me to be on my deathbed, as I stumbled after my chief nurse. I almost fell flat on my face a few times – I looked as bad as half the patients. Eventually, she had to carry me. Somewhere in my addled brain, I noted that she carried me effortlessly. She also knew exactly where my car was parked.

I may have fallen asleep while she drove me home, for the trip seemed to pass too quickly. She denied my invitation to come in.

“I should get back to the office, and you should rest.” She stared out at the pouring rain like she could see someone out in the woods. “And you should rest, I think. You need your wits about you.”

My thoughts blurred and my head throbbed as if the memory had a negative impact. Yes, the memory. I was sure it was real. Even though it couldn’t be the same Bella. She was far too young…

“Go inside and lock the doors,” Lisa said flatly. “Please don’t worry about anything, Carlisle. We have it all taken care of.”

I got out of the car and stumbled up onto the porch, my mind wrestling with her words. “Who’s we?” I murmured to myself. Another shiver ran down my spine.

I made it inside and locked the door with trembling fingers. Then I lay down on the couch, and closed my eyes. As soon as my lids were down, I was again taken by a wash of half-memories.

I am running. Running too fast. I don’t know how it’s possible for the trees to be moving my so quickly. Something is cold around my waist – cold and hard as granite. I press my face into a shirt, sure that I won’t crash into anything. I can trust this granite.

There is blood everywhere, and I know it’s not a good thing. This is worse than the anatomy class that she had to follow me to. At least, then, the body was dead. The blood wasn’t warm, hot, pulsing. It was expected that she could hold her breath or run away. But now the blood wasn’t so sure. It oozed sickeningly, dribbling, splattering. It was hot, bright. I could smell it like rusty iron everywhere. And it wasn’t the blood of a stranger. It was mine.

I sit alone in a corner, shivering. My body is still sore from the beating I took, but I know it could be a lot worse. I could be dead – or I could be like him. I shudder, and wince. It isn’t hard for me to wish that I was dead. I wonder why I’m not. It would have been so easy. I close my eyes and rest my head against the icy concrete wall. I beg for unconsciousness.

A faceless body looms in front of me, and I smile at her easily. I breathe a name I cannot make out. “What brings you here?”
A frown. “Carlisle, this has to stop. I’m sorry.”
My blood chills. “What do you mean?”
“You will have a good life after this. This is a nightmare that you won’t have to remember. I’ll keep an eye out for you, I promise. But it’s better if you don’t see me anymore. If you don’t know me.”
“How can I not know you?”
A sad smile. “You won’t remember this when you wake up.”
Protesting would be useless.

I jolted awake, pleased that the throbbing had dulled slightly. It was down to the level where Asprin could help. Maybe. I lay there for a few moments, my eyes closed, trying to remember the memories I’d just relived. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard this time. What had Lisa said? Good. You are remembering.

I started to sit up, but stopped when I heard a noise. I strained my ears – it came from outside, on the porch. But… no one was due home for another two, three hours. It was the sound of footsteps.

There were voices, too. A young woman and a young man. I recognized the cadences of his voice – one of my sons. A lighter tenor. Edward, possibly.

“Carlisle?” he sounded surprised. “Why?”

I started to rise – wanted to go to him, to ask my son if he understood.

“I don’t know, Edward. Please calm down and lt me handle this.

This new voice was frighteningly familiar, oddly comforting. As Bella’s voice took control of the situation, I settled back down. Bella was here. Everything would be okay. If only I knew how I knew that.