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My Savior

Summary:
Bella and Carlisle Banner Bella Swan is never far from harm's way. In fact, as soon as she arrives, disaster strikes. Fortunantley there is a doctor on scene to help. And so starts the events of a Bella Swan, and a Doctor Carlisle Cullen. *Loverly banner made by Iris. Clap for her!* *I do not own any of these characters. Stephenie Meyer does, I'm just playing with them*


Notes:
I am so sorry to all my fans. It seems that everytime I try to upload something into my summary, this story gets deleted. I am sooooo sorry and will do my best to get updates up as soon and fast as possible. -olji


10. Chapter 10: Carlisle's Story

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He guided me down the stairs and we took a sharp left to a hallway filled with doors.

“This is pretty much the main hallway. All the important rooms are here.” He took me room by room, pointing out each one and giving me a thorough description of each. Jasper and Alice’s, then Edward’s.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the cross. A huge cross, ornate and massive, commanding the presence.

“Oh. That.” Carlisle murmured as if he were ashamed.

“What is this?” I whispered unthinkingly as I reached out to stroke the soft and fragile wood.

“It was my father’s. He was a Catholic priest in the sixteen-hundreds.” He said matter-of-factly.

“It’s beautiful.” I murmured,

“I had to refurbish it, but it’s all original.” Then something sunk in. Sixteen-Hundreds?!?!

“How old are you?” I gasped as the reality set in. I was falling in love with a man three hundred years older than I.

“Let me explain.” He pleaded, seeing my horrified expression.

“I was born in the late sixteen-forties, yes. But I was transformed when I was twenty-three. So technically, right now I am three hundred something, but realistically, I am only 23.”

That made sense. I guess Alice really wasn’t kidding when she said immortal.

“Carlisle, tell me something.” I told him, distracted.

“What can I tell you, Bella?” Carlisle asked patronizingly.

“Will you tell me how you became a vampire? The whole story, sparing me nothing.” I asked, still looking at the cross.

I felt a cool hand grasp my jaw gently and pull my face and line of vision toward him.

“Do you really want to know? It’s not the happiest story.” He admitted shamefully.

I nodded numbly, his face and eyes disturbing my thought process. He seemed to do that a lot.

“Well then, where do I begin?” He asked, mainly to himself.

“Ah yes, my father.” He murmured.

“My father, as I just told you was a Catholic priest. A very strict one at that. Being his son, I had the reputation of the church and my father to uphold. You could say I was wound tight.” He smirked at his own joke.

“When I was thirteen, I noticed his absence during the nights. I figured he was praying, until I saw the burns.” He began to grit his teeth in anger as his face darkened.

“It turns out he was killing innocent people for supposed witch-craft and vampirism. I was not unhappy the day he was finally murdered. I was twenty-two.” He admitted this as a weakness, as if he was ashamed.

He took a deep breath then, and I could sense the climax of the story coming.

“My father told me before he died that I would have to take over to please God. He told me it was the only way to “save myself”.” Carlisle mimicked.

He chuckled mercilessly then, as if a dark joke had come over him.

“Being the obedient son I was, I immediately agreed. I wanted to please God and my father, possibly convince him in heaven it was wrong. I was smarter, cleverer than my father. I was not so quick to kill. I ended up killing a few innocent people, but only a few. I couldn’t stand the thought of them being hurt. Until I found a few real vampires.”

He paused to look at my face, which I attempted to keep professionally blank. Whatever he found there encouraged him.

“I found them during the day, in a sewer sleeping. They were much less refined than the vampires these days. I knew they could only come out at night, so I readied my mob with pitchforks and torches. We waited.”

He looked at my face again and gave my hand a slight encouraging squeeze, telling me it was almost over.

“Sure enough, they emerged. We were able to set fire to the first, but the second”, he shook his head, “the second limped down the street, we were in a mad rush to catch him. He turned though, an unexpected move. Well, unexpected for me at least. He attacked me first. I was the one leading. I had been bit.”

He sounded choked up at the end, but he shook his lovely blonde head and continued.

“I knew what I was becoming. The fire was intense, and I had to get away, far away from all society. I hated what I was becoming.” He sighed and looked me in the eye for the last part.

“I was too dangerous. I attempted to kill myself from jumping, drowning, and starvation.” His eyes lit up a bit at that for whatever reason.

“There was a herd of deer passing in my solitude. I didn’t think, I attacked. Drained the deer of its blood. When I finished, I was somehow relieved, and I knew what I had to do.”

He smiled at me, and the story was coming to an end.

“I worked on my resistance, killing anyone would have killed me. Eventually, I became a doctor, and have stayed that way ever since. Of course, I have added some people to the crew.” He chuckled, relieving the pressure.

“Wow.” I breath, scared yet grateful.

“What do you think?” Carlisle asked me as he winks, trying to ease my fear.

“I don’t even know what to say.” I state truthfully.

He paused and thought for a moment. “What about your story, Bella?” Carlisle asks me suddenly.

I took a step back. I never had really told anyone my story. At least not my full story. I’d never felt close enough to anyone to be comfortable telling them. I figured I might as well tell Carlisle, he just spilled out his guts to me, I should spill out my guts to him.

I took a breath. “Well….” I began