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Carlisle 1: Nightmare

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I was standing at my father’s podium, and I had no recollection of getting there.

The day was hot; the small wooden church was suffocating. I could feel the slivers of sunlight hitting my back, soaking through my skin. The floorboards creaked and settled: I looked up, and, to my surprise, I saw an audience before me.

They were faces I recognized: my neighbors, my close friends, and even a few family members I hadn’t seen in years. I smiled meekly to my group. I was met, for some unfathomable reason, with glares.

I cleared my throat before realizing I had nothing prepared to preach; my mouth seemed too dry to improve.

Luckily, I was interrupted.

By my father.

He was walking down the aisle now; everyone turned to look. The floorboards creaked and moaned under his weight. The sun shone brightly through the doors behind him; it made him look like a simple silhouette.

I couldn’t help but notice,  as he came closer, how penetrating his gaze was. His cold gray eyes peered through his narrowed eyes, hate shining in them, glaring at me. His silvery-blonde hair reflected the sunlight.

He suddenly came to a stop about two feet before me, and raised a hand towards me, pointing to my chest.

“Father?” I started, raising one of my own hands in return. I reached out to him; as I did so, his expression seemed to grow more insulted and disgusted.

“You are no son of mine,” he spat, looking me over. Suddenly, everyone else in the church stood, too, and pointed to me, mimicking my father.

There was a loud whimpering at my feet: I looked down to see a young boy, no older than two, clinging to my legs. I picked him up as gently as I could, resting him lightly on my hip.

“What is it?” I cooed, ignoring the stares I could feel from my audience. The boy looked up at me, his green eyes wide.

“Finger,” he mumbled, holding up a bleeding pinkie. I smiled comfortingly to the toddler, and brought the cut appendage to my lips, kissing it, hoping to make the child feel better.

Once the pulsing skin hit mine, I was suddenly overcome in a fury. The boy’s blood was like wine to a man dying of thirst--but it was even better than that. Like I hadn’t known I was thirsty until this moment, and this was exactly what I wanted.

I savored the taste of the blood on my tongue, ignoring my father, the crowd, and even the little boy: in my own selfish desires, I sucked the boy dry. And when the blood was gone, I dropped the body, not caring in the slightest what happened to him: this intense, unfamiliar thirst was destroying my thought process.

My father picked up the dead boy from my feet.

This is your evil!” he cried, holding the body high above his head. Then, cradling the boy against his chest, my father pointed at me as he had before, the same look of unswerving hatred in his eyes. “This,” he yelled, jabbing his finger at me, “is your vampire!”

I woke up with a start; the sunlight streamed through my curtains, hitting my eyes, temporarily blinding me. I stretched, moving out of its range, sitting up off the side of the bed. What an unusual dream! But then, my father had been drilling vampire and werewolf hunts into my head as long as I could remember. And then again, of the many dreams I’d had since his training, I’d never been the vampire before. It was so odd; I could feel the echo of the craving of blood remaining in my mouth.
holy crap, more fanfiction! Yaaayyyyy! =D of course, more Carlisle, because Carlisle is the sexiest vampire ever to occur in fiction. until breaking dawn, where he was all, hey, imma reach out and touch you on your arm or shoulder EVERY SINGLE TIME i talk to you. THAT was just a liiittttllleeee bit tooo creepy for me, personally. but oh well. it doesn't make Carlisle any less awesome. =D So yeah, here's his backstory. and i might actually go past his transformation. if i feel so inclined. i dont know yet; im still working on chapter two. but i like this, because i love using dreams and having things being foreshadowed in literature. idk why, i just do. =]
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Whoa, What a nightmare! I would have a hard time sleeping after that.