COMPASSION |•| CARLISLE CULLEN

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎

《 Chapter one 》

. FIRST GLANCE

Sage's mother brushed His sisters - Piper - blonde hair, humming to a small tune that was playing on the radio as she did so.

The fire was roaring in its grate, warming the spacious room while the family of four sat comfortably together in silence.

Annabel Harlow sat by the fire with her daughter, and her son sat on his fathers lap, watching as he wrote into the many leather books he had.

This was how you would find Ryan every night while the kids played and his wife prepared them for bed. Writing in his leather journals all of his findings — and then a late might call to his best friend Marcel Adams.

Sage enjoyed the times he could sit on his fathers lap and watch him write in neat calligraphy, happy to listen as his father ranted and informed him of vampires and witches.

It was a welcome routine the family all followed, until it was broken years later when Marcel and Ryan went to Italy on a trip — and only Ryan returned.

Only to die a week later.

- - -

THE BUSTLING hallway was filled with nurses in blue scrubs and doctors wearing white coats.

One in particular flipped through the patient file he was handed a few minutes prior, expertly dodging passerby's as he made his way down the white walled corridors.

Carlisle Cullen had moved with his family to Alaska a year prior, becoming the talk  of the small Alaskan town they had made home quickly after his sudden arrival.

He was tall, icy pale and blonde - hair slicked back  artfully to show his pristine features. He had stunningly firm cheekbones and a chiseled jaw — and captivating amber eyes.

He was handsome, smart, everyone was awed by the sound of his airy voice and ethereal beauty. The male ignored the stairs he was thrown, keeping to himself and his family and only conversing with others to be polite.

He finally found the room three hundred and sixty, pushing the blue curtain back so he could step into the room.

The room itself was plain, with white walls and blue speckled vinyl floors. A large array of machines were in the corner waiting for use, and the hospital bed sat just as it would in every other room.

The only difference was the sixteen year-old boy sat buy the large window, staring out at the snow covered tree tops and mountains; sketchbook in hand.

Carlisle was utterly enraptured by the boy, the way the fluorescent lights shone in his blonde hair, his sun-kissed skin. His back was turned to the doctor and he couldn't help but want the boy to turn, to notice his presence the way Carlisle had noticed his.

" Hello" Carlisle breathed, walking forward and smiling lightly as the boy jumped in his chair. He swung around, facing the doctor with a curious gaze and charming smile.

Carlisle would have forgotten to breath had he needed to, awed by the utter beauty of the human boy. He held the same divinity that his adopted daughter Rosalie held, perfectly carved as if by an angel. It could put vampiric beauty to shame.