𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 ➻ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

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"YOU'RE LOOKING ALL FANCY, WHAT'S THE OCCASION?" her Grams immediately interrogated as she walked down the steps. "Though that doesn't look like a prom dress." she thought out loud.

"I'm just going out to meet with someone tonight, nothing special. I didn't feel like going to the prom." Anastasia explained as she tugged on her shoes. "See you soon, Grams." she waved as she bolted out the door, and into the awaiting car of Carlisle.

"She's getting very suspicious of you, you know." she commented as she hopped in. "She claims she hears voices in the night, but she suspects it's just Pops' ghost haunting her."

"Hm, maybe it is?" the blonde man added playfully. "Any requests for food?" he asked once they set off. "I've been learning to make more types of pasta for you if that's in your interest?"

Anastasia hummed. "I'll think about it on the drive, but I've always wanted to try carbonara, I've been watching this one cooking show and it was on there the other day." she began to look out the window at all of the passers by, she noticed two of the people from her school, then two turned into twenty, then she saw they were all in their fancy dresses.

She'd never experience a proper prom, she knew that, she knew it would also be weird to go to this one with anyone but Carlisle, and all of her friends had dates. Anastasia had accepted it a while ago, when she first started to develop something for the doctor.

The Cullen house still surprised her with it's size, she wasn't used to houses that looked so... modern, like this one did. "Has Esme already began planning out your next house?" she asked.

Carlisle's eyebrows furrowed. "She began to, but I may or may not have hidden them, I'm not planning to leave here any sooner than I have to." he smiled as he glanced over to her, putting the car into reverse as he drove into the garage.

A couple of hours had passed and they had successfully made a bowl of decently tasting carbonara, and Anastasia had wolfed it down, absolutely ravenous by the time it was ready. As of the present moment, Anastasia lay against him on the sofa. "So, if you don't mind talking about it, what happened to you to become... Y'know."

"It's difficult to remember parts of my human life, but I was born in London, in around the 1640's. My father was an Anglican priest. He would lead hunts with other pastors for witches, werewolves, and vampires. When I asked him why he would do it, he'd claim they were ridding the world of sin and evil."

He cleared this throat before continuing. "When I was older and my father grew too old to lead these raids, he placed me and charge. The others and I found a real coven of vampires hiding out in the sewers of London, when we went after them... I was attacked, they bit me. I couldn't help but fear my father and the elders' reaction, so I hid."

Anastasia began to run her hand up and down his arm to try and comfort him a little, the subject obviously being a little touchy. "I hid in a potato cellar for the three days it took me to complete the transformation, when I awoke, I hated myself, I was disgusted by what I had become, I feared myself." his chest rose heavily with an unnecessary breath.

"I couldn't deal with it any longer, so I tried every way I could, but nothing worked, not drowning, not starvation, nothing. I had been hiding out in a forest when one day, it all became too unbearable, I leapt out from my hiding spot and attacked whatever passed me first. It turned out that it was a herd of deer passing by. I then found out that I was able to survive off of animal blood instead of human blood."

"After my discovery, I began to keep an eye upon my father from afar, knowing my thirst was sustainably quenched and that I wouldn't leap out in an impulse for my newborn cravings.s I pent the next almost two centuries learning to resist the scent of blood. I started studying in the night and left to Italy, where I discovered a coven of vampires that were exceptionally refined, and were the rulers of our kind, they went by the name of The Volturi. I left them after a little while, I went to France towards the start of the nineteenth century, there I stayed for a few years until something happened, then I don't remember much until the twentieth century... That was when I began to form this family."

"I'm glad you found them Carlisle, and I'm sure they are too, you've saved them all I'm sure, and they saved you." she smiled at him, trying to ease his feelings. Her face then moved into one of confusion for a moment, then a grimace formed on her lips.

"What is it?" Carlisle asked, confused at her facial expression.

"Nothing, it's just that my head is just killing me right now..."

"Do you want me to get you a drink?" he asked as he raised his cool palm to her forehead, brows furrowing when he realised that she didn't have a temperature, and when she didn't respond. "Ana?" no response. "Ana?" he asked again, shaking her gingerly by the shoulders, her eyes seemed far off.

A couple of moments later, after he had continuously called her name out to receive no reaction, she blinked hastily several times. "Carlisle?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"Ana? Ana, are you alright?" he immediately sprung on her, his eyes pooled full of concern.

"I- I just- There was a man, he looked exactly like James- Carlisle, what is happening?" her tone was clearly coated in thick layers of panic.