Tortured By My Past(Completed)

Chapter 6

Please read the author's note at the end, it's very important.

~Carlisle's POV~

I need to find where I am... I'm out of my mind right now. I was running around like I was crazy so I tried calming myself. I sat down at a bench and collected my thoughts. If I need to know where I am where do I go? The library! I asked around about a library and was pointed to a building halfway down the block. I thanked them and was on my way.

"Carlisle!" I turned around and saw a woman that looked around 22.

"I'm sorry but do I know you?"

"Stop playing around Car. Come on. You promised you'd come with me to the market." This woman dragged me out of the library and down some more streets to a market. I decided to go along with her and I would check out where I was later. I grabbed a basket and followed her down the many aisles that were occupied with other people shopping.

"What's wrong Carlisle? You seem distracted." The woman that dragged me to the market had brown hair that was pinned back with a hat on top of her head. She had curves and was very beautiful but she didn't seem like someone I would marry.

"I'm fine...just lost in thought." I sent her a smile and she did the same and returned to shopping. How do I get away from her to find these other people? One name, Esme, is bringing a face with caramel hair to the front of my mind. There was a heart shaped face to go with it. Even though I don't know her I'm already in love with her.

"I know you want to leave Carlisle. I do too. I have someone to find as well." The woman looked back at me and whispered something in my ear.

"I know who you're looking for. I'm looking for the same people," she backed away and spoke again, "well I think that's all I need so let us go back home." We finished and went to her house. Is she one of the people I was trying to find?

"You can come up. We need to speak in private anyway." I followed her up the stairs and into a bedroom with royal blue walls and a cherry wood floor. She took off her hat and started taking the pins out of her hair. Her hair was free and it cascaded down her back to her hips. She also had brown eyes.

"My name's Isabella Swan and you're Carlisle Cullen." She turned around and I now realized who she was.

"How did we get here?"

"I don't know, Carlisle, I wish I knew-"

"But didn't you have that doll that was evil? He put us here I know it!"

"All I know is that we need to find the others before our time is out. That's in a week."

"Well, where do we start?"

"I have a feeling that someone is in Mississippi. Someone who could help us find everyone else." She gazed at me for a while. I tried figuring out her age in that time. She had the hips of those of a woman but not one that bore a child as of yet. Her face looked youthful and bright so she mustn't be more than 20 years of age. Isabella came to sit next to me and started kissing me. I didn't know what to do so I just followed her movements. I didn't know what happened but I somehow got us on the bed, or was it her. She went on top of me and then went down my neck.

"I'm sorry." I didn't fully comprehend what she said before a searing pain shot through my body, originating from my neck. I heard screaming and crying. What did she do to me? I picked out my screams among her cries. I wanted to tell her that everything would be okay but I couldn't. My body wouldn't allow me to.

"I'm sorry Carlisle but it was the only way. I needed to change you in order for you not to die. I'm sure you can't hear me but...I'm not the one you're looking for. Your mate is out there and she's scared. I have to find the rest of the family and change them. I hope you don't hate me when we meet again. Your mate is in Columbus, Ohio. I'll be looking for the others and be sending them on their way. I'll meet you again soon."

~Time Skip~

   I didn't hear anything for a while except my screams piercing the room and utter silence. The pain wouldn't cease and the fire that I felt wouldn't die down. I felt the pain increase along with my heart. My heart was winning a losing battle...and it lost. I could hear everything around me; the birds that flew away from the house, the horses in the stable, and the sound of cars on a distance street. I opened my eyes and it was like nothing I've seen before. Everything was so clear and precise. I could see for miles out an open window in the room. I looked around and my whole body was frozen. There, in the mirror, was a man with blond hair, perfect features, and red eyes. What did Isabella do to me? I snapped out of my trance when I smelt the most delicious scent of all. I followed the scent and found a young woman outside walking around. I ran so that she couldn't see me. I could smell the sickly sweet smell of blood. I could see her veins pumping the blood throughout her body below the skin on her neck. I appeared out of the shadows and made my way over to her. She saw me coming and started towards me as I was to her. I saw her stop when I lifted my head. I smiled at her and kept walking towards her. I heard myself lowly growl and pulled her to me. I inhaled her scent and it drove me crazy. I couldn't take the wait anymore. I brought my mouth down on her neck and my teeth pierced her skin. The warm, delicious, liquid flowed down my throat. I could hear her screams die down then there was silence. I dropped her body to the ground and ran. I didn't know where I was going but I ran. Realization hit me and I dropped down on the forest floor. I just killed a woman. I killed a human being. What kind of monster am I? As I sat there a memory came to mind.

"Your mate is in Columbus, Ohio."

Author's Note: I'm sorry I haven't updated in awhile but I got some news from a friend of mine that some she knows was reading my stories out loud and making fun of them. All I ask is that if you want to be that rude then don't read my stories. I'd rather have my stories be appreciated then laughed at. I'm not taking down any of my stories just because of that. Let's put it in perspective; if I read something of yours, let's say a diary, and make fun of what it says then how would you feel?