Edge of Eternity

Vampire Baseball Pt 2

Chapter Eleven – Vampire Baseball part 2: Carlisle Cullen

"Carlisle. You made it!"

The name almost had me start as I watched the man approach the group, a smile on his lips. He was wearing a jersey himself, a long sleeve shirt underneath that covered his arms. He greeted the others with a smile, the others teasing him for being the last to show up. But I found myself frozen on this boulder, unable to say or do anything.

And he was beyond handsome. In fact, I doubt there was any word in the English vocabulary that could do this man justice. Carlisle had blonde - no... not even close - golden hair styled to stay out of his face with a strong jaw line. Even his nose was perfectly straight and his lips... lord, I had the sudden urge to kiss those heavenly pink lips. And he looked so young. Early 20s easy. You could also tell he was a leader but there was a kindness about him.

In my staring, I noticed that he started to walk over to the collection of bats, bending down to pick one up. It was in that moment that the wind blew toward them, the bits of hair that was free on my head shifting in the wind. And then, I felt my breath truly leave me as I waited, the man I had been dying to know looking up at me as my scent reached him. And that was when I saw his eyes.

Golden orbs locked onto my position, Carlisle's head tilting only slightly as our gazes seem to be stuck on each other. I felt an immediate connection to him as he seemed to take in my appearance, a smile tugging on his lips at what I could assume was the jersey I was wearing. I had assumed that Alice made it a size to big but I highly doubt it, the idea that it actually belonged to him hitting me like a truck. And with the grins hitting a few of the other players, I knew that I finally caught onto their little game.

We didn't say anything to each other at all, my mind stuck between wanting to see the game and what he could do and actually wanting to talk to him. But Edward broke that, calling for Carlisle to bat next. I knew Edward heard my dilemma, so it wasn't a surprise that he picked the former. Probably to torture me some more.

Carlisle never took his eyes off me as he chose a bat, flipping it a few times in his hand in rapid succession. I was impressed with his speed before he stopped, stepping up to the plate to bat. I waited with baited breath as Alice prepared to pitch, glancing at me once with a smile before she wound up the throw. And sure enough, as she released the ball, I felt excitement bubble in me as Carlisle took a swing.

The loudest sound I have ever heard came from the bat as it suddenly went flying to the side, Carlisle's body turning into a blur as he ran toward the other bases. First base went by as my heart began to beat faster, looking to see if Edward returned with the ball. When second base came and went, I felt the first feelings of admiration hit me in an odd way. Third base came and Edward appeared from the tree line, throwing the ball with all he could toward Jasper, who was still playing catcher. Carlisle quickly slid in, the movements all a fuzzy mess as the dust erupted around them, settling after several seconds. I struggled to stand up, waiting for the verdict that was sure to be given.

"Bells?" Jasper glanced at her, waiting patiently. At least until Edward yelled at him for cheating, making me laugh at the poor boy who was quick to defend himself.

"Safe," Bella nodded in confirmation. I laughed louder at the fallen faces of Edward and Emmett, both rather disappointed in the call. But it soon passed when I felt a hand grab my own, my body jumping only slightly.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you," his voice was warm and gentle, my heart missing a beat at his tone. He had managed to get to me in seconds, my eyes never once seeing him move from his position with the others. And as I glanced into his face, I knew that he would be the only one I could ever feel anything for. Much like Bella and Edward. And to be honest, that frightened me.

"It's okay," I gave a false grin, ducking my head with how silly I felt near this man. He was far more beautiful than I would ever be. They could have at least showed me a picture or warned me!

"Have fun, Mikki!" Alice called, the others resuming the game that had been disrupted. I was confused until Carlisle chuckled, his hand still holding my own. He sat down on top of the boulder, waiting for me to do the same once he released it, though I could see that it bothered him greatly. But I must have looked like a lost child because I could only stare at him. At least until I got my senses back, carefully resuming my position on the boulder.

We sat in relative silence for a moment as I tried to wrap my brain around what I was going to do. I must look like a little girl being around a boy for the first time. This was absolutely ridiculous. I mean, how do I even talk to him? What do I say? Hi, your name hurts me and Aro used it to torture me. Yeah, I can see that going over well.

"Um," I bit my lip, finally bringing my attention to Carlisle. It was then that I realized he was watching me, those gold eyes fully focused on my face. I felt the blush come up tenfold and it was obvious that he noticed my reaction because he smiled at me. Oh god, he must think I'm crazy.

"Okay, apparently you two need help breaking the ice," I jumped at the new voice, looking down at Rosalie who stood just below us. Her arms were crossed with an annoyed expression marring her beautiful features. And I could tell it was directed toward us.

"Carlisle, this is Mikhaila Faye, friend of the Swans. But Charlie considers her a daughter so beware. And she is still in high school. Mikhaila, this is Carlisle, our 'dad.' He's a doctor. There, now talk!"

"It's not that easy, Rosalie. For crying out loud, I didn't know anything about this whole thing until a week ago!" I tried to reason, watching as Rosalie merely rolled her eyes at me.

"You seemed perfectly fine a second ago. Now, maybe if you two kiss, it might make things a little less awkward."

"Rose, enough," Carlisle spoke up then, his hand coming to rest on my knee. I stiffened slightly. He hadn't meant to do that, since he apologized afterwards, but it did something funny to me. It wasn't a painful or frightening feeling but the feeling was there, that tingling sensation at his touch. Like he was meant to have some sort of contact...

"Sorry, I just... there is a lot to process right now, so things will be awkward for a bit," I finally found my voice, directing my comment toward anyone that would listen. Carlisle gave a nod as if he understood. Rosalie merely huffed before stalking away to continue the game. But I knew that regardless of how loud they played, the true noise was actually in my head.

Why are things never easy for me?