Blessed Are The Dead || Carlisle Cullen

Chapter Five

"Bon Appetite." Carlisle mumbles, setting down the plate of spaghetti in front of her before taking a seat across the table. "Thank you very much." Constance says, picking up her fork and positioning it in her hand. "Really. I don't know where I'd be without you. Thanks." She states, her sea green eyes genuine as they looked straight into his. Carlisle stared at her for a moment, his gaze dazed. "You really do have beautiful eyes, my dear." Carlisle finally says, causing Constance to furiously blush. "T-thank you.." she says sheepishly, a small lopsided smile forming on her face. She would have said something to him about his gorgeous eyes, but she was much too shy for that. Why was Carlisle so affectionate towards her? She didn't understand it at all. She was nothing special. Slowly, she broke eye contact with the gorgeous doctor and she took a bite of the food. The spaghetti was wonderful...she hadn't tasted such wonderful food in such a long time. She had been living off of fast food for the longest time. This was a pleasant change. "So, Constance...are you sure you have no family you want to call? I'm sure they are all quite worried about you." He asks, making small talk, shifting closer to her in his seat. "Oh no. My family has been dead for years." She informs, shaking her head slowly and taking another bite to distract herself. "I'm sorry, Constance." Carlisle whispers, taking her soft and warm hand in his large cold one. She glances up at him at the contact and gives him a tight lipped smile and a shrug. "It's been forever. I'm over it now." She says simply, her eyes glancing back at her plate. Carlisle slowly released her hand, although he craved to pull her closer. She continued eating, finishing about half of her dish before pushing the rest away. "I'm full." Constance states simply, giving him a smile to show that she appreciated the meal. "Oh you can't be...you've only eaten half." Carlisle states, worried. He had come off a bit rash with the statement and Constance inched back. "I'm sorry...but you need nutrition. You are too skinny." Carlisle says, taking her plate and bringing it to the counter. "Are you sure that you don't want anymore, darling?" He asks with a concerned look. Darling. My dear. Sweetheart. All of these names made her heart flutter every time. Maybe it was just a thing he did. "Yes, I am sure." She confirms, biting her lip but quickly letting it go when she tastes blood. She brings her fingertip to her bloody lip and frowns. "Oh, Constance you need to stop doing that. Your lip will never heal if you keep nipping at it." Carlisle says, rushing over and kneeling in front of her. His left hand gently comes up to her delicate face and cups her cheek while the other runs across her lip. He clicked his tongue and stared at her lips intently. Something in his eyes that Constance couldn't put a finger on. Suddenly he quickly stands up and walks over to the counter, his back facing her. "Come on, Carlisle. Pull it together." He mutters under his breath, so quiet that Constance couldn't hear. Carlisle quickly grabs a small ice cube from the refrigerator before he rushes back to her. Slowly and gently, he places the ice cube on her swollen lip. He hands her a paper towel and gives her the ice cube. "Alright. Your lip will be fine. You just need to stop messing with it." He says with a caring expression on his face. Standing up before her with his hands taut behind his back, Carlisle looks down at her. "Now, would you like to watch a movie now? I can set you up on the couch." He says, taking her small hand in his and helping her up from the chair. Constance smiles at him and nods, glancing up at him through her lashes. "Good. Come with me." He says, guiding her into a small television room in the back of the house. There were couches surrounding the large television and the room was a light grey color. "I'll get you some blankets. I'm sure you are a bit cold." He states, leaving the room for a quick moment. Constance takes a seat in the corner of the sofa, curling up and leaning against the high arm rest. Carlisle quickly walking into the doorframe once again with a knitted blanket across his arm. He stopped in his tracks, a small sigh escaping his lips. Damn was she beautiful. He shook his head at his own infatuation and quickly walked inside and laid the blanket across her body. Constance quickly glances up at him and smiles appreciatively before turning back to the television. "So what would you like to watch, dear?" He questions, sitting opposite her on the couch. Constance thought for a moment, really not quite sure what to watch. "I'll let you choose." She decides, looking at him. "I will probably fall asleep anyway." She adds with a chuckle. "If that is what you want, Constance." He says with a gracious smile before clicking on the television. He turned on some unknown documentary, and although Constance usually enjoyed those, she was really quite tired. Sure enough, she fell asleep, her breathing soft and her eyes shut. Carlisle noticed and chuckled as he took the time to study his mate. She was really the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He hadn't been this happy in a long time. But he knew that if Constance accepted him, they would live happily for hundreds of years. His daydreaming passed the time quickly and before he knew it, an hour had already gone by. Carlisle's eyes refocused and they immediately noticed the distress that Constance was in...

CONSTANCE's POV
Once I fell asleep, a dream plagued my mind. First I saw Carlisle. Looking as beautiful as he does in real life. He smiled at me and quickly walked over, wrapping my body in a hug. His hands wander to the small of my back and a shiver runs down my spine. His hands were so cold. Yet so...inviting. He tipped my chin up so that his eyes were boring into mine. My heart thumbed in my chest, my blood rushing through my ears. Suddenly, Carlisle claimed my lips. He nipped at my lips and kissed me with passion and heat, his hands running up and down my back. His touch was like cold fire, spreading through her body...it was euphoric. He tipped my chin further up, moving his cool lips from my mouth down to my neck. He sucked and licked at the soft skin. Suddenly, a sharp pain spread through my neck and I scream, crumpling to the ground. The last thing I saw were Carlisle's black eyes...and protruding fangs.

"Constance! Constance, shhh...it's okay. Don't cry my darling." A silky sweet voice whispers in her ear. She blinked her wet eyes open, only to realize that she was in the arms of Carlisle who was rocking her back and forth as she sat on his lap. Constance snapped her head to look at him, the black eyes from her dream were replaced with his beautiful golden ones. She sighed with relief and crumpled onto his chest exhaustedly, still crying. He rubbed her back soothingly, her tears paining him. God, he hated to see her cry. But this was the first time that he held her...and despite the fact that she was upset, it was amazing. "I'll take you to bed." Carlisle whispers, picking her small body up in his strong arms and carrying her up the stairs. His muscles were taut beneath her and Constance couldn't help but sigh when his arms wrapped around her. Her head against his chest, she slowly dozed off again, barely feeling the soft kiss that he left on her hand once he had tucked her in. "Goodnight, Constance. I'll see you in the morning, sweetheart." He whispers. She could have sworn she felt his cool lips on her cheek. But no...it was probably just a dream.
  Carlisle left the room, shutting the door before leaning against the wall. He ran a hand through his golden hair, shutting his eyes for a moment before sauntering down the stairs. He turned out the lights in the house, all but in the kitchen where he sat. A sudden knock was heard on the window outside of the kitchen and Carlisle quickly looked up. Alice stood there, motioning for him to unlock the back door. He chuckled softly and shook his head, standing up slowly and opening the back door. "What are you two doing back so soon?" Carlisle asked Alice and Jasper. "Well." Alice states as she walks inside, Jasper following. "We had to be sure that we don't have another Renesmee incident." She says with an innocent smile. Carlisle rolled his eyes and raked his fingers through his hair again. "Alice, I just met Constance yesterday. I'm not going to be making love to her for quite a while. If that ever even happens. Either way, it's none of your business." He says, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at her. "See? That's what I said." Jasper speaks up in his slight accent, resting a hand on Alice's shoulder. "Wait." Jasper states, looking around the kitchen with suspicious eyes before taking a breath. "I smell her blood." Alice gasps and covers her mouth. "You didn't drink her blood, did you, Carlisle?!" She exclaims with wide eyes. "No!" Carlisle answers, his jaw clenching. "I would never. The cut on her lip broke open. Everything is fine." He assures calmly. "Alright alright. Well you had better hop to it, Carlisle. Time will fly by and the next thing you know, she is all healed and will be ready to leave." Alice warns before taking Jasper's hand and walking up the dark stairs.