Blessed Are The Dead || Carlisle Cullen

Chapter Six

After the whole encounter with Alice, Carlisle climbs the stairs up to his room. He couldn't help but peek inside of Constance's on his way, seeing her body curled up on the bed. Before he could even think about going in and laying with her, her quickly turned away. Self control. He didn't want to hurt her or scare her. But he felt sick without her touch. Without being close to her. He quickly changed his clothes, simply wearing his boxers and a black T-shirt in order to get more comfortable. The house was silent with everybody gone besides Alice and Jasper, who seemed to be quiet in doing their own thing on the floor below him. Carlisle looked at himself in the mirror, staring for a long time. Was he good enough for this angel? Never. She was desire and he was death. He looked over himself, the tight muscles he had worked on literally for years. He had been waiting for the time when he was to impress his lover. And now that the time had come, he was satisfied with her reactions to him. Humble as can be, Carlisle still knew that he was good looking. Women followed him everywhere. But since....No. He wouldn't even utter her name when Constance was so close. It probably ached her very soul as she slept as her mate thought about that other woman. Carlisle knew all about the mate bond. But he had never felt it before this. He couldn't wait any longer to make his way to Constance's bedside. He sat in the small chair in the corner of the room, staring intently at the young woman. She was beautiful...so damn beautiful. He chuckled as she yawned dramatically in her sleep, her whole body stretching out beneath the blankets. Maybe just a moment of laying with her...he was quick. If she woke up, he could leave in the blink of an eye. So with that, he slowly creeped over to her and slid underneath the covers. He hadn't laid in a bed in such a long time. He hadn't laid with a woman in such a long time. Carlisle cautiously, pressed his hard chest against her back, his strong arms wrapping around her small body. He slowly nuzzles his face into her golden brown hair. It smelled like...he couldn't even put his finger on it. Berries...cherry blossoms...everything good in the world. His large and rough hands slid along her curves, playing with the hem of her shirt. Slowly he tucked her hair off of her slim neck and he placed small kisses across her soft skin. A sigh escaped Constance's lips, telling Carlisle that even in her sleep, she enjoyed every single bit of it. He wanted to pull her  closer so that every part of their bodies were flush. So that he would be positive that nothing could ever touch her. Nothing could ever hurt her.
   Constance felt arms around her. Felt his cold, hard body against hers. But she let it be. Because it all felt right. Her sleeping mind couldn't seem to figure out who was cuddling her like a teddy bear, but nonetheless, it was a beautiful feeling. Carlisle laid with her until the sun came up, spending all his time watching this beautiful creature. He thought about her. Like the way she is a bit too shy to show her personality. The way her smile would turn lopsided and her freckled nose would crinkle. The way she pushed up her glasses. Damn, it had only been a couple of days and Carlisle had fallen completely under her spell. He was snapped out of his thoughts when she started to rouse. Yawning and stretching like a kitten, Constance smiles as the morning sun hits her face. With his vampire speed, Carlisle ran out of the room, leaning against the wall in the hallway. He peeked inside the room to watch as she quickly got up out of bed, wearing the tank top and the pajama shorts that she must have quickly changed in when he went to change himself. Constance looked around the room before spotting her bag. She grabbed her IPod and selected a song before setting it up on the dresser. 'Welcome To The 60's' From Hairspray started to play and she immediately began to dance. Constance grabbed a hairbrush from the dresser and began to brush her hair, but when the chorus came on, she used it at a microphone as she danced around the room. She made her voice sound like the ones in the song, jazzy her notes in a silly way. Carlisle had never smiled so much. He slowly stood in the doorframe of her room, simply watching with a grin on his face. So /this/ is the real Constance. He actually wasn't surprised. She continued to sing, swinging her hips and doing the oddest dance moves ever. Carlisle couldn't help but release a laugh, causing Constance to come to a screeching halt and fall back on her ass. His eyes turned concerned and he quickly rushed in to aid her. Constance curled her lip in a pout and she rubbed her bottom as she stood up with Carlisle's help. A blush flooded her cheek and she looked up at him suspiciously. "How much did you see?" She asks, her voice interrogative. Carlisle chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest. "Everything." He answers, her brow cocking. "Oh. Sorry..." she says quickly, brushing past him to quickly turn off her music. "There really isn't any need to be sorry, my dear." Carlisle whispers, taking her hand as he walks by. She turned around slowly to face him with wide eyes. "I enjoyed it." He confirms, bringing her small hand to his lips before kissing it gently. He made eyes contact with her, noticing how beautiful her blue green eyes were. He dropped her hand and turned around. "I'll let you finish getting ready." Carlisle says with a nod before walking out of the room. Constance collapsed on the bed, a sigh escaping as her mind was still euphoric. Three days. It had been three days and Constance knew for a fact that she had a crush on Doctor Carlisle Cullen. And honestly, it was the best thing she had ever experienced. She sighed deeply once again before grabbing one of her pillows and cuddling with it, her body curled around it. Carlisle still watched from the crack in the door, not wanting to seem like a stalker...but she was just so amazing. He admired her more than he had ever admired anyone. Lustful thoughts started to fill his head and he gritted his teeth, jaw clenched. He couldn't think about her that way, yet. Yet. He just couldn't wait for the day when he could grab her and- not yet, Carlisle. Not yet.