Blessed Are The Dead || Carlisle Cullen

Chapter Twelve

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The next morning, Carlisle woke Constance with a small kiss on her lips. "Constance...you need to come to work with me, dearest. I'm sorry I can't let you sleep." He whispers in her ear, placing his hands behind her back and lifting her up. Constance only limply sat up with the help of Carlisle. She was barely awake, eyes only half way open. "No...let me sleep." Constance begs, pouting her lips and looking at him with her unwavering tired gaze. Who could say no to that face? Definitely not Carlisle. "But Constance-" he was cut off by her persuasion. "Emmett is strong. He won't let anything....anything happen..." she sighs, falling back asleep in his arms. Carlisle did suppose it was unrealistic of him to believe that she would follow him everywhere. He didn't want her to be chained down to him. But he couldn't stand the thought of her being taken. But she had a point. Emmett and the rest of the Cullens all knew very well how to defend themselves. So...perhaps she would be okay through the work day. If only he could abandon his job. "Fine." Carlisle sighs, shaking his head disapprovingly, gently placing her back down on the bed. "Don't leave the other's sight." He says, kissing her cheek before quickly rushing out the door. He woke Emmett up, making him sit in Constance and Carlisle's bedroom to be sure nothing sinister would happen to Constance. 

A couple hours later, Constance awoke at the sight of Emmett grumpily sitting in a chair beside the bed. She let out a loud chuckle, signifying that she was awake. "Sorry, Emmett." She apologizes, a smile on her face as she stretches and stands. "Now, I'm going to the bathroom to take a shower. I'll tell if I need anything." She says slowly, as to make sure he understood that he needn't follow her around like a puppy. And with that, she walks into the bathroom and shuts the door. Constance took a deep breath of relief as she took the chance to lock the bathroom door. Finally. She pulled her thick, dark hair up into a messy bun and brushed her teeth. Once she finished, she began to run the shower, making sure it was warm before deciding to strip. Just as she began pulling her shirt over her head, she caught a glimpse of something peeking through the window behind her through the mirror. The window was facing only the dense woods- but there, standing on a branch of a tree, was a man. His hair was long and dark. But the most unsettling thing was his eyes. Blood red. Constance could have sworn she only blinked when she suddenly saw him appear behind her...

Emmett knocked on the bathroom door, impatiently awaiting Constance's reply.
With no reply, Emmett slowly began frowning. "Constance...if you don't answer in five seconds, I'm busting the door down!" He threatens, waiting the promised amount of time before using his strength to break the door down. Wood chips flew around him, but he could do nothing but stare at the empty bathroom...the window wide open.

"Constance." He muttered in shock, snatching up the shirt on the ground...the one she was wearing. It reeked of her scent- and that of another. And he knew exactly who that scent belonged to. Wasting no time, he called Carlisle, panicked at the situation.

"Carlisle she was in the bathroom for two minutes! I didn't hear anything!" He exclaims trying to explain himself over the phone.
Carlisle slammed on the brakes of his truck, yelling furiously into the phone. "Tell the family! Follow the scent- her life is in your hands." He growls, his eyes flashing as he hung up and turned the car around, making his way back to the house.

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Constance woke up with a start, her large eyes covered by a dark cloth. She smelled a series of scents- gasoline mostly. Her freckled nose wrinkled in disgust as she breathed in the fumes, the gas fogging her brain. Where was she? Her hands were bound to what she assumed was a chair. Suddenly, heavy breathing could be heard somewhere behind her and she gasped. Constance struggled further as she heard the being come closer and closer to her.
"Well, well, well...what have we got here...? A human?" A woman's mocking voice echoes throughout the empty room. She jumped at the sound, suddenly freezing with fear. There was no way she could get free.
"Please..." Constance pants. "Just let me go. I won't tell anyone about this." She begs, desperately leaning forward in an attempt to persuade her captor. "Tsk, Tsk...He sure chose a dim wit didn't he? Never the brightest. Oh but he could fool anyone with that whole 'doctor' get up." The woman states smoothly, Constance's dark brows furrowing together. What on earth was she talking about. At this point, she didn't care. All the wanted was to leave. "Who are you?" Constance asks confidently, mustering up enough courage to at least sound brave. "I've got people looking for me, you know."
"Silly girl. Perhaps you're right. Perhaps they do come after you. But perhaps you die before they get here? What do you think about that?" A couple of men's voices chuckle darkly from separate corners of the room at the woman's statement. "What do you want with me? I don't even know you!" Constance exclaims, feeling fingers suddenly tug down the blindfold over her eyes. The room was full of dim light- really the stereotypical hostage situation. Concrete floors, low ceiling...and in front of her a gorgeous woman. That's not what she expected. The woman smirked, her eyes sharp and daring. Not to mention that her irises were blood red. Constance almost screamed, but kept the explosion inside of her stomach. She felt a large hand grab her neck from behind and sensed somebody else quite close to her. "Now, now, Dimitri...do not rush your snack. Savor it." Her captor said to the man behind her, who happened to be running his crusted lips up and down her soft neck. Constance shuddered, her stomach flipping as though she was preparing to throw up. Tears pricked at her eyes and she could do nothing but stare ahead of her. "What do you want with me?" She asks shakily, her chest heaving nervously. "Isn't it obvious? We want to eat you- well- more like drink you dry. The meat never did much for us vampires."
"You people are crazy." Constance spits.
"Carlisle is the crazy one. Leaving me for you. It's simply hilarious." The lady laughs, her straight white teeth shining under the light.
"You know Carlisle?" Constance questions, raising her brow at the woman.
"Know Carlisle? My dear...he is my mate."

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