Grey Skies and Blue Eyes

Chapter Six

As the dark haired girl woke from her peaceful dreams the next morning, it became apparent to Carlisle that she despised mornings. The smile that had stayed on her face the entire night disappeared with a hiss as she moved to cover her eyes from the blinding sun light streaming in through the small window. Carlisle couldn't hold back the laugh that escaped his throat at the sight before him. While she may have slept with peaceful dreams, Evelyn was anything but calm in her sleep. Constantly tossing a turning, she had ended up almost sideways on her bed, causing Carlisle to worry briefly that she would fall, but she seemed used to it and moved herself back. As a result of all the tossing about, her hair was a wild mess with a mind of its own. As the laugh left his mouth, Evie shot up from her bed and immediately found his figure still sitting on the desk chair. The smile she sent his way had him smiling widely back.

"You stayed," she whispered. It took all of three seconds, Carlisle counted, for her smile to turn into a grimace. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry. I must look like a mess right now. I- uh, give me a minute and I'll make myself presentable." Evie moved as fast as her legs would carry her to her closet before grabbing pants and a t-shirt at random.

"Evelyn, you look beautiful, please don't worry about it." At his words, Evie found herself once more the color of a ripe tomato. Turning to the dark eyed vampire, Evie sent him a sheepish grin.

"At least let me go tame my hair. I know how bad it gets when I'm sleeping," she told him. Amusement filled his eyes as she raced from the room and to the bathroom on the main level. Looking in the mirror, Evie was confronted with a rather spectacular sight. Her hair was known for its ability to morph itself into odd knots and shapes, but this was even more tangled than it had ever been. Sighing, she began to work on the mess she called hair, before giving up and throwing it up in a ponytail. Changing from her pajamas, Evie put on a pair of dark jeans, a white long sleeved shirt, and a red and black, plaid sweater vest. She quietly made her way back downstairs to find that Carlisle was in the same position she had left him in. He turned to her as she entered the room, and smiled at her. Evie returned his smile before sitting herself on her unmade bed.

"Alright, I suppose I should ask if there are any limits I should know about when I start my inquisition?" Carlisle chuckled at her, then shook his head.

"Ask anything you want, I have no limits." Evie smiled at him, then frowned slightly in thought. Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she made a mental list of the questions she wanted answers too.

"Do you remember much about your human life?" Carlisle leaned back in the chair, seeming to relax.

"Not much, no, but I do remember small things. I remember my friend, William. He and his family moved into the cottage next to ours when I was around five. He was a year older than me, but we got along well. We were friends for many years, until I was about fourteen or so. My father moved us from the area, then, for an opportunity a few miles south. I remember Vivian, William's younger sister, was infatuated with me, but I wasn't quite at the age where females interested me yet. I remember my first hunt with my father when I was sixteen. He had "discovered" a coven of witches hiding in the basement of the abandoned hospital. When we arrived, the "witches" turned out to be the homeless that were in hiding from the corrupt governor. My father didn't care, though, and he killed them all. I knew my father wasn't the best person, but in that moment, I stopped thinking of him as my father, and started thinking of him as a cold blooded killer." Evie sat in silence, shocked by the memories of his youth. "I don't remember much other than that. It's hard for me to even picture my father anymore."

"I'm sorry," she told him. At her words, he laughed lightly, a smile gracing his beautiful face.

"Why are you apologizing?" He asked her, his shoulders still shaking in silent laughter. Evie huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, before giving him a halfhearted glare.