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𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

𝐅𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

-The thievery of time

Carlisle Cullen x Poc!reader

(completed)

𝟏 𝟐 𝟑 𝟒 𝟓 𝟔 𝟕 𝟖 𝟗 𝟏𝟎 𝟏𝟏 𝟏𝟐

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡’ 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲/𝐧.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧.

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞

Carlisle x poc!mom!reader

𝐘/𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫.

𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

Emmett Cullen x poc!reader

𝐘/𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞.

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐩𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

It was the year 2018, and the Cullen family, Bella and Renesmee included had been living in Atlanta for the past 2 years.

Of course they had moved around about, twice more since forks but by far, Atlanta was their favourite place.

There was also a new edition to the family: Rosalie had found her mate.

A south Asian history student at Yale university she had met in 2012 when the Cullen’s decided to ditch high school and try out college.

They bumped into eachother on the way to class and couldn’t help but both notice they had the same, rare eye colour; knowing immediately what they both were.

Now it was 2025 and Emmett was the odd one out.

The lonely one.

The third wheel.

Carlisle had Esme, Jasper had Alice, Rosalie had max, Edward had Bella.

Hell, even Renesmee had Jake.

Why was he so different.

As he stood in his engineering gear in the practical room at the college he had an internship at, he focused intently on his teacher, showing how to weld different metals.

His do I was cut off at the door behind him opening and quick footsteps making their presence known.

“Apologies Mr. Jones, my alarm didn’t ring this morning” a voice said, causing Emmett to snap his head behind him.

He was speechless.

In came a girl, not too short but not really tall either.

She had messy curls tied up in a bun and looked as if the uniform on her body was swallowing her whole.

She was tanned and had the deepest chocolate coloured eyes he had ever seen.

“It’s alright miss y/l/n, just find a space to stand and observe”

The girl pushing her bag on a hanger and shuffled clumsily to a spot to the left of the teacher.

For the rest of the lecture, Emmett couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

He observed the way she sniffled at the cold, the way she covered her yawn at obvious fatigue, and the way she blushed when the teacher introduced her to the rest of the class.

Now it was time for the students to pair off and work of a piece together.

The confident vampire wasted no time to approach the one of three girls in his class and offered to help her catch up.

~

“So how come you only started this course now?”

Emmett asked about 20 minutes into the project.

Y/n looked up at him with her eyebrows raised before replying.

“Well, I used to take English literature but decided to quit on the second day. Then I was studying medicine but that didn’t last long. So I started the theory civil engineering course and fell in love so the professor put me here at the physical engineering class” she stated wiping her oil stained forehead.

He gawked at her in awe.

She was the epitome of perfection, all his favourite things combined.

“Wanna go out?” He asked bluntly. In return, her eyes widened in confusion and she chuckled nervously.

“It’s a bit early don’t you think, I mean, I don’t even know your last name”

“Well, we all gotta start somewhere. Whatd’ya say sugar?” A smirk lingered on his lips and mischief reflected on his eyes.

Surely he was on some next level drug or he wasn’t mentally stable she thought to herself. But as she gazed as his wide eyes and rosy lips, she contemplated giving in.

Of course she didn’t have feelings for him, they had just met. But she couldn’t deny his good looks and muscular build.

“Why not, I’ll go out with you”

Emmett swore he could’ve felt his unbeating heart skip a beat and his imaginary blood flow to his cheeks.

“Woah, okay, tomorrow for lunch, I’ll pick you up?”

She gave a slight nod before walking out of the practical room.

~

Now finishing her look, she took her braids out of her bonnet, tying them in a low half up half down with two front pieces framing her face.

Checking her phone, she noticed a text from Emmett that he was right outside her door.

She quickly smoothed down her yellow sundress before making her way downstairs and straight out of the house.

However, when Emmett said he was outside her door, she didn’t think he was literally by the door, causing her to ungracefully bump into him and fall backwards.

Before her bum hit the floor, Emmett quickly grabbed into her, holding her upright.

“All okay ?” He chuckled in amusement at her clumsiness.

~

Emmett had driven her to a book shop-turned cafe for a light lunch and hot drinks.

He ordered food; didn’t eat, instead he nurtured his unnaturally sweetened hot chocolate in his cold hands staring at her as she described her family.

Y/n had ordered a ham and cheese toasty, quickly gone straight into her stomach.

“And my dad… well, he’s my dad” she chuckled awkwardly as she struggled to find an accurate adjective.

“Right so, stubborn older sister, angelic little brother, glamorous mother and monotone dad.. and I right?”

“Better than I could’ve put it”

The rest of the afternoon was spent with laugher, an arm around her shoulders and discussion of childhood.

Y/n had learned that Emmett was attacked by a bear as a kid. Surprisingly, he survived.

But now, as he walked her to her front door from his car, they found themselves holding hands before they came to a halt.

“This is me I guess” y/n smiled.

“You looked beautiful tonight y/n” Emmett stated as he took in her current appearance. The porch light turned her brown eyes, golden and gave her skin an ethereal glow. She looked like an angel.

“Thank you Emmett. I really enjoyed tonight”

That was emmett’s queue to lean in to kiss her.

However before his lips could touch hers, she placed her hand on his hard chest, pushing him back gently.

“Not yet Mr. Cullen. Take me on another date first”

And with that, he was left grinning like an idiot as she closed her red door in front of him.

𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐩𝐨𝐜!𝐦𝐨𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲/𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧. After a very tense divorce, she found that she needed a fresh start. And so did her kids.

It was a late Wednesday afternoon and y/n had been waiting with her three year old son, Mari, in the hospital waiting room for 4 hours now.

She was mid chopping carrots for dinner before she received a call from her daughter’s school saying that she was escorted to the hospital after spraining her wrist.

The curly haired mother wasted no time and quickly picked up her son and made her way to the hospital.

And that’s how she ended up in her current position.

After many agonising hours, a young nurse popped up in the room, calling out y/n’s name. She grabbed mari’s hand and made her way to the room.

As she entered, she ran straight towards her daughter, carefully wrapping her arm around her and tenderly kissing her temple.

She was so worried, she didn’t even notice the fine man wrapping a bandage around her daughter’s arm.

“Lottie, baby, what happened”

Charlotte looked up at her mother with a smirk before groaning in annoyance at the multiple kisses being left on her face.

“Mom stop, I’m okay I promise”

She then explained how as she climbed to the top of the jungle gym, she stepped on puddle from last night’s rain, causing her to slip and fall on her arm.

“There’s nothing to worry about Mrs lake, Charlotte will just have to stay in her cast for the next for weeks” the handsome doctor said.

Y/n was kind of embarrassed of her messy curls and sweatpants in comparison to the man’s well groomed appearance.

“It’s not mrs lake anymore, I’m divorced, it should be changed” she stated in embarrassment. She also surprisingly didn’t notice the sigh of relief that the blonde had let out.

“That’s understandable, don’t worry”

“Mom, when I go back to school, I’m gonna be so popular” the nine year old girl said as she grinned.

“You definitely will. She handled the pain like a champ. Almost thought she was immune or something” Carlisle chuckled; not removing his eyes from the woman in front of him.

He then made his way to his drawer, pulling out two strawberry flavoured lollipops and giving them to the kids with a high five.

Y/n smiled softly in response leaving Carlisle in a haze.

After all of his years of life, he had never felt this way for anyone.

Sure he had a small fling with Esme, but they both realised that they better stay friends.

“Anyways, thank you so much Dr Cullen, you’re a life saver” y/n said after glancing at his name tag to confirm who he was.

“Call me Carlisle” he said with a genuine curve at the lips.

“Call me y/n”

~

It was a Saturday, just over two weeks had now passed and y/n’s mother had taken the children for the weekend; allowing the the woman to take a long bath, sleep in, deep clean and get her hair done.

Y/n was now at the local supermarket, fifteen minutes into deciding if she should take the last instant coffee or the one of many ground coffee.

As she reached for the instant coffee, she was met with a rather cold hand, causing her to yelp slightly.

“Great minds think alike huh?” She recognised the voice. As she turned, she was met with the familiar amber eyes of the handsome doctor from the other week.

He wore a white button up, navy quarter zip, navy dress pants and a grey scarf.

Even though he dressed like her grandpa, she had to admit that he was fine as.

“Cat got your tongue?” He smirked menacingly.

Carlisle didn’t know where he suddenly got all of this confidence from, but as far as he’s concerned, the woman in front was the catalyst.

“Sorry Carlisle, you know what, you have it, I’ve got enough left for a cup at home” she mentioned while taking her hand off of the box.

Carlisle ran his tongue over his teeth before grabbing the coffee and putting it in her basket.

He also took it as an opportunity to get really close to her face. Close enough that they could feel each other’s breaths.

“You have it love. You can make it up to me with the permission to take you on a coffee date”

She stood there like a deer in headlights before muttering a soft ‘sure’.

“See you soon y/n” he winked and left the isle.

~

The remaining two weeks passed agonisingly slow and y/n was walking hand in hand with her children through the hospital door.

Oddly, they only had to wait 10 minutes before being summoned to Carlisle’s room.

As she walked in, she spotted him already waiting for her with a gleaming smile.

Before y/n could greet him, Charlotte was running up to him, desperate to remove the cast covered in hearts and signatures.

“Dr Cullen!” She shouted in glee.

“Hey Champ, you ready to remove this cast?”

She nodded urgently.

Carlisle helped her sit on the hospital bed provided and started the procedure. Even though it took well over half an hour, everyone was chatting the whole time so nobody was bored.

~

Lottie was now playing with her brother, now having two free arms.

Carlisle and y/n stood next to eachother watching them.

“Look y/n I really wanna get to know you and the past few weeks, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. I’d still like to take you out for a drink if you’d like”

Y/n smiled like a child as she nodded her heard, curls bouncing at the movement.

“I’m free next Friday night if that’s okay?”

“Perfect”

She kissed his cheek quickly and shyly.

“Cmon kids let’s go”

She hurried out.

“Bye Carlisle” they all said at different times.

And for once, Carlisle felt… whole.

~

𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲’𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤?

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐬

𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 ❤︎︎

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟐

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 📍

Y/n ran her fingers through her curls; washing them after the stressful events of that night.

After her double shampoo, conditioner and complaint from her brother that she was taking too long, she finally stepped out; pink towel wrapped around her as she made her way to her bedroom.

She opened the door and before she could process anything, she jumped out of fear at the sight of Carlisle sat on her bad with his hands in his hair.

As soon as he heard her enter, his head shot up and he raced toward her, pressing her against the door.

“Carli-“

Before she could finish, he placed his hand on her mouth.

“You’re not damn careful enough. What’s the matter with you. He could’ve-“

He took a deep breath noticing the tears in her eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I was just… worked up”

He then backed up cautiously as he regained common sense and allowed to move freely.

Y/n then made her way to her bed as she sat down; arms crossed in defence; eyeing him suspiciously.

“How’d y’know?”

He froze, contemplating admitting his stalkery, or lying about his coincidental whereabouts. He chose the latter.

“I-I was just in the area and caught onto your scent” he stated with false confidence causing her to raise her eyebrows.

He sighed in defeat.

“Alice had a vision but it was unclear, so I decided to check up on you but you weren’t home. I then managed to track your car and watched you… fornicate with that man. The rest is all history”

She changed her stance to a more aware one.

“So you, stalked me?”

“Low-key”

Before y/n could reply, Charles walked in through the door, making his way to his little sister.

“That’s shocking coming from you Car”

He then rested his arm over his little sisters shoulders before smiling softly.

“I’m impressed. If I wasn’t there, imagine the possibilities. Thanks bro”

He then made his way towards the exit before turning slowly.

“Coffee anyone ?”

~

Carlisle and y/n sat on the living room couch a couple of hours later watching sense and sensibility.

They did in fact have coffee with Charles but since they had run out of sugar, the curly headed brother made his way to the store.

He said that he only went to buy some stuff but everyone knew that it was to leave the two ‘lovers’ to themselves.

Carlisle tried his best not to look at the angry girl beside him. He also couldn’t help but notice how her eyebrows furrowed and how in such a negative mood, she was still the most beautiful woman he had seen.

On the screen in front of them, Marianne popped up wearing an all too familiar dress in the eyes of y/n.

“I had that dress” she stated with a soft smile.

“Hm?”

“That green dress on Marianne, I had it. It was mine”She moved forward in curiosity.

“Not that exact dress but you get the gist”

The dress was simple, yet beautiful and acquired a gorgeous matching cloak, perfect for the spring.

Y/n remembered receiving the garments from her father; opening the white box covered with a green ribbon: revealing the dress. She did tend to miss her father sometimes, and tended to wonder what life would’ve been like if they had ended on good terms.

Carlisle also had a memory spark up in his matured mind. He remembered the girl, not as pale as she was now run up to him during one of his visits. He remembered admiring the way the green complemented her brown eyes. But most of all, he remembered the day they shared their first kiss. The way his pale cold hand rested on the pigmented emerald fabric that surrounded her waist.

That was when he knew he loved her.

“I wore that when we ki-”

She quickly stopped herself before finishing the sentence.

“Listen y/n. I’m sorry. I overstepped your boundaries by following you and even though I’m apologetic of my inappropriate behaviour, I don’t regret being there for you” he confessed sincerely. His voice was painted with certainty but she noticed a certain strain in it. As if he wanted t say something else.

She had turned her head to gaze at him being met with his amber eyes already looking at her.

They finally felt a sense of relief take over them, unaware of the tension they had once before.

Carlisle moved his hand to her soft cheek, using his thumb to stroke the flesh. Y/n couldn’t help but lean into his touch as they both slightly moved forward toward one another.

“Do you want this?” He asked as their noses brushed and their lips hovered over eachother.

“Please”

That was all he needed to close the gap between them and kiss her passionately yet gently.

A kiss that last five minutes felt like forever. But not in an agonising manner. As she pulled away slowly, Carlisle opened his eyes and gazed into hers. He then knew why he fell in love with her in the first place.

Y/n giggled softly before placing a soft peck on his lips. Carlisle then quickly grabbed her and kissed her once more for a longer period of time.

“You’re incredible” he stated, pecking her forehead.

She rested her head on his chest, kissing the shirt he wore.

“I could say the same for you Mr. Cullen”

And finally, a once forgotten relationship and two lost lovers managed to make themselves known to eachother again.

The thievery of time had no dominion, as love always wins.

~

𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟏

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧📍

“Please y/n, I beg of you” Charlie whined like a child having a tantrum as he put both of his hands of each of his younger sister’s shoulders.

“You owe me this, since I’m your favourite sibling”

Y/n chuckled amused at her brother’s naivety. She got up from the lounge chair, crossing her arms and looking back at her brother.

“You’re my only sibling Charlie”

“Exactly”

She made her way to the kitchen, desperate to find something to drink, even though thirst wasn’t a matter to her anymore.

As she walked gracefully, her older brother trailed along behind her, begging her to loosen up.

Since they were both on vacation, Charlie got an invite from his work friend, Jonathan Brown, aka; Bella’s geography teacher to go out clubbing on the wintery night.

He was one of the only teachers under the age of 30, so he easily got on well with Charlie.

Y/n opened the fridge door, reaching in for a beer.

“I’m really not in the whole party mood tonight, can’t you just go by yourself” she stated with a huff as she walked back into the living room; sitting on the long couch.

“First of all y/n, I never go anywhere without you, because were both a pair. And second of all, I know full well that’s a lie because you’re always in the party mood, so please sister…. Enlighten me” He told his younger sister, sitting on the lounge chair with a mocking grin on his face as he faked curiosity to her reasoning.

The girl took a sip of her drink before adjusting her leopard print bonnet on her head.

“Remember what happened the last time we went clubbing back in ‘82?”

As the memory came back to mind, Charles remembered how that even though that he wasn’t able to get intoxicated due to his immortality, he still managed to join an amateur biking gang that sold coke and had to pack up and move away from accidentally losing all of their supplies.

He chuckled at the fond memory before stating tht he was still immature and it would not happen again.

“Okay, fine, let me go get dressed”

~

Y/n finished slicking back her hair and had done the last of her edges, now grabbing her purse and heading downstairs where her older brother stood, wearing a stupid grin on his face.

“Let’s go” the girl said with a scowl.

All she wanted to do tonight was read her book and talk in the phone with Chief swan but her energetic older brother planned otherwise.

~

The club was radiant: music echoing in each corner of the room as the DJ worked his magic.

Y/n was already a few drinks in and had left her brother and his new found friends to go dance.

He looked like he was fully in his element.

The thing about Charles is that even before he got turned, any social event was 100% his environment. When he was surrounded by other people and having fun, he felt free and happy.

Not saying that y/n is a misanthropic person with no social life, of course she is!

She’s not a shy person, but too many parties pissed her off unlike Charlie.

Now “moth to a flame” by the Weeknd was being blasted and y/n felt a warm hand place itself on her hip.

“Dance with me” she heard a gruff voice say.

She turned around and was met with a man: no shorter than 6,1; dark skinned with a low taper fade.

She took a moment take in his features, before changing her usual doe eyes to a now more passionate gaze.

“Nice to meet you too” she chuckled, making him scoff amusingly at her charisma.

“The name’s wade, and you are?”

“Y/n, it’s a pleasure”

He put his hand on her hip, pulling her slightly closer, before whispering.

“Now, can we dance?”

~

Y/n and Wade had spent the last 30 minutes dancing to the music, which changed from reggae, pop, rap and upbeat.

However, unbeknownst to her, a familiar figure stood; cigarette in his hand as he glared harshly at the tall man who danced a little too close to his sister.

“Come with me” wade whispered as he led the girl through the crowds of people, and through the back door.

His hand was warm, and his steps were more like trips seeing as the alcohol had really taken over him.

As soon as the reached outside, wade slowly cornered y/n against the grainy brick wall as their eyes locked and he slowly leaned towards her, their lips meeting in a slow kiss.

As seconds passed and hands lingered, the kids got more heated as y/n noticed that Wade had started to undress himself.

“Wade, wait”

However Wade did not wait and continued to free himself from his clothes.

“Wade, stop it, I’m serious”

This is every woman’s worst fear, and even though she was a vampire; a natural predator that had inhumane strength, she was still terrified and expected the worst.

She tried to push him off; the palms of her hands nudging his chest, however the mixture of intoxication and adrenaline in the man caused him to grab the woman’s wrists and pin her back harshly.

However, before Wade got the opportunity to fully undress himself, he was aggressively pulled back and fell onto the cold floor.

Y/n looked at her brother’s face; his eyes darker and more hateful than usual as he marched up towards Wade who had pity written all over his face.

“You’re lucky I’m not gonna kill you. Apologise to my sister right now!”

Charles punched Wade across the face, watching his skin turn swollen and his mouth start to bleed.

Wade scattered off of his bottom and onto his knees quickly as he cried in apology towards the shaken woman that stood by the wall.

The sight was quite amusing, a large man like that on his knees, apologising to a girl he nearly raped.

Charles told the man to go, him getting up on his feet and running back in the club.

“You okay baby sister?”

Tears scattered down her face, however she wasn’t sobbing.

Y/n grabbed his shirt, embracing him in a large hug.

“Thank you brother”

Charles didn’t want to admit but as soon as he saw that man ‘rubbing up on his sister’, even if it was just brotherly nerves, he had a feeling deep down that he was up to no good and was genuinely glad he followed them out of the building.

“Back to the club?” He asked her suggestively, yet still cautious of what happened.

And even though she nearly went through something physically and emotionally traumatic, she still wanted to enjoy her night.

But instead of dancing with men, she played cards and danced with her brother.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧

𝟐𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 📍

It was now the beloved holiday of Christmas and even though the snow fell violently outside, covering all in its path the population of forks still loved the day when Jesus was born.

Y/n sat in her dimly lit room, snuggled under a mount of fluffy blankets with her oldest version of ‘Little women’ in her hand.

Even though Charlie wanted to open their presents as soon as the clock struck midnight, y/n protested and insisted they wait until six am.

However, the girl was given the freight of her life when the ping and white vintage alarm rang on her bedside table and in an instant, her door swung open and her older brother practically flew into her room and onto her bed, laying al his body weight on top of her.

“Charles, actually piss off. You’re gonna put me in a bad mood”

When he didn’t move, she attempted to push him; only failing miserably at the pathetic attempt because even though she had superhuman strength, her brother was still stronger.

“Charles Edmond Mathew y/l/n, Piss off of me!” She shouted angrily as he got up weakly; his uncontrollable laughing taking over him.

He grabbed her hand and dragged her into the living room where their decorated tree sat with a couple presents under their tree.

They both sat down like little children with their legs crossed and facing eachother as Charlie grabbed a present and handed it to his baby sister.

“Okay, open mine first” he told her eagerly as she giggled and started to unwrap the pink ribbon.

“Rip it open”

“No Charles, I don’t want to ruin it”

After a good minute she managed to end Charlie’s misery and open the wrapper, revealing a picture frame and an envelope.

She picked up the picture as it revealed their first day of high school in 1958.

Like always, they joined in the first day of senior year, claiming to be two eighteen year olds.

Y/n’s hair was cut into a Bob and had been straightened and rolled as she styled a side part.

She wore a coral and white dress which matched her platform coral heels and made her brown eyes pop.

She was stood next to a grinning Charles, his arm over her shoulders as he held a peace sign.

Y/n shedded a tear as she remembered this day like the back of her hand.

Since segregation was still around and even though Charles and y/n were just as white as they were black, they were forced to be put with the ‘colored people’.

It was their first day and the only fair skinned person who showed them kindness was Laura.

She was a gorgeous, petite woman with dark hair, dark eyes and an infectious smile.

She noticed the siblings struggling to take the picture with the camera and offered to take it for them knowing full well that she could’ve gotten in trouble.

Luckily no teachers noticed and the worse they got was dirty stares.

From then onwards the siblings and the girl got on very well and when school had ended and Charles and y/n had to move, that was the hardest goodbye that they faced as y/n had a new best friend and Charles had met a girl he loved.

Brought back to reality, y/n reached over to her brother, hugging him tight.

“Oh Charles, thank you”

He hugged her back as he kissed her cheek.

“you’re welcome baby sis, check the envelope though”

She went back to her position, grabbing the envelope and opening it quicker than the last gift, revealing two plane tickets to Norway.

“No flipping way, thank you!” She squealed kissing his cheek repeatedly.

~

The gifts were now finished being opened and the two siblings had freshened up; now entering their car to get on their way to the Swan residence.

I’m the past couple days, y/n and Charlie swan had developed a flirty friendship with lingering hugs and a a couple touches on the arm or waist here and there when talking.

One of the days when they had a drink together, Bella walked into the house and got a long with y/n more than anyone could expect.

They came to the conclusion for y/n to come over on Christmas Day for a little visit.

And as agreed, the siblings made their way to the house as Charlie drove, singing along to Christmas songs and y/n stared out of the front window.

When they had finally arrived at the swan house, they were welcomed in by Bella as she led them to the living room saying that her dad would be down in a minute.

“So tell us Bells, have you gotten anything nice for Christmas so far?” Charles asked his student as teacher mode took over him.

“Ugh, yeah, a couple of things here and there”

The silence was slightly awkward and y/n just stared at the ceiling to avoid eye contact.

“Hey guys” Cheif swan told them as y/n walked over to him to give him a hug.

She couldn’t help but notice his hand on her lower back as his thumb rubbed it.

“What’s good Charlie”

“Hey Charlie” the guys said as they dapped eachother up.

They all sat down around the crackling fire before Charlie swan asked them what drinks they’d like.

Y/n looked at her brother suggestively before requesting whiskey; Charles nodding in agreement.

Charlie made his way to his wooden cabinet, pulling out his eldest and most expensive bottle of Jack Daniel’s in attempt of impressing the curly haired woman sat next to his teenage daughter.

~

Throughout the entire evening at the swan residence, y/n couldn’t help but notice the Police chief’s horrible attempts at flirting, but she also couldn’t help returning those flirtatious words and lingering touches.

And before everyone realised, so much time had passed that nobody apart from y/n noticed Bella sneak out to go see Edward.

Or that’s what y/n assumed.

Y/n was sat with her legs over Charlie’s as she noticed Bella drop her backpack on the floor and once they made eye contact, Bella made a pleading face as she brought her finger up to her lips; y/n nodding in return.

That was about 2 hours ago, and now y/n and Charlie were tired of pretending to be drunk and wanted to go home.

Charlie lifted up his left wrist, glancing at his watch, reading 23:03.

“Hey guys, I think it’s time to go” he announced before getting up as his sister and her ‘situationship’ followed suit.

When they got to the doorway, Charles was too busy tying his shoes so Charlie saw that as an opportunity to pull y/n to a more private corner.

He pulled out a cardboard box with a red ribbon on it while holding eye contact.

“This is for you, merry Christmas y/n. I was also wondering if maybe y-you’d like to go out on a date with me sometime?” He asked as he handed her the box and scratched the nape of his neck nervously.

Y/n grinned at his vulnerable demeanour and opened the box carefully, revealing a beige dream catcher.

Her eyes widened in wonder as she imagined it dangling on her car mirror during her and her brother’s next move.

“I know it’s not the best, I even had to get Harry Clearwater to help me with it since m’not that crafty at all” he chuckled at his own words.

Y/n reached up and kissed his cheek tenderly.

“Thank you Charlie, I really appreciate it”

She told him with a smile. She then moved towards his ear and placed her hand on his shoulder.

“And yes, I’d love to go out with you on a date sometime”

~

Due to some road complications with the snow, the drive home for the siblings lasted longer than they had wished it did, taking 30 minutes instead of the usual 10.

As Charles pulled up to their driveway, Y/n got out of her brother’s car as quickly as possible, making her way to the doorstep and going straight to her bedroom to shower and put on her pyjamas.

~

It was now 1:00am and y/n was sat in her original position: ‘little women’ in her hand and a variety of pillows and blankets layered over her when out of nowhere, she heard a knock on her window.

She glanced at the window, being met with Carlisle hanging over the edge of the windowsill.

She opened it up as he climbed in, closing it straight after.

“Charlie Swan, how pathetic y/n” he stated.

She noticed a box in his hand but payed no mind.

“Hey y/n. How are you y/n? Merry Christmas y/n” sarcasm was written all over her face.

He paced furiously towards her, causing the girl to move back nervously as she was cornered in her bedroom.

“I waited hours for you and no show, only to find out from my son’s girlfriend that you were having a great time in Charlie Swans house doing who-knows-what”

He said angrily as she pulled out the ‘gift’ in his hand.

With curiosity, she picked it up, unwrapping it slowly.

She was met with a portrait.

Not just any portrait.

The summer of 1741.

She was ten years old and her it was the first y/l/n family portrait since she was an infant.

Charlie wore his finest suit of greens and blues and y/n wore her pink dress with a gorgeous ribbon draped across it as she stood behind her father, sat in his chair; their mother next to him and Charlie behind.

Her curls were pulled into a low half up half down with a pink ribbon tied around as she grinned cheekily as the artist painted them.

She remembered the warning look that her father gave her 13 year old brother when he started complaining of his leg hurting.

After her and Charlie changed and left london, she thought she had lost that portrait forever.

Now that it lay in her manicured hand, she nearly shed a tear as she looked up at Carlisle; a Samuel plastered on his face.

“Thank you Car. Really this means so much to me”

His eyes glanced at her lips before he started to lean down.

She was ready to give in but out of nowhere, he pulled himself back, clearing his throat.

“Merry Christmas y/n/n” he said and disappeared in a flash.

~

As y/n lay in her bed, her focus was on the two items next to eachother on her wall.

Gifted from her two lovers.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝟏𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 📍

It was a relaxed day at the hospital, nothing new going on.

There were a couple mild injuries here and there and a few frantic parents bringing in their sick toddlers but nonetheless, it was one word.

Quiet.

Y/n was sat on Carlisles desk, a vogue magazine from ‘92 in her hand as Carlisle sat in his chair on the other end; cop of coffee in one hand and a pile of boring documents in the other.

They sat there in comfortable silence. Something they could only really do with each other and not feel awkward about it.

Meanwhile, at the school, Charles offered to give the Cullen and Hale siblings a ride to school in his van, enough space to fit all 6 of them.

They were all chilling by the van; chattering away about pointless things as if they hadn’t been with each other prior to school.

Edward however was unusually quiet, and intensely placing a piercing gaze at the ‘new girl’.

Bella swan.

He kept an eye on every move she made.

Analysed it with deep precaution.

The way she awkwardly lifted her book to her friend and did a little weird lip scrunch.

Charlie observed Edward’s new ‘obsession’ and recognised her from his history class.

She was quiet, preserved and kept to herself; only socialising when necessary.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when a loud screeching noise came from Tyler Crowley’s van, and before he could process it, he saw Edward sprint straight to Bella; his hand out in front of her for her protection.

Charlie knew that if Edward didn’t leave that scene in the next 10 seconds, he’d be in deep trouble which he may already be in as Bella most likely realised how far he was and his ‘superhuman’ strength used to stop the van.

Edward looked into Bella’s distressed eyes before getting up and speed walking toward his family.

~

Everyone was dismissed early from school that day.

Teachers included.

Carlisle was going through some documents with y/n before Josabelle walked into their office.

“Dr Cullen, Dr y/l/n, we’ve got two casualties the chiefs daughter and a young boy involved. Nothing major, a few scratches here and there” she informed them continuously averting her gaze between the two doctors.

“Thanks Jo, we’ll be down in a sec” y/n replied and she placed the paperwork on the wooden desk and leant over to the back of the chair to get her and Carlisle’s coats.

“On our way?” The blonde asked the curly haired woman in front of him before she grinned and replied “On our way”.

~

Carlisle and y/n walked in confidently side by side, amazingly in synch before Carlisle announced his arrival.

“I heard the chiefs daughter was here”

“Hello Bella, I’m doctor y/l/n but you can call me y/n. How are you feeling” Y/n told the shaken up teen in front of her before reaching for her light.

“A little shocked but nothing major” the girl said slightly above a whisper.

Before y/n could reply, she was interrupted by the teenage boy sat on a hospital bed pleading for forgiveness before a man dressed in a police uniform closed the curtain.

“Charlie Swan, pleasure to meet you” the man said, shaking her hand as it lingered slightly above the average time for a handshake.

And unsurprisingly, Carlisle noticed this little mannerism; his teeth clenching at the sight.

“Y/n, pleasure’s all mine”

After y/n did the light test on Bella, she let Carlisle take over, before averting her attention to the vulnerable boy to her right.

She noticed him treat her with a lot of care. She knew he loved his job. He always had.

“Your vitals look good; no sign of head trauma; I think you’re gonna be just fine”

He told her encouragingly.

Y/n was practically infatuated but had to focus on the trembling teen in front of her.

Okay Tyler, this might sting, but it shouldn’t be too bad since we applied some numbing cream” y/n said as she placed the needle into Tyler’s forehead, earning a sharp wince.

While she stitched him up, she noticed the cop staring at her from her peripheral vision.

She looked further left and additionally noticed Carlisle glaring at him.

Carlisle wasn’t a man of hate, everyone knew that, but the way Mr swan looked at you really felt like poison in his veins.

“And you’re all done” she said before placing some gauze over the wound and signing papers for him to buy antibiotics and go home.

“Y/n/n”

She heard from the door, meeting her gaze with her older brothers.

Her favourite person.

“Charlie!” She squealed before running up to him.He embraces her in a large bear hug before placing a peck to her forehead.

“I’ve got something to tell you. You too Carlisle, but later” he whispered knowing that Carlisle could hear them.

“And you are?” The doctor asked the school teacher, clear envy written all over his face.

“I could ask you the same thing. Im y/n’s older brother Charles” he told his ‘name twin’.

“I’m Bella’s father, the chief, Charles swan, but I go by Charlie” he said with a slight smile.

“So do I!”

~

Y/n sat on the table of her doctor’s office; coffee in her hand as Carlisle stood with his family and Charlie explained what had happened at the school.

“How clueless could he really be, he never thinks” Rosalie stated.

“Hey Rose, we all know if Emmett was in Bella’s situation, you’d do the exact same thing” Phil told her as he lauded lazily on the cushioned couch in the office taking his hat off of his face as a makeshift sleeping mask.

Esme kissed her teeth, marching up to him and grabbing his arm harshly as she redirected him to sit up straight.

Rosalie gazed down at this statement.

“You’ve all got a point, this was very clueless of you Edward. But I understand. She’s your mate, you’d risk your life for her” y/n said as she got up and gave him a one sided hug; him not returning it.

“All of you go home. You have the day off a part from me and y/n and you all need reflection on what happened”

They all nodded the doctors farewell before Carrie gave his sister a hug.

“We ran out of curl cream by the way” y/n told him before he groaned and walked out.

~

The two now had half an hour left of their shift and were working on Lola: a bubbly six year old girl with leukaemia who loves the two doctors to death.

Lola was now in a light sleep as y/n got up from her seat under the child and put down the little red riding hood book on the table in front of her.

She layed the girl softly on the fluffy blanketed bed as she adjusted her oxygen intake.

Carlisle sat behind the monitor, as he later out her medicine for when she woke up.

“What do you think about Charlie. The chief that is” He stated, continuing to nonchalantly do his task.

Y/n was confused. Surely he didn’t believe she was after him.

Also, he had no right to be angry after everything he did.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝟏𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 📍

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞- 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢’𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.

~

It was now a Saturday and as promised, Carlisle was taking the siblings out on a shopping spree up in DC.

However when he informed his family about it, they insisted on joining and Carlisle had no doubt in his mind that he’d be bankrupt after this.

The Cullens arrived in two different cars: Rose, Emmett, Jasper and Alice in one, and Carlisle, Esme, Phil and Edward in the other.

Edward wanted his new girlfriend Bella to tag along, but the family convinced him not to invite her as according to Jasper’s words, ‘she’s not Carlisle’s responsibility’.

They made their way off of the escalator they took, spotting the curly haired siblings in front of ‘Jojo’s frozen Yo-yo’ shop as arranged previously.

Y/n set her amber eyes on the family emerging; a soft smile reaching her face.

“Carlisle Cullen, prepare for bankruptcy” Charles chuckled mischievously.

“Before you guys put me in poverty, let me introduce you all properly” Carlisle stated as he moved to stand in between his family and the siblings.

“Guys, this is Charles and y/n y/ln. I met them back in the eighteenth century when I went to med school with Charles and met y/n at a family ball” the doctor explained, winking at y/n as he said her name.

“Hey mr y/l/n” Emmet stated as he dapped Charles up.

“What’s up Emmett. You know you can call me Charles outside of school”

Emmett liked Charles.

He was a chill guy, and always tried to bond with the students as Emmett liked to say.

“Charles, y/n, this is my family, Esme, Phil, Edward, Jasper, Emmett, Alice and Rosalie”

One by one, each personality of the people were shown by the way that they greeted.

“Anyways, enough with the formality, let’s go shopping !” Emmett shouted as he grabbed Edward and led the way to whatever store he was going to.

~

The group were now 3 hours in and found themselves in different isles in Zara.

Charlie had no more space in his arms left to carry anymore clothes; having taken Carlisles payment very seriously and spending as much money as he wanted.

Y/n wandered by herself through each isle, landing in isle 7 where she spotted Rose analysing a beige cropped shirt.

Y/n could tell that behind Rosalie’s hard demeanour and constant frown, she was just a sweet girl who had to grow up too quickly to enjoy herself.

Rose didn’t even acknowledge the woman stood to the left of her before y/n spoke.

“I think you should get it, the beige brings out the amber in your eyes and the cut suits your long hair”

Rosalie turned around, shirt in hand as she looked at the woman in front of her.

She really hoped that Carlisle and y/n got together again.

Y/n was about to turn and walk away before Rose quickly grabbed her wrist.

“I just wanted to say thank you and you didn’t deserve what happened to you but were all willing to make up for it”

Before Rosalie could add more words, y/n embraced her in a tight yet comforting embrace as they stood there for what felt like years in comfort.

~

“Your total is $2050.25” the unbothered teenage cashier stated as she chewed her pink bubblegum and looked at her manicured nails.

Carlisle was dumbfounded.

He knew it would be expensive but not that bad.

Behind him stood Charlie, Emmett, Edward and Jasper; mounts of bags in their hands and grind on their faces.

Carlisle would’ve complained, but as soon as he saw the smile on y/n’s face, the excitement on Alice’s and the joy on Rosalie’s, he pushed those negative thoughts away and tapped his card on the machine.

As the families walked out of Zara, y/n checked her watch; realisation hitting her that it was late and they all had school and work tomorrow.

“Hey guys, it’s getting late, we should all start heading home now”

Carlisle was a bit disappointed. He knew he’d see her tomorrow at work for many hours but he didn’t was her to go just yet.

“Why are you all standing there awkwardly. Come give us a hug” Charlie chuckled as him and his little sister opened their arms invitingly.

They had a massive group hug but the one arms she noticed around her was Carlisle’s.

It took her back.

Back to the 1700’s during their little affair when Carlisle never had his hands off of her.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

𝟏𝟑𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 📍

Carlisle slipped on his doctor’s robe, staring into the mirror so intensely that he didn’t notice his fiery, blonde daughter walk in.

“You’re mean you know” she said carefully; crossing her arms over her pink Barbie pyjama set.

“I don’t know what you mean by that rose” Carlisle replied.

He knew exactly what she meant.

In fact, his actions haunted his mind.

“You know exactly what I mean Carlisle. What you keep doing to her is cruel and cold hearted”

Rosalie always spoke her mind.

She was never afraid to add her input if something went wrong.

Fact was, she was interested in Carlisle and y/n’s situation as she wanted y/n to be like a mother to her.

Rosalie’s biological mother only cared that Rose married into wealth and Esme was more of a friendly figure.

However Rose craved for that maternal connection that she never had, and she only wanted it from y/n.

Carlisle was stunned at his daughter’s statement.

She had never been so brutal with him.

“I never would have expected such villainy from you”

And with that, she left the room, making her way to Emmet as they prepared for school.

~

Y/n parked her Porsche 911 Turbo s Cabriolet in the free parking area; grabbing her black handbag and strutting into the hospital.

“Goodmorning Josabelle” She greeted the woman sat at the counter.

“Y/n honey, how’ve you been”

Josabelle ran straight towards the young girl, embracing her in a tight hug.

“You’re in an awefully good mood” stated the vampire, as the older woman bursted out in hard laughter.

“You. Are. Too. Funny” Jo pinched y/n’s left cheek.

From the one day that y/n had worked in Forks hospital, she noticed that Josabelle was a sassy woman who didn’t like many people.

So she was really shocked when Josabelle welcomed her with open arms and a bubbly attitude.

“What’s the catch ?”

“Nothing, just hop into your office and you’ll have a look”

And with that, y/n was in front of her (Carlisle’s) office door, turning the metal handle in her grasp.

Her eyes immediately darted toward her desk and she saw a large bouquet of crimson roses with a pink wrapper on them.

Turning the bouquet around, she came across a little note; familiar hand writing on it.

𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲.

𝐈’𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫’𝐬

𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

𝐂.𝐂

What the hell Cullen.

“Who’s is from” cut y/n out of her trance.

She turned and was met with a giddy Josabelle; desperate to find out the details.

“An old friend”

~

𝟕:𝟎𝟓

Y/n didn’t know why she was staring at the clock intently.

Or why she she wore a sundress with no intention of going out.

Or even why she kept smoothing the frizz on her curls.

Carlisles tardiness had her quivering in her boots; nervous out of her mind.

Charlie however was trying his best not to think about ripping Carlisle apart as soon as he would get here.

When his baby sister told him of the note that Carlisle left her, he felt a vein in his forehead pop. If he was human, he was sure his blood would be physically boiling.

The quiet house was filled with the noise of a doorbell, y/n speeding up to the door; letting out a big sigh as she opened it.

Carlisle was stood there; hair freshly combed, more roses in his hand and a navy blue suit on.

Y/n didn’t say anything and only moved out of the way as a signal for Carlisle to enter.

He took off his shoes respectfully before making his way to the couch, sitting stiffly as he made eye contact with his old best friend.

Charlie looked lethal; a cigarette in his mouth and a piercing gaze on his amber eyes.

“Speak”

Carlisle cleared his dry throat, looking back at the girl sat opposite him.

“I took the day off and was talking to my daughter. And I came to the conclusion that I need to apologise”

Before Carlisle could carry on, Charles interrupted him.

“You’re only apologising cause you need to ?”

Y/n looked at her older brother with a little bit of sadness displayed on her face; returning her gaze to Carlisle and letting him continue.

“Sorry, that wasn’t my intention. I meant that she helped me reflect on my actions and has helped me realise that I have screwed up immensely and owe you my sincerest apology. However, no amount of sorries could pay off the amount of times that I’ve hurt you y/n. So Charles, you name it, I’ll do anything to be forgiven by you guys”

The doctor nearly shed a tear as his eyes averted between each sibling.

After his confrontation from rose in the bedroom, he decided to take the day off of work and pull her out of school for the day; taking her to the mall and treating her to a therapeutic shopping spree.

He payed of course.

She told him what he did was wrong and persuaded him to apologise to the curly haired siblings in his history.

And that’s how he ended up here. All vulnerable in front of them.

After some time of thinking, Charlie’s scowl was replaced by a recognisable mischievous grin, y/n and Carlisle immediately knowing he was up to no good.

“If we’re really worth it, you’ll take us both to the mall up in DC, and pay for 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 we want without complaint or hesitation”

Since Carlisle was already pale, his shock wasn’t evident, but his heart sank.

Y/n wasn’t a bother but knowing Charles, he’d buy the whole mall out of spite.

“Deal”

To Doctor Cullen, it felt like a massive boulder had been lifted off of his shoulders and he was ready to rekindle his relationship with the siblings.

“Anyways, I wish I could stay but I promised Alice I’d help her with a school project”

The blonde got up from his seat, making his way to the door as the siblings followed him.

“Charles”

“Carlisle”

The men nodded at each other awkwardly before Carlisle turned to the doe eyed girl before him.

Radiance reflected off of her as the warm light from the lamp kissed her pale yet tanned skin.

Her plump lips were glossed from her constant habit of licking them and her hair cascaded lazily on her shoulders.

He was in awe.

“Goodnight y/n/n”

“Goodnight Car”

He resisted hugging her and made his way to his car with a large smile on his face, showcasing his pearly whites.

Meanwhile inside, the siblings stared at each other with little grins as they leaned in for hugs.

“I love you Charlie”

“I love you too y/n/n”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱

𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 𝐖𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 📍

Y/n straightened out her uniform as Charlie sat lazily on her bed as to he only had a couch in his room.

“I still can’t believe you’re taking my advice for once”

Y/n looked at him through the mirror; false disappointment on her face as she tied her curls up.

“Don’t get used to it. I gotta go or else I’m gonna be late”

“Yeah, yeah”

And with that, he pulled her blanket over his head and pulled out his book, having one more hour of leisure time before he got ready for his new job.

After the short treacherous years in the hot state of California, the two siblings moved to Atlanta for 9 years, then back to their home city, London for a lovely 10 years; y/n taking an interest in medicine as her brother pursued teaching history.

Now it was their fourth month in Forks and y/n was on her way to the local hospital on a 2 month trial run before full employment.

Charles was about to have his first day as a history teacher in Forks high school.

~

“Alright, in a minute, I’m gonna give y’all each your timetables with the name of the doctor you’ll be with for the next two months. Behave” Josabelle, the hospital receptionist told y/n and the two other girls beside her who were in hope of securing a job here.

She flipped her braids behind her back before reaching to her left and grabbing the timetables; giving them each to the girls in front of her.

Y/n looked at her timetable, focus shooting onto the the name of the top right of her paper.

As soon as she read it, her eyes widened in disbelief.

No. Damn. Way.

The name Dr. C Cullen was written in cursive.

She tried to persuade herself that she was overreacting. That there were many C Cullens in the world and she needed to move on.

But her intuition told her she was right.

“Alright honey’s, the doctors are on their ways here right now, so just hang on tight”

However, when each doctor came to collect their apprentices, the ‘Cullen’ didn’t show up, leaving y/n and Josabelle in confusion.

“Oh my goodness, I didn’t read my emails. Doctor Cullen would like for you to meet him in his room” Josabelle stated, shoo-ing y/n away.

The ‘young’ girl made her way to the elevator as she tried to approach room 221.

His room.

As soon as she reached the front of the door; observing the golden plaque with ‘Dr Cullen’ carved in it, she faked courage and walked into the office, being met with the back of a chair.

She could see legs from where she was and a rolled up shirt with pale arms.

Carlisle however was shocked when he couldn’t smell blood.

Any blood that is.

Not even a spec.

“Trust me, there’s nothing to be worried about. I’m a nice guy” he started off.

“So, why don’t you tell me your na- ….. y/n. What are you doing here” he said in disbelief once he saw the woman in front of him.

They silently stared at each other, both not knowing what to say.

As soon as they gazed upon each other, all memories from their first encounter came back.

Her brown eyes now golden.

His blonde locks now shorter.

It was a reflection of their first gaze.

Y/n put her cold manicured hand over her lips, not breaking eye contact. Not even blinking.

“I work here now. I’m a doctor” she told him quietly, taken aback from his presence.

He was at loss for words.

He never believed she would go into the medical field.

She wasn’t one for complex learning.

~

It was now second period and Charlie was about to start teaching his first senior class history.

As the bell rang, the wooden door started opening as lazy 17 and 18 year olds multiplied and filled the room.

Charlie was excited. Having always been close to his younger sister, he had a large patience for teenagers and their mixed emotions.

After about five minutes, Charles got up from his leather seat, placing his WWII book down on the desk in front of him.

“Alright students. I’m about to start the registration. When I call out your names, I would like for you to respond with yes sir”

He said, not looking up at them and pulling the laminated document from his drawer.

“Lucas Aldridge?” He started as he read the first name of the register.

A blonde boy with a green sweater and curtain bangs raised his hand softly as he replied with a ‘yes sir’.

Charlie continued to read out the names alphabetically, reaching the letter H.

“Jasper Hale” The curly haired teacher read, looking up and holding eye contact with a familiar face.

Jasper stared at the man at the front of the classroom suspiciously, recognising him from the airport in ‘74.

“Here sir” he said, giving Charles a last look up and down before looking at his textbook.

Charles y/l/n was in awe.

In shock.

Maybe both.

He couldn’t believe his own eyes.

As he finished the registration, his sister’s name was the only thing on his mind.

~

Y/n and Carlisle came up with the solution to just do their jobs for the next couple weeks and work together with no fuss.

Easy right ?

Well no.

Every single time they passed eachother a piece of equipment and their hands brushed, they felt a course of electricity shoot through their dead bodies as if they were alive once more.

They felt each spec of passion from the 18th century multiplied by millions and wanted no more than to embrace eachother. But pride held them back.

However, now their shifts were nearly over and and they were sat on opposite sides of Carlisle’s desk, stealing glances at eachother when the other wasn’t aware of it.

“It’s nearly six thirty. That’s when our shift ends” Carlisle stated with nervousness echoing in his voice.

If he told her that he still didn’t feel attracted to her, he’d be lying.

Y/n also still felt the same pull thats she used to feel.

However after those several times he had left her, she didn’t want to open her unbeating heart to him anymore and placed an invisible barrier on it; avoiding heartbreak.

“Carlisle, I-” the girl was about to say before being interrupted by Carlisle picking his things and bidding farewell to her.

She was left dumbfounded once again,

~

Y/n and Charles got home at the same time. Exhaustion and frustration on both their faces and they sat down on the couch in sync.

“The damn Cullens” they both said.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐲, 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟒

𝐋𝐨𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬 📍

Y/n shifted uncomfortably; tugging at the black turtle neck she wore as she listened to her professor, uninspired by the repetitive History lecture he gave.

She leaned over to Charlie who was surprisingly writing notes and taking the titanic incident into full detail.

“Charlie, can we leave, you can retake this class next year” She asked him; her amber eyes staring into his matching ones.

“If you weren’t my sister, you’d be dead by now”

And with that, they got up from their seats and left the room.

After that harsh rejection from the doctor that was now at the back of her mind, y/n had accidentally turned her older brother; blinded by her lust for blood and unaware of the consequences.

Once Charles had turned and the siblings realised they were threats, they both packed their belongings with a large sum of money and caught a carriage to Scotland without informing anyone; leaving only one single letter with the words “We love you, we’ll be fine”.

In Scotland, they did feed off of human blood before encountering a group of vampires who taught them how to live among humans and survive off of animal blood as an alternative.

And since then, it had just been the two of them, moving around every 5-10 years.

They had now been in LA for 2 years and had both picked a history course in the University of California; both regretting their decision and trying to avoid lessons.

~

It was now the next morning and the two siblings were sat on the table in their shared apartment; Charles pretending to read his newspaper while y/n painted her nails.

“You know, I was thinking we quit uni and move again” y/n started; painting her last coat of red on her pinky.

Charles looked up at her nonchalantly.

“I’m bored of it. I wanna work” she explained.

Y/n found it difficult to concentrate at school.

Growing up as a human, she never got the opportunity to learn normal things like maths and English; only being taught how to be a lady and how to speak different languages.

Piano too.

This made her dispute anything school related; her brother just told her she hadn’t found her ‘thing’ yet.

~

“Earth to Carlisle” Edward shouted at his adoptive father; snapping his fingers in his face.

“You’ve been so out of it lately, what’s up” Rosalie asked him as she lifted her head if Emmett’s shoulder; blonde locks gracefully falling down.

Carlisle stood up from his seat, smile in his face as he brushed off his worries.

“I’m fine guys. Just work”

However, Carlisle was not fine.

On his way back from work yesterday at the hospital, he decided to stop by the university and pick Jasper and Alice as a tempest since he ended early.

However, unexpectedly, he saw a head full of thick, long curls next to a taller head of shorter ones.

He didn’t believe it was them at first but was taken aback as the faces turned and he saw the familiar sibling duo from centuries ago.

Y/n.

His y/n was there.

She looked so different.

She still had long hair but kept it down and big. Much more volume than back then.

She wore a white skirt with a lack turtleneck and unlike before, her eyes were now a vibrant amber shade, matching with his old best friend.

He notices Charles tell her a joke making her throw her head back in laughter as he admired her radiance.

How the the face of this ‘phantom’ haunted him like a little boy.

Carlisle was brought back to reality at the sound of a gasp and everyone running to Alice’s side; calling her attention.

However she did not answer and instead started drawing with the pen and book she previously held in her hands.

A good minute had passed before she was brought back into reality and she regained consciousness.

“Alice honey, what did you see” Carlisle persisted.

She slowly rose her head towards him, stuttering quietly.

“Who’s y-y/n”

~

“So, you mean to tell me that you had a whole ass girlfriend who, bare in mind, was your best friend’s sister. Then turned her, left, then saw her again after centuries” Emmett stated, disbelief written all over his face.

“I never knew you could be that cruel. We can go visit her!” He finished off before getting a slap on the arm from his wife.

“You idiot, it’s more complicated than that”

After Alice’s question and explanation of her unclear vision, Carlisle had told his family of everything that had happened with y/n and how he left her in denial of his feelings.

Everyone was in shock that Carlisle had a romantic fling as it never worked out with Esme.

When Carlisle had turned Esme, everyone was sure they were mates. However, the feelings never came. And about 20 years after Esme was turned, she met Philip Jones, an African American vampire who was utterly in love with the woman.

Not long after, they got married and Esme was introduced as Carlisle’s sister.

“Carlisle, you really need to think this through bro” Phil told his friend as he smoothed his moustache down in thought.

Carlisle paused.

There was only one resolution. He was gonna leave again.

“I need you all to go pack. Now!”

And in the blink of an eye Carlisle was in his room; his family looking at eachother curiously.

~

“I’ve got it. Atlanta!” Charles stated jumping up high from the library seat in front of the computer.

“Shhhhhhh!”

The old, miserable librarian raised her wrinkly finger to her lips as she death stared the boy.

“Perfect Charlie. How about Thursday ?”

~

Y/n hated airports.

They were too busy and unorganised. She found it irritating.

Her and Charles had just gone through security as they made their way to the duty free shop; passing time for their flight in two hours.

“You’re an actual nit-wit. Making us leave early” Charlie told her with a frown.

“Pussy” she muttered as she picked up the latest vogue edition, accidentally grabbing someone’s hand instead as they reached for the same one.

Y/n turned to her left as she made eye contact with a beautiful blonde; slightly shorter than her.

“Oh my goodness, completely my fault” y/n told her as she lifted her head to hold eye contact.

“Don’t worry, I’m such a klutz” The blonde replied as they both realised that they were both vampires at the unusual eye colour.

“Anyways, I better go back to my family. You have a nice day” Rosalie stated, hurrying back to Emmett to tell him the news.

Y/n made her way to her brother after getting her magazine as they both made their way to the till.

“Rosalie, give me your magazine, I’ll pay”

Y/n recognised that voice from somewhere.

It took her a minute, but when she remembered the voice of the doctor with the blonde hair, she froze and snapped her head straight to her right, where he was by the till next to her.

Carlisle was standing right in front of her. A sight she prayed she would never see again.

He had not changed one bit.

He still had the same haircut. However, he was now wearing a grey button up shirt and black scarf; the top 2 buttons undone for effect.

“Carlisle ?” Y/n questioned in disbelief making everyone around them to stare at him.

Carlisle had not even realised she was there.

She was the reason he was leaving.

“Y/n” he muttered in a soft whisper as he held eye contact with her. The one position he tried to avoid in the past couple centuries.

“Don’t you dare. Back off now!” Charles stated as he stepped in front of his sister and payed the woman at the till.

Ever since y/n told Charles what had happened to her word for word, he loathed Carlisle as if they’d were never best friends at any point.

He hated the state his sister was in.

Crying night and day, no longer laughing at the joys of life. Just numbness for about two hundred years before returning back to normal.

“Hey bro, calm down, we mean no harm” Emmet said twisting his baseball cap; a minor smirk adorning his face.

“Sis, I’m out, but don’t forget the crap he put you through”

Charles stormed out of the shop without looking back, leaving his sister in awkward silence.

“I-uh” She started; unable to form words.

“I gotta go” Carlisle said, not counting the stack of cash he gave the cashier as he walked out with his family leaving the girl alone. Again.

History repeats itself I guess.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

Y/n opened her eyes softly, overcome with a sense of…

Perfection.

She could see every spec of dust in the air, she could smell the comforting aroma of eucalyptus from downstairs.

And funny enough she could hear the scribbling of a pen in a far away room.

How?

She ran her hand down her body shocked to find that she had not a single wound in sight.

Letting out a hushed gasp, she stood up from the unfamiliar bed, making her way to the mirror in the corner of the room.

She waited a moment taking in her figure.

She was slimmer than before, but not sickly. She also noticed her figure was more voluptuous and her curves were more emphasised. Any blemish or scare she had on her skin was gone and her curls were silkier and longer than before.

But the one thing that caught her attention were the red eyes that now took over her.

What.

The.

Hell.

“It’s always weird at first, but you’ll get used to it in a couple decades”

The deep voice pulled her out of her daze and she turned around and saw Carlisle leaning against the door frame.

She tried to get words out but it was as if her brain didn’t allow her to.

“Don’t fret y/n, I will explain it all. I do advise you sit down first” he told her as he inches closer to her and led her back to the bed.

“Carlisle, what is going on, what am I” she asked him, a tear flowing down her cheek.

He quickly wiped it away with his thumb.

“My darling, I am a vampire, and last night when I saw you in the forest alone and at death’s doorstep, I- I turned you”

He stuttered on the last bit, not daring to blink so he could catch her reaction.

“Don’t play games with me Carlisle. Are you sure I am not dead”

He let out a little chuckle from this, making his way to the cupboard and grabbing a painting frame.

“This is me, 100 years ago in Italy, I was born here in London in 1640 and at 23, I was turned by a coven when I was hunting with my father”

Her mouth was opening and closing like a fish.

She could not fathom any words and was sat there, gawking at him, cluelessly.

“You need not reply, I have sent my servants to ready a carriage to escort you home. Get dressed”

“But-”

And unfortunately, before she could get a word out, he had left the room; her eyes locking on her dress from the previous night laying on the vanity chair, freshly washed and repaired.

“Crap”

~

15 minutes had felt like 10 hours as y/n and Carlisle were sat opposite eachother in the carriage; the rain complimenting the menacing clouds lingering in the sky.

Y/n recognised where she was.

Not long until she reached her gate.

“Listen y/n, I’m due back in Italy tonight and I’m afraid I will not be returning” Carlisle blurred out as the woman in front of him averted her gaze to him.

He could leave, how dare he.

She didn’t know how to control her vampire body or do anything without him.

She needed him.

“What, Carlisle, you can’t leave me” she pleaded; laying her hands on his as he pulled back.

It pained him to see her like this.

He tried his hardest not to shed a teach but he could involve himself with her.

He could commit.

“I do apologise dearly for leading you on but I cannot stay with you. Ever”

She was dumbfounded, how did he manage to switch up so quickly.

At first he was calling her love and darling and now he was leaving her.

“Mr Cullen, we’ve completed our journey” the driver informed; unaware of the tension evident in the carriage.

“Thank you Johnathan, allow miss y/l/n to be escorted to the door, I will walk and you may pick me up on the way back”

Carlisle quickly got up, shutting the door and making his way down the muddy road.

As instructed, the driver drove the carriage all the way down to the door, tilting his head to her brother as he then drove off.

“Brother” y/n’s voice cracked as she ran towards him and he climbed onto her, hugging her as she broke down.

Charles was confused.

He did not know if his sister’s whereabouts, only being informed by his mother to not inform his father that she had left.

He picked her up, taking her to her bedroom and holding her as she sobbed.

~

It was the next day and Charles had asked his unusually quiet sister to braid his wild curls as he had no more patience left in him to care for them.

They were sat in silence. Not one of them daring to say a word and enjoying each others company.

Y/n tried her hardest to forget the rushed rejection from the doctor and distracted herself with each braid that she did on her brothers hair.

“Sister, i have noticed a change, tell me your troubles. If he hurt you, you know I’ll kill him”

Charlie told his baby sister after wincing and the pull from his scalp.

“I am fine Charlie, nothing is wrong” she replied and she pulled his head slightly backward so they could talk.

“You know I love you right” Charlie said; a small smile adorning his face.

“I love you too Charlie”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟏𝟕𝟓𝟑

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 📍

“Father, this is not fair !” Y/n stated angrily at her father, tears in her brown eyes.

Carlisle and y/n’s love affair continued for the last 2 months before Mathew caught them mid-kiss in the hall of the bedrooms.

“Listen here and listen carefully y/n, I have been more than patient with your immature revolt about the idea of marriage. You are a spinster ! Now you will marry that man and that will be the end of it !” Mathew yelled at his youngest as he stopped pacing around the room and left.

Charles was standing with his mother outside the room; panicked looks adorning their faces. However Charles straightened up as soon as his father walked out and grabbed his arm pulling him for a walk.

“Son, after me, you are the man of this family and I expect you to look after your sister and not let her get mixed up with that doctor”

Charles liked Carlisle. They were like brothers and he genuinely believed Carlisle would be good to his baby sister.

~

Back in y/n’s chamber she had just finished crying and was sat atop her fireplace, legs swinging and humming a song her mother used to sing to her as a child.

She desperately missed Carlisle having not seen him for a week.

He was due back in Italy tomorrow and she didn’t know when he’d come back.

“Y/n/n my love, how do you fare ?”

Y/n’s head shot up at the voice of her mother as she quickly jumped down from her position and ran straight into her Loretta’s loving grasp.

She couldn’t help but sob uncontrollably as her mother stroked her frizzy curls.

“Don’t you fret my girl, he will come through” Loretta told her daughter encouragingly, as she lifted her head and wiped away her tears.

“B-but Carlisle’s leaving back to Italy and I need to see him”

Y/n was a distraught mess of a girl.

All because of one guy.

“Then go find him my love. Go find him when nobody sees”

~

It was now late.

Y/n didn’t remember.

10 or twelve maybe but it didn’t matter. She listened to her mother and decided to leave when everyone was asleep and find Carlisle.

She could barely see her surroundings as she followed the familiar path to where Carlisle stayed for this ‘holiday’.

Her black steed sped through the Forrest, jumping carelessly over obstacles.

However, her journey was cut short as her steed tripped, making her fall off and a loud crack and gush to echo through the forest.

It was as if the forest had silenced her.

Her breath had been knocked out of her lungs and a sharp pain coursed through her body.

Little did she know, Carlisle was hunting in the forest and happened to hear the commotion.

He debated going to help.

But he was a doctor after all and his safety was much less important than others.

As soon as he got to the scene and realised the casualty on the floor was the familiar curly haired girl whom he loved so much he regretting his loitering and sprinted straight to her side.

“Y/n darling, what’s the matter, where does it hurt”

He felt around her body; his eyes widening as he reached her abdomen.

There was a long and thick branch going straight through her as if she was soft like clay.

“Carlisle, make the pain go away” she managed to wheeze; a soul-snatching cough following through straight after.

His house was too far and he didn’t have his medical equipment on him.

Maybe he should-

No. He couldn’t.

She’d hate him forever.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as he felt her body go limp in his freezing hands and heard her heartbeat slowly decrease in pace.

It was his last straw.

He quickly lowered his head down to the nape of her neck, slowly sinking his fangs into the pulse. As soon as the wine-washed blood reached his throat, his pupils widened as he continuously drank more of her blood.

However, he did manage to stop himself before he killed her; her blood dripping down his chin as he watched her squirm in additional pain to her broken body.

He picked her up in bridal style as he mounted her horse and made his way to his lodge.

“You’re going to be the death of me my love” was the last thing y/n heard before fading into oblivion.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

𝟏𝟗𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕𝟓𝟐

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 📍

Ever since the day of the gala, two months prior to now, Carlisle and y/n had become inseparable; seeing as he was in no rush to return to Italy and found solace in the girl’s presence.

Y/n was sat in her chamber with her companions, Lady grace Jones, Lady Joanna Wilson, Lady Friend and Lady Diana Lovelace.

“Ah, you heathen, done pull my hair that hard !” Shouted Diana to her friend; making the pain seem much worse than it actually was.

“Sorry Di but it’s not my fault that you’re such a baby” Grace replied; smirk on her face and placing the last pin in Diana’s hair before placing herself next to y/n.

“You’re awfully quiet” she said to her friend and receiving no reply.

“Earth to y/n !” Joanna retrieved the hairbrush from the table, throwing it straight to y/n’s arm.

“Ouch Jojo, that hurt, and I’m perfectly conscious” y/n replied, finally brought back to reality.

“Lies ! She’s too busy thinking of Sir Blonde hair to care about us”

In all honesty, it was true.

Her mind was too occupied with the blonde doctor whose cold touch gave her goosebumps.

Ever since the dance, he was all she could think about, and his constant visits didn’t help to defeat her ‘delusions’.

It’s not like they could be together.

He wasn’t that much older than her and was already familiar with her family.

He was a doctor and had a house in Italy, which was already a form of security.

“Oh my, I think that’s his steed out there” Grace gasped, pointing out the window as all the rest of the group crowded the window and spotted the recognisable white horse by the far golden gate.

Y/n was first to make her way straight for the door; her friends following behind and all running outside to greet the handsome doctor.

“Lady y/l/n, please do not run so carelessly, your mother will have my head” The maid Sarah said, additionally chasing the girls outside.

Carlisle couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight in front of him as one of the girls tripped over on her dress; getting straight back up and continuing to run.

His eyes landed on y/n, his agony coming to an end from the continuous torture of her face on his mind whenever he closed his eyes.

She looked ethereal this day.

Her natural hair was neatly tied into a bun behind her hat with a few loose pieces framing her face.

She wore a gorgeous pink dress that her brother bought her.

He remembers being there with him at the dress shop as he kept getting stares from the young women with their mothers.

“Ladies, how do you fare ?” Carlisle asked humbly as he got down from his horse.

“Hello Dr. Cullen, we were just talking about y- ow!” Diana started, being hit on the arm harshly before she could finish her sentence.

“Dr. Cullen, please come in before you catch your death. We all know how unpredictable winter weather is” Sarah said before making her way in as the rest followed her.

~

It was now lunchtime and y/n’s friends apart from Diana had already made their ways home.

“That’s why you cannot go outside in the snow with damp hair” Charles stated, trying to ignore his little sister’s annoying friend’s idiotic remarks.

“Yes but when you take it into deep consideration, there’s a bigger chance of my brain freezing than me actually catching a cold” Diana stated, genuinely believing herself.

“Mother, this is stupidity, she clearly has no brain to be frozen if her beliefs were correct”

Carlisle and y/n stifled a laugh avoiding eye contact, knowing if they looked at each other, they’d burst out laughing.

“Charlie, apologise to our guest at this moment. I do not know where this disrespect came from” Loretta said, scolding her son.

Charles let out a large humph, crossing his arms like a toddler and slouching in his chair.

“Son, don’t be so childish” Mathew said to Charles as he walked in; placing a kiss on his wife’s cheek.

“Mother !” Charles whined causing Loretta to ‘carelessly’ look away and I gnore her son’s whines.

Y/n had finally lost it; bursting into full laughter with Diana.

Diana nearly fell off of her chair making y/n snort loudly which only erupted more laughter from the two girls.

“Don’t worry Carlisle, the more time you spend around us, the more you’ll get used to our bickering and loudness” Mathew stated; hand firmly on Carlisles shoulder.

Carlisle smiled widely as he watched y/n laugh.

It was like God had taken extra time to make her; she was literally shining.

“I do quite enjoy it sir. My father was never a man of laughter in the house” Carlisle sadly told the man of the house.

Carlisles father was an Anglican pastor who devotedly dedicated his life towards vampire hunting, teaching his son to follow his footsteps.

It was never something Carlisle was interested in growing up.

Why make others suffer ?

He only wanted to spend time with his father.

“Carlisle, it’s quite late, and we are comfortable with you, would you like to stay the night” Loretta asked as she squashed her cigarette on the ashtray in front of her.

Carlisle looked around.

Firstly, his eyes landed on Charles.

Charles looked happy, still upset from earlier but he looked excited for the ‘sleepover’.

Next, his eyes landed on Mathew.

Mathew had more of a proud look on his face, almost as if he was trying to insist that Carlisle spends the night there.

Following on, it was Diana.

Diana didn’t really care.

However she did smirk; her rosy cheeks rising as she briefly locked eyes with y/n.

Y/n.

His y/n.

As soon as they held eye contact, he couldn’t pull away.

Her face showed no emotion but her eyes…

Her eyes spoke different words.

Somewhere in there he saw a glimpse of hope and desire which was the final push for him to agree.

“Alright ma’am, I’ve decided to spend the night. Wouldn’t want any risk of my brain freezing” Carlisle cheekily answered as he looked at young Diana.

“It’s settled then. Di, should you like to spend the night as well, you could sleep with Y/n”

Diana’s smile left her face as she realised she had a family and had to go home.

“My apologies aunt Etta but my mother is expecting me at home tonight as my sister’s wedding is next week”

“I bid you all farewell y/n, aunt Etta, Uncle Matt, Dr. Cullen” Diana said with a bow of the head, getting up from her chair and being escorted to her carriage by Sarah.

“I can’t believe Catherine is already to be wed, I remember her as an infant” Mathew told those around the table as he grabbed Loretta’s hand in his.

Genevieve, Diana and Catherine’s mother had been friends with Loretta ever since adolescence and when they fell pregnant with their last borns at the same time, they made it their sole duty to get the two babies to grow up together.

“Talking about marriage, we finally found you a good suitor darling. His names is George and he’s an architect” Loretta told her daughter.

Y/n tried not to shed a tear, so she looked down on her lap, smoothing down her dress and twiddling with her fingers to keep herself busy.

Loretta had her ‘social presentation’ slightly later than other girls; being her father’s favourite, he managed to pull a few strings.

But now too many years had passed and her mother was desperate to find her daughter a suitor as quick as possible.

Loretta wasn’t even that old.

She was now nineteen; 3 years older than when her social season had started.

Carlisle clenched his jaw at the sight of y/n’s somber and tried his hardest not to comfort her in front of everyone.

So he just sat there, listening to Loretta carry on about y/n’s potential suitor.

~

The morning had arrived and everybody except y/n was outside on the garden playing the dreadful game of pall mall under the cloudy sky.

Y/n was in her room struggling to tighten the lace at the back of her dress which only frustrated her even more each time.

She let out a loud groan before stomping to the chamber door and nearly bumping into the familiar tall chest.

“Carlisle, you’re an angel, please nah you assist me in fixing my dress” she pleaded, grabbing his wrist and dragging him to her chamber in front of her mirror.

“Goodness me y/n, I come to wake you up and you try to kidnap me in return” he chuckled as his hands made their way to the lace.

As his hands gently looped through the first of the last 5 holes, y/n felt her breath hitch as his cold one was felt on her neck.

2nd loop.

Carlisle stared longingly at her soft, tanned skin, desperate for one kiss.

If Carlisle was human, he would be red and sweaty at that moment.

3rd loop.

Y/n looked his the mirror towards Carlisles face, already finding him looking at her but none of them broke eye contact.

4th loop.

His hands were agonisingly close to her lower back.

He provoked her, grazing his hands on her as they moved down each time .

5th loop.

Carlisle had finished, but instead of removing his hands, walking away and going back outside as he should’ve, he put his hand to rest on y/n’s waist.

And none of them dared to move.

They stayed like that, gazing upon each other through the mirror and enjoying the comfortable silence that lingered in the air.

Y/n then turned around to face Carlisle, unaware of their close proximity.

“Quite the charmer Carlisle”

Y/n shifted her eyes to his lips as he licked them nervously.

Carlisle slowly moved in as they both closed their eyes and their lips met.

Y/n’s hands found Carlisles face as his wrapped around her waist hungrily.

The girl travelled her kisses down Carlisles neck as her hands found his buttons.

Carlisle was giving in.

But he couldn’t.

“Y/n wait” Carlisle whined. He really wanted to continue.

Y/n pulled back; confusion writes all over her face.

She was a sight for sore eyes.

Her lips were puffy and red and her eyes hung low.

“What’s the matter Carlisle, do you not want me ?” She asked, embarrassed of the she seduced him.

How could she be so stupid.

She embarrassed herself. But little did she know, Carlisle had the same intentions as she did.

“No love, it is not that. Of course I want you. But it’s just that. I-i might just… hurt you” Carlisle struggled to get out as he rested a soft pack on her pouty lips.

She opened her mouth about to speak as he interrupted her.

“I think it’s best we go down now before they suspect anything”

She nearly forgot she had a family.

She was too focused on the handsome doctor in front of her to pay attention.

~

“And score !” Loretta yelled victoriously as she jumped in the air.

“It is now getting late Mr. Y/l/n. I thank you for your hospitality but I must make my way to the lodge now” Carlisle told y/n’s father; shaking his hand thoroughly as Vincent, the young stable boy brought Carlisle’s steed out.

“Many thanks to your whole family” he ended as Charles walked Carlisle to the horse.

“You look riled up brother” Charles brought his friend’s odd stiff demeanour to Carlisles attention.

“Just a mental phantom Charlie, nothing serious”

Carlisle wanted to avoid anyone finding out about what happened with y/n earlier.

Especially her older brother who just happened to be Carlisles best friend.

“A curly haired mental phantom who happens to be little sister perhaps. Farewell Brother” Charlie chuckled; hand patting Carlisles chest encouragingly as he then walked off.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕𝟓𝟐

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧📍

Carlisle was no longer entertained by small gatherings; holding little to no significance in his tiring long life.

In addition to his discomfort, the carriage in which he was sat was abnormally cramped, even though he was the only person in its velvet walls.

Carlisle’s wealthy, lively friend from medical school three years prior to this event had invited him to a gala his parents were hosting as ‘he would be in dismay’ without Carlisles presence, as mentioned in the telegram that was sent out to Carlisle weeks before.

The cold night English air was nearly nipping at his skin; if he wasn’t a vampire, he’d probably have had frostbite by now.

His cart was pulled through the last of the journey before the arrival as the night became darker and the cold became harsher.

As the his cart went past the golden gates, Carlisle gazed his amber tinted eyes on the manor that lay before him: soft pebbled roadway was covered with carriages and carts of all kinds and hundreds of individuals gathered outside them; an eagerness to enter the house taking over their bodies.

The actual building was like artwork; a big improvement of how architecture was made when he was still human.

Nobody took art as a form of leashes back then.

“Sir, we have arrived” Timothy, Carlisles driver informed as he knocked his silk gloves hand against the draped window of the carriage.

Timothy then opened the door; allowing Carlisle to step out and stretch his sore legs from the agonisingly long and tardy journey.

Carlisle had been a vampire for over a century and was still alien to the hyper-abilities that he inherited. His ears; filled with detail from every conversation in the entire party. His eyes; capturing every single spec of light that the candles provide.

He made his way inside the doors, immediately gazing up at the large, diamond chandelier that stole the night’s attention.

“Well if it isn’t the most mysterious doctor in England” A all too familiar voice caught Carlisle’s attention.

He turned around rather quickly out of excitement; a childlike grin adorning his chiselled face.

“Charles !” Carlisle said as he wrapped his arms around his dear friend.

“How’ve you been brother, you’ve completely disappeared since you left for Italy”

Carlisle had just left the Volturi’s inhumane lifestyle and had bought a house in southern Italy, living as a City doctor in Naples.

Every year that passed, he progressively distanced himself from all the ‘friends’ he made before they would notice how he would gain no wrinkles or specs of grey on his head.

At first it was hard.

Leaving everything he knew behind.

But as decades turned into centuries, he got used to the slight moment of grief that soon turned into plain emptiness after a while until he, once again found a new place to live.

“Charlie, father’s requesting your presence” an angelic voice pulled Carlisle out of his thoughts and back into reality.

Well, from her captivating beauty, he was not so sure he wasn’t dreaming.

Carlisle watched her eagerly in front of him, conversing with Charles. She was like nothing he had ever seen.

She was a literal deity; Carlisle was even convinced he had perished and she was sent to retrieve him.

“I nearly forgot, Carlisle this is my baby sister y/n” Charles stated.

His usual cheeky smirk adorning his cheeks.

Y/n’s hand reached out in front of Carlisle, allowing his to inspect her manicured nails.

The moment their skin touched, Carlisle swore he felt a wave of warmth course through his stone cold body, almost as if he still had blood flowing through him.

“I’ve heard much about you Mr. Cullen, you’re all my brother seems to mention during the tales of his experience at medical school” She giggled; not breaking eye contact with Carlisle’s amber eyes.

Carlisle let out a nervous chuckle, afraid his words won’t leave properly.

“All good things I hope ?”

Before, y/n could leave, she sent Carlisle a flirtatious wink, grabbing her brothers forearm and making her way to her mother as her dress dragged gracefully on the carpeted floor.

-

Some time had passed and only one word occupied Carlisle’s mind.

Y/n

He stood silently by the wall of the ballroom, watching her dance with many different suitors that asked her for a dance. He felt a raising heat rise up his body, trying to prevent the scowl on his face to make itself more noticeable.

How dare she toy with him, then remorselessly go dance with men she barely knows; allowing them to place their hands all over her.

He decided it was his turn.

As the dance finally ended, he quickly made his way over to her before any other man could.

“A dance Lady y/l/n ?”

His gloved hand was reached out in front of him almost desperately as his eyes never left hers.

It took a moment but she eventually placed her hand on his as the next song started.

The dance started off slow: small steps matching the violin’s tempo as each couple prepares themselves for the rest.

Carlisle then placed his hand on y/n’s hip, making her let out a soft gasp in which Carlisle found amusing.

He could hear the way her heartbeat was practically beating out of her chest and noticed the blush that crept up her soft cheeks.

He wanted to reach up and place his hands on them but he kept dancing .

By now all the couples were dancing rhythmically, turning the same way and creating a pattern with their dances.

“I never took you for the dancing type Mr. Cullen” Y/n broke the silence; continuing to follow the dance.

“What are you suggesting Lady y/l/n, and please, call me Carlisle” He insisted.

He quickly placed both hands on her hips, lifting her off of the ground and quickly back down before their conversation continued.

“Well Carlisle, when I met you back in the entrance hall with my brother, you seemed rather stiff”

Carlisle turned her back towards his chest as they swayed gracefully.

“And please, call me y/n” she whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

He turned her back towards him as they ended the dance with one last lift, bringing her down agonisingly slowly as their noses brushed each other.

“I’ll see you soon Carlisle”

And with that, she was gone.

Carlisle averted his gaze to the giggling coming from the side tables, where he saw Charles staring at him tauntingly with two girls on either side of him.

“Oh piss off Charles” Carlisle mouthed to his best friend, making him burst out in laughter.