Twilight, but Carlisle embraces the ‘non-human’ aspect
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Carlisle doesn’t move from the chair when Esme brings the young man into the siting room. He visually looks older than Esme, still Carlisle calls him young; they all are, even Esme is to him; He cuts his train of thought watching the man grow increasingly nervous.
“What do we have today then dear?” he watches the man eyes flicking too fast for the human to catch.
“He’s hurt children, touched them, caused them pain.” Her voice doesn’t grow but he can hear the fragmenting of bone where she grips his shoulder just slightly too hard to be natural.
Carlisle rarely finds comfort in the predator aura he excudes, but as he steps towards the man towering over him as Esme forces him to sit, as his shoulder blade shatters under her grip. A quick flick of his finger to his lips, the way his eyes settle on the man unnatural in speed as the man knows to be quiet. He wonders if this is how Aro feels when he conddems a criminal. He doesn’t allow himself to think of the Volturi, how proud; he thinks they’d be of him, of his mate, of his new coven. He shakes the ache from his chest as the man tries to stand. He swears he can hear laughter from the other room.
“You’ll tell us what we want to know, won’t you?” Carlisle tries to keep the desperation from his voice; he can feel it eating away at his limbs. The burning ache that is most often a dull throb, it begins to surface once again, he coughs a lie he reflexively does as the guilt begins to join the familiar burn. The man is nodding frantically, almost crying with the tang salt Carlisle can smell. Tears smell different when they feel fear.
“I want.” Carlisle keeps his voice even. Esme lets her lips curl only slightly. The man shivers, her grip tightening against his unbroken shoulder. Carlisle tilts his head pulling back, he knows what comes next, the fearful questions, the desperation of a human’s self preservation.
“I can give you names, data on everyone else I know, I can.” Carlisle holds his hand up, the man stops, nothing about this dance he hasn’t done before.
“We already have that, I want-“ The man interrupts him, blathering about more humans like him, about neighborhoods he knows, groups, and meeting places. Carlisle does not sigh, he move at his true speed, Esme releasing her hold as face as the man is slammed against the wall opposite the bookcase. Carlisle does not blink, letting his human façade drain away, he knows with how pale and sickly the mane begins to look and smell Esme has done the same.
“He doesn’t deserve a child.” She hisses her mouth seeming to not move with her speed, her hand brushes against the mans cheek.
“To harm a child, even if it is not your own;” The mans screams cut her off, her hand drifting against his damaged shoulder shattering the fragments and pushing them into his muscles. Her hand runs along his arm, shattering it as well, the man quiets, hanging limply as Carlisle sets him back into his office chair. Esme tilts her head at him, watching as he tries to sputter an apology, tries to scream as she straps him to the table against the book case.
-Quiet.- they can hear Edwards voice, his thought reverbing around the room. Jasper appears at the door way watching as the mans eyes droop.
“We’d like him alive dear.” The man seems wake terror on his face at Esme and Carlisle’s calm expressions.
“I really do thing you getting that medical degree was just too helpful dear.” The man feels no need to run, Jasper hushing the survival instincts as Carlisle carves into him.
“Lets see, your liver and kidney’s both see to be in excellent condition, and your heart and lung seem the same. Good to know your organs aren’t as rotten as you are, now.” Carlisle turns nodding to Jasper as they slice them out, placing them into transplant coolers. The Iv’s already draining the remaining blood into bags.
“Isn’t this much more helpful that being alive?” Esme watches the man’s head lull against his shoulder, she knows he has only a few seconds of consciousness left.
“Thank you for being an organ donor, your devotion to helping people is truly wonderful, such a shame you hurt children.” She smiles brightly as she pulls one of the cooler’s towards her.
“Two birds with one stone as the saying goes.” The mans last vision is of her glowing yellow eyes and Carlisle speaking softly in Latin, a final prayer over his body as Emmett appears to help with clean up.
Carlisle doesn’t look up as Rosalie appears, her hands fidgeting nervously, Bella and Charlie next to her.
“Yes?” Charlie hands him a slip of paper, ten names written in Bella’s handwriting, their addresses and crimes on a separate sheet Rosalie hands him.
“We’re overbooked with that new homicide in Seattle as it is.” Charlie shrugs turning his head from the empty table. Carlisle nods.
“Esme dear, how would you like to go on a road trip this weekend, just a few places I have in mind.” He can hear Esme’s laughter from the other side of the house. The sound of her packing bags, already carefully constructing their lies, the alibis they’ll have for where they were, how they had no clue what had been going on in the towns at the time they visited. Carlisle settles back into his chair as everyone leaves, the ache in his chest is already picking up, he glances to the wall in front of him, drawings from children he’d saved cover it, letters from the parents stacked up next to it. He breathes once again allowing his human façade to coat him once more. Do no harm. Devoted and compassionate to a fault, you will save anyone you can. Do unto them what they have done unto others.
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