𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭 | carlisle cullen (2)

(𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫) blood stained

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ESTE WALKED TOWARDS THE HOUSE, picking up her shoes as she went. Este didn't put them back on as she stepped back into the house and up the stairs. Her eyes glanced into the living room where the blood remained on the floor. Carlisle and Bella were in the kitchen.

She was about to go and clean up the mess of glass from the table and the blood that had managed to lace it's way as far as the cream rug in the centre of the room but as she moved further towards it, she heard the voices spreading effortlessly from the kitchen.

"You try very hard to make up for something that was never your fault" Bella was saying, "What I mean is, it's not like you asked for this. You didn't choose this kind of life, and yet you have to work so hard to be good."

"I don't know that I'm making up for anything," Carlisle disagreed lightly.
"Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given"

"That makes it sound too easy" Bella replied.

"There," Carlisle said as the sound of snipping thread added to the noise of the talking, "All done"

Este continued to listen as she walked silently around the house, filling herself a bucket of warm water and a cloth as she paced through the house yet again. She was aware that Carlisle probably knew she was walking around but it seemed he had too much trust in her to believe there would be anything wrong with this.

"In the beginning, though" Bella pressed on, "Why did you even think to try a different way than the obvious one?"

"Hasn't Edward told you this story?" Carlisle asked politely

"Yes. But I'm trying to understand what you were thinking" Bella continued.

Silence fell for a brief moment while Este started to wipe the blood away with the cloth, every time she doused it back into the large bucket, spirals of red would conjoin with the liquid and create beautiful patterns in the warmth.

"You know my father was a clergyman" Carlisle mused, "He had a rather harsh view of the world, which I was already beginning to question before the time that I changed."

Este heard the striking of a match and a small gasp from Bella at the sound of flames. Carlisle would have to get rid of anything he used on Bella. There would be no safety in the walls of the Cullen's house with blood traces littering the rooms. That's why Este was making fast work at getting the blood away from the floor, ignoring the glass for the time being.

"Sorry" Carlisle apologised. "That ought to do it ... So I didn't agree with my father's particular brand of faith: But never in the nearly four hundred years now since I was born, have I ever seen anything to make me doubt whether God exists, in some form or another. Not even the reflection in the mirror."