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Disclaimer: I do not own twilight
Lost and Found
A Twilight story
Pairings usual except for Edward/my character Bella/Jacob
It will change POV sometimes.
Senior year, Edward and Bella have split for good, but the Cullens haven't left.
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Ch 26 Awakening
Author POV
It was the end of January and Carrie had yet to wake from her sleep. Her wounds have been healing nicely without any complications. She is still thin for all that she is eating is soup broth. Carlisle was worried about feeding her anything else while she was still in a sleep like state.
Currently the Cullen siblings were at school, it was the Friday before the weekend, Carlisle was at work and Esme was sitting in the living room reading a book. Carrie was lying on her bed and was beginning to stir. Her brow was furrowed and her head was moving side to side. Movement under the blankets suggests that she is moving her legs and soon an arm appears from out under the covers as a hand grips her head.
A groan escapes her mouth as she moves onto her side; which causes her to gasp in pain as her back protests the movement. Her whole body hurt so much, which she was not aware of as she was sleeping. She slowly moved so that she was sitting up but she was in agony. It took everything she had not to scream her agony to whoever was listening. She wasn't sure where she was and if there were people nearby, listening, or if they were friend or foe. She couldn't remember where she was or what happened. After getting her bearings she began to open her eyes to observe her surroundings.
She had trouble opening her eyes since they were so dry and gritty, not to mention still heavy from sleep. She opened her eyes completely and blinked a few times; she was confused when she couldn't see anything. There was no light, nothing but complete blackness. She brought her hands up to feel along her eyes but she was soon feeling her whole face, it didn't feel right, and why did her eyes sting and burn so bad. 'What the … heck … happened to me,' she thought lanquidly in confusion.
She slowly and painstakingly moved so that she was sitting on the edge of her bed. She felt around for something to hold on to as she tried to stand up, only to fall to the floor. She just laid there for a while because the landing hadn't been too soft and made her hurt even worse. After a few minutes of catching her breath and trying to block out the pain she felt around and eventually grabbed hold of the bed leg.
She used this as she slowly and with much difficulty pulled herself up and after about ten minutes or so she was breathing heavily, standing on weak legs holding tightly onto the banister for support. Once she was sure of her legs would somewhat support her weight Carrie took a step forward. Her legs were so shaky and she was so dizzy that it felt as if she was going to fall again, but out of pure will she remained standing.
She had no idea of where she was at so she took small hesitant steps looking for a bathroom so maybe she could find a sink or mirror or something since she had determined that she was in a room of some sort. With her small steps she was barely moving. Since her arms only came down to her hips she didn't feel the stool that she was headed toward, until she tripped on it and fell to the floor with a loud thump.
Esme's POV (for something different)
I was just sitting in the living room reading a book. Carlisle was at work and the children were at school. I really had nothing to do. I cleaned the house yesterday so I don't have to do that. I finished the dishes earlier and I did laundry the day before. Carrie isn't due for a feeding or anything anytime soon.
A smile spreads across my face as I think of Carrie. I'm so happy that I have custody of Carrie, even if it is only temporary. I'm just one step closer to having her as my daughter and I'm so glad to have her as a member of the family.
I'm glad that Edward has her too; he really needed someone after what happened with Bella. He is not as moody and broody anymore. He even seems more carefree around her than he was around Bella, for some reason we don't seem to worry about hurting her.
She is really a kind and sweet young lady. I feel bad about what she has had to go through in her short life. Well I'm bound and determined to make sure that her life with us is so much better and that she will never have to want for anything.
The phone rings as I turn the page of my book and I also thought I heard something else but I just shake it off as my imagination. I answer the phone by the third ring.
"Hello Cullen residence, Esme speaking," I said to be polite.
Hi Esme, its Alice was heard on the other end.
"Hello dear. I suppose that you are calling to check up on Carrie," I said.
Yeah, how is she doing?
"Last time I checked on her she was still sound asleep," I told her.
Is everything ok, nothing is wrong is there? a new voice said. Poor Edward he's been taking this worst then everyone else. He no doubt blames himself for this. It has been refreshing to see him worry over someone else who isn't a member of the family. I was worried about him after he broke up with Bella. He was just so depressed I thought that I would never see him smile again or play the piano again which he stopped playing because he always ended up playing Bella's lullaby.
"Everything is fine Edward dear. If anything was wrong I would call the school and have you sent home." I told him honestly. I'm sure he would have chained himself to Carrie if he could have just so he would have a reason for not leaving her side.
Oh you know Edward. He is just worried about princess It is a wonder sometimes how she intergraded herself into our family so thoroughly. I already love her like a daughter, the same with Carlisle. The children seem to get along with her like she has always been with us.
"I know Emmett sweetie, but he is just worried." I said hoping that they were not giving him a hard time. Edward was picked on a bit when he was with Bella so naturally they pick on him now. He is also the most picked on because he is the 'youngest' and isn't 'married' yet like the rest of my children.
We are all worried, not just Edward. Ah Rose, she was the biggest surprise. None of us could have foreseen her friendship and bond with Carrie, especially with the way she acted during Edward's last relationship.
"I know Rosie." I told her reassuringly not wanting her to think that we thought she did not care.
I hope she gets better soon. I miss beating her at chess. She had even captured Jasper's friendship. And I have also noticed that since her welcoming into the family Jasper had become stronger with resisting the call of human blood. It was proved when Aro did his test when he visited.
"I'm sure she'll be up soon and you can beat her at chess all you want. Be good dears and I will see you in a few hours." I told my children.
Bye mom. I hung up the phone and went back to the seat I was sitting in before. I had just sat down when I heard some thumping and crashing sounds up stairs. I got up and quickly headed to Carrie's room to check on her.
I opened the door and panicked when I didn't see her in her bed. I looked around and spotted her on the floor lying next to an overturned stool that had a chess set on it that Jasper was using while he was in her room. She slowly rolled over on to her back and a pain filled moan escaped her.
"Carrie, sweetie, are you okay," I asked in concern as I went and knelt toward her.
"Where am I," she let out in a hoarse whisper.
"You're at home, in your room," I told her.
"Home," she said in confusion as if she did not know the meaning. It was so heart breaking to see her this way that I wished I could cry.
"Yes dear remember. It's me Esme; you remember Carlisle don't you," I asked, slightly worried for I wasn't sure how much she remembered.
"Esme… mom?" she said softly.
"Yes dear I'm here," I told her, a little shocked yet happy that she called me mom I only remembered her doing that once when she was running from Emmett. That seems like such a long time ago, a life time.
"What happened? Why do I hurt so much? Why can't I see," Carrie said in panic, on the verge of tears. Her voice was practically nonexistent yet over flowing with pain.
"I'll tell you later, but let's get you back into bed," I said as I picked her up and carried her over back to her bed and tucked her back in. I went into the bath room and grabbed some pain medication to give to her. I sat her up against me and gave her the medicine, and then I just held her close to give her some comfort. I rocked her gently and softly hummed under my breath to try to sooth her pain or at least distract her from it.
I could still hear her lightly whimpering and feel her quivering from the pain that she was feeling. It is as Carlisle feared, Carrie is in a lot of pain and she cannot see. The bad thing is that he is not sure if there is anything that he or anyone can do to help her. Nothing can be done about frost bite and her back muscles are shredded, they will have to heal on their own.
I was still holding her as I heard the children come into the house. I heard them calling for me so I gently laid Carrie, who had finally fell back asleep about an hour ago, back down and tucked her in before I left her room.
"Hello dears, how was school," I asked them; I could tell my face echoed my worry for Carrie.
"Fine, Where were you," Edward asked immediately picking up on my worry either from my thoughts or my voice I was unsure.
"I was up in Carrie's room." Edward was going to say something but I beat him to it "She is fine now. She woke up after you called and made some noise when she fell. She is a little confused and everything but she soon fell back asleep after I gave her some pain medication." When I finished Edward rushed up the stairs, the others followed at a more leisurely pace, but I could tell that they were eager to see her as well.
Edward's POV
I was so happy that Carrie had finally woke up, I felt relieved for she has been asleep for practically a month. I had feared that she would never wake. I was worried that she fell and that she was pain but I felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders Without a second thought I rushed up to Carrie's room, eager to see her.
I barged into the room and had to grab the door in order to prevent it from slamming into the wall. I took my usual position next to the bed, holding Carrie's hand that was lying on top of the blankets. I used my other hand (my right) and softly stroked her hand. Alice came in and sat on the other side of Carrie, holding the other hand. Jasper was standing behind her and Emmett and Rosalie were at the foot of the bed.
We all watched as Carrie began to stir. She opened her eyes slowly and blinked them a few times before she moved her eyes around. I could tell something was wrong. "Carrie," I said softly so as to not spook her.
Her eyes snapped toward me but I had a feeling that she couldn't see me. "Hey there sleepy head," Alice said and Carrie turned her face toward her.
"Edward… Alice," she said quietly as if she was unsure.
"Yeah, we're here. So are Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett," Alice said.
Carrie appeared as if she was looking around, a look of worry and fear spreading across her face the same with her thoughts; tears began to leak out of her eyes. "What's wrong princess," Emmett asked, he can never handle a girl crying.
"I … I can't … I can't see," she said breaking down. It was so heartbreaking to hear her cry. I gathered her into my arms to bring her to my chest. I stopped moving her when she gasped in pain.
"What's wrong," I asked in worry.
"My back … movement is painful. I hurt all over and I don't remember why," she managed to say through her gasps of pain and confusion as Alice moved to dry her tears.
"Hush, hush, It's going to be okay, we're here," Alice said comfortingly. We managed to sit her up and I moved to sit behind her. I brought her to my chest and held her tightly until her tears dried up. The others moved so that they too were sitting on the bed.
We were still sitting in Carrie's room, trying to catch her up on some of the things that happened to distract her. Carrie was beginning to doze again in my arms again when Carlisle came into the room. "Well looks like someone is finally awake," he said coming to stand next to the bed.
"Hi Carlisle," Carrie said sleepily.
"Hello Carrie. How are you feeling," he asked as he began to check over her again and see how she responded to stimuli and the like.
"Well I'm tired and I feel like crap. My whole body hurts and I fell earlier when I tried to stand up," Carrie said her voice still as scratchy from disuse as before. "What exactly happened to me anyways?"
"You don't remember anything," Carlisle asked worried that she may have amnesia of some sort or degree.
"Sort of, I kind of have a feeling about what happened but it is really fuzzy," Carrie said. "Please, I want to know because their feels as if there is a piece missing," she said after there was silence in the room after what she said previously.
We looked at each other wondering if we should really tell her what happened. Sure she has gone through some bad things in the past but how can we explain that her blood family tortured her to the verge of death, burned her eyes so now that she is blind and to top it all off, she was raped then left for dead. All of this occurred outside during the worst blizzard in twenty years. How can we tell her and what will her reaction be?
With a deep sigh Carlisle began to tell Carrie what happened starting when he received a letter from Aro. My siblings and I would talk about the parts that happened with us. We moved to where Aro told us that he knew about her and that he knew what she was going through. We told her we went out searching for her and at her house we found bloody scraps of cloth frozen to a metal collar, her den abandoned then us splitting up to search for her.
When we mentioned the collar she brought her hand up and rubbed around her still bandaged neck. We informed her on how we found her chained, bloody and unconscious in a clearing. She was told on how she was hypothermic then how she had pneumonia and how she has been asleep until now. The entire time we watched her reaction to what we told her.
"So they beat me within an inch of my life, blinded me, rape me then left me for dead," she said. "I almost died because of the cold and blood loss, then pneumonia."
"Yeah, basically," Emmett said. Rosalie smacked him in the back of the head for that. Emmett gave her a questioning look but she just glared at him
"I guess I have a lot of work to do to get caught up in school huh," Carrie said with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood. "Edward I'm sorry about the necklace, it was torn off and tossed away. I don't know where it is." Of course that is the first thing she worries about. It was the very thing she fought to reach as she was on the verge of death in Alice's vision.
"It's okay Carrie, don't worry about it," I told her rubbing her hands trying to comfort her.
"Oh okay," she said softly, dropping her head to her chest.
It was quiet until Carrie said, "Hey, Jasper?"
"Yeah," Jasper replied curious about what she had to say to him.
"My bishop to your queen side castle," she said with a small laugh. We all let out a laugh at that. Figures that even despite the condition that she is in she tries to make light of the situation like she just did. I am even more convinced now that she uses it as a distraction from her pain.
"Dinner's ready," Esme said as she came into the room with the usual tray and bowl of broth. She sat the tray on Carrie's lap and I just swatted her hand away when she felt around for the spoon. I just picked it up, filled it with soup, cooled it off, told her to open up and popped it into her mouth. Along with the soup was some crackers since Carlisle wanted to get her started on more solid foods now that she was awake. After dinner Carrie settled herself against me and went to sleep. I sat there the whole night holding her, glad to have her back.
Carrie's/ Author POV
When Carlisle told me what had happened to me everything came back. I remembered the pain, the cold, the humiliation. I remember feeling weak and helpless, unable to defend or stand up for myself. I remembered every second of it and the feeling of being filthy after being raped. I remembered the horror, the fear I felt when I realized what it was they had planned for me. This was a whole new level of Evil I knew Thom was a bastard, but I am his blood daughter. How could he violate me in such a way? Howard while not my blood brother was my blood cousin we were family, in a sense. Beating and torturing me was one thing, but to rape me it was beyond disgusting.
At the moment I was the only one in the room, I think. Though I cannot be sure since I cannot see and they are all so very quiet, but I didn't feel another presence in the room and I didn't hear anything. It was Monday so the others were at school and Carlisle was at work. They spent the whole weekend with me, apparently they had missed me. A smile spread across my face as I thought about how sweet Edward had been. Despite me being even more disfigured, blind and defiled he still wants to be with me. The entire weekend he never once let go of me; I was always in his arms, sitting in his lap and I slept next to him at night.
Even though I still felt wanted and desired I felt incredibly dirty and tainted. I slowly got out of bed, thankful that the Cullen's had worked with me to get walking again, and headed to the bathroom, feeling my way along. The Cullen's told me that they had cleared out the area so that if I ever did get up, which they told me not to without anyone else with me, I wouldn't trip over anything, but I was cautious anyways. My progress was slow since I was still really weak and my body still recovering, but I needed to get this done.
Once in the bathroom I made my way over to the tub and felt around for the knobs to turn on the hot water. Every second I was in pain and moving was torture in itself. When the shower was going I stripped down, tore the bandages off and stepped in. The hot water was really too hot but I needed to get clean. I need to scrub the feeling of their touch away from my skin. After all this time I could still feel their touch, the way that their nails dug into my flesh as they grabbed hold on me, and it was sickening. Just thinking about it made me shiver uncontrollably and want to throw up.
I just let the hot water wash over my form before I felt around for the soap and scrubber. When I had those and I felt that I had a thick lather of soap I began to scrub myself furiously. I just felt so dirty but I felt like I wasn't getting any cleaner so I began to scrub harder. I was getting dizzy so I sat down in the tub and the water fell down on me like rain. I was scrubbing so hard that my wounds that were not yet healed were reopened. I could tell because I felt the sting of the water and soap coming in contact with them.
I heard a knocking on the bathroom, but I ignored it. I was still so dirty I had to get clean.
"Carrie, sweetie, Are you okay in there? I can smell your blood," I heard Esme call through the door. I could tell she was worried about me, but I did not want her to see me like this, so dirty.
"Go away! I need to get clean, I'm filthy," I yelled the edge of hysteria creeping in my voice. I could feel the thick steam rolling around me, wrapping around me like a suffocating blanket.
I didn't hear anything as I began to scrub harder. It was during my cleansing that I found out that my hair was gone, which is probably a good thing. One less thing for me to clean and I may have cut it off anyways.
I felt something cold come in contact with the hand that I was scrubbing with. "Carrie," I heard Esme whisper next to me. I tore my hand free and continued to scrub. "Carrie, stop this. You are only hurting yourself."
"I've got to get the dirt off," I said. I felt water get cooler then cold hands grab a hold of mine. I tried to pull free but I couldn't budge. Why was she stopping me? I needed to get clean I was so dirty, so filthy. How can she even stand to look at me let alone touch me? How can any of them look or touch me?
"Stop this Carrie. You are not dirty. The only ones who are dirty are the ones who did this to you," Esme said in a commanding voice that I have never heard her use before.
I dropped the scrubber and sat there with the water falling down on me. I slowly turned toward where her voice was coming from with a slack jaw and wide disbelieving eyes. I was shaking like a leaf and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes causing them to sting. I felt a pair of cool arms wrap around me and I lost it, I let the tears fall freely and just sobbed. Esme brought me close to her and rocked me back and forth, whispering reassurances as I came apart in her arms.
I wasn't sure how long I cried for but when I calmed down Esme pulled away and began to wash me again, but more gently than what I did. When she was done she turned off the water, draped a towel across my back and picked me out of the tub. After she gently dried me off and wrapped my body in another towel I guess she carried me into my room where she helped me dress. When I was dressed I felt something that felt like a blanket placed across my shoulders then tucked around my form.
I felt that I was again picked up and carried somewhere. It couldn't have been my bed for it was too far and it felt like she walked down some stairs. When it felt like Esme was sitting down I felt the she held me closer and started to rock me back and forth. I could hear a light humming from her and I couldn't stop the thought that she was treating me like a baby, but I was too tired to argue. This was the very first time someone acted as my mother and I let her, I needed and could use a mother now more than ever. I closed my unseeing eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Edward's POV
Today seems to be going better with the knowledge that Carrie is awake and appears will be mostly fine. My siblings and I are all in lighter spirits knowing that things are getting better. After school we are going to stop by the office to work something out for Carrie since she is blind, temporary or not, we're still not sure, so she can still graduate.
Apparently everyone knows what has happened to Carrie so everyone is wondering how she is doing. All my teachers have asked about her and I told them that she is awake but we're not sure when she is going to come back to school. Bella asked me if she could come over and see her some time; I told her that I would think about it and ask her if she wants any visitors.
After collecting the work Carrie needed for the day, even though we haven't caught her up yet, we piled into my Volvo and headed home. I was eager to get home to see how Carrie was doing. She may be awake and moving around but I still worry about her.
After pulling into the garage we all got out and headed into the living room as usual. We stopped when we saw Esme sitting in the rocking recliner with a large bundle in her arms. "Hi dears, how was your day," she asked us quietly as to not disturb the person in her lap.
"Fine Esme, but what happened? Why are you holding Carrie," Emmett asked looking over the bundled form of Carrie trying to decipher what was wrong.
"Oh she had a little breakdown earlier. She locked herself in the bathroom trying to cleanse her body. When I heard the water running I didn't think anything about it at first, until I smelled the blood." Esme paused unsure how much she should divulge and how to do it.
"I went up to check on her and she told me to go away. I entered the bathroom anyways and found her sitting in the tub with the water coming down on her, vigorously scrubbing her skin. Some of her cuts that have yet to finish healing began to bleed again, which explains the blood." The conversation between Carrie and Esme flashed through her mind and I flinched. Of course she would feel dirty after that it is a normal feeling for those who went through similar ordeals. I will never forgive myself for not being there to save her from this. I felt bad enough that I wasn't there for her in her time of need already; both in the past and the more recent.
"I turned the water down because she had it so hot I was afraid that she was going to burn herself. I finally managed to get her to stop and she broke down crying. I cleaned her up the best I can, dressed her, and I've just been sitting her holding her as she fell asleep," Esme explain to us as she looked down at Carrie while continuing her rocking.
We all looked down at Carrie as she slumbered against Esme, feeling guilt and pain for we were unable to help her while she is still suffering. I guess that everything that has happened has finally caught up with her. She must have not been able to handle it and snapped. I'm only slightly surprised that she managed to last this long.
"Here give her to me," Rosalie said as she held out her arms. "You can go get cleaned up. I can tell you got a little wet and soapy helping her." I figured that Rosalie would want to help her since she has been in roughly the same predicament as her when she first joined our family.
Esme stood up and handed Carrie to Rose before she turned and left to her room. Rosalie sat in the middle of the sofa. I sat on her left, Emmett on her right. Alice sat on the floor by her feet and Jasper was standing behind her and the sofa looking over her shoulder. We were all looking at Carrie in concern and worry. Even now we can smell the pain that was coming from her form. I could feel Jasper using his gift in trying to make her feel more comfortable.
Carrie began to stir so Rosalie sat her up a little straighter. Carrie rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and blinked as if testing if she could see. She turned her head in each of our directions. "Okay, who is all here? Just because I can't see you doesn't mean that you're not there," she said. It surprises me that even without her sight she can tell if someone is near her.
"We're all here Carrie," Rosalie said softly. The rest of us said our own greetings the same way so that she won't be startled.
"How are you doing princess," Emmett asked his voice soft.
"Fine I guess. Things don't seem as dark. I guess that that is a good sign," Carrie said. "Since I've been asleep for a month, how was Christmas? Did you guys like your presents?" she asked trying to turn the conversation to somewhere a bit more pleasant.
"We didn't open our presents yet," I said careful to keep my raging emotions out of my voice. I didn't want to scare or worry her.
"And why not," Carrie asked as she rubbed her eyes a bit more but her hands soon began to trace her scars on her face. My heart clenched slightly as I watched her do this.
"We were waiting for you silly," Alice said with a smile on her face. I could tell she was trying so hard to sound happy for Carrie and to make her a bit happier.
"Well if I had known that I would have woken up sooner. Now I feel bad that you had to wait. The tree is probably dead and thrown out," Carrie said sadly.
"No it isn't," I said as I looked at the tree wishing that she could see it. Her gasp made us turn toward her. She was sitting straight up in Rosalie's lap and her eyes were wide.
"What is it." I asked concerned at her sudden gasp. Was she in pain?
"I … I saw the tree. It was just a quick blurry flash but I saw it ," she said, her tone still surprised as she blinked furiously and squinted straight ahead, not where the tree was. It was then that I felt a small connection between us, between our minds and I realized what must of happened. I must have some how shown her what I saw, but how is that possible. Then again how is it possible that I was able to show the others what she was dreaming that one time.
"I think I might now what happened, I showed it to her," I said calmly. Again I concentrated on the connection that I felt between us and struggled to make it stronger, it felt as though something was fighting me. Again when I concentrated on the image and the connection she gasped again as she slightly tilted her head to the side in confusion as she brought one hand to lightly grip her head.
"A little more warning next time Eddie. You kind of surprised me because for a moment there I thought that I could see," Carrie said with a small pout after we all figured out that I did indeed send her the image.
"Sorry," said as I showed her the tree once more but a little more slowly.
"Wow, the tree is still alive. I figured that it would be dead by now," Carrie said in surprise. It was true, we have been taking care of the tree very carefully because we didn't want to throw it out and decorate a new one for it wouldn't be the same. It wouldn't be as special.
All the presents were placed back under the tree, practically flooding that area of the living room, and now that Carrie is awake it just seems so much happier. I was thinking of maybe opening them this weekend or next so that we can all enjoy it. Carrie asks for Rosalie to let her up so she stands up and places Carrie on her feet. After gaining her balance Carrie slowly takes off the blanket just to flip it over, it was wet on the inside, and put it back on. She is only wearing a t-shirt and shorts so she's probably a little chilled.
"Why don't you go change Carrie? You just got over one cold, we don't need you getting another chill," Emmett said, going into his over protective big brother mode. Alice got up, placed a hand in Carrie's lower back to help guide her to the stairs and to her room. I watched as Carrie had to stop every couple of steps to regain her breath and take a break to stop the shaking of her legs. About halfway up Alice just gently picked her up and carried her to the top of the stairs where they slowly continued their journey to her room.
"Is she going to be okay Rosalie," I asked knowing that if anyone could answer me it would be her.
A pained look spread across her face. She is thinking of how she was when she was raped and left for dead. "She'll be fine though she will always carry the scars whether they be physical or other wise. As Carlisle said, she is a stubborn one. Once she moves past this she'll start being her old self again," Rosalie said looking toward Carrie's room. Because of the abuse Carrie had lived with all her life and remaining strong was what started their bonding, but now that Carrie had went through something so much more similar to her, Rose was feeling a bit more kinship with Carrie. She knows all too well what Carrie is probably feeling, thinking and going through and finds her actions to be understandable.
Emmett came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, comforting her. Jasper left and went up to the stairs, probably to his room. I myself went to my piano and began to work on the song for Carrie.
I was writing down my idea for how the melody should go when I felt a pair of arms drape around my shoulders; they were slightly shaking and trembling. I took a deep breath and smelled the scent of Carrie. Currently she smelled like an old forest during a rainstorm; a clue that she was still hurting and in slight turmoil over something. I brought my hands up and grasped hers and placed small kisses on her palms.
I felt Carrie lean closer to me and placed her head against mine, her arms coming around me more. I just held onto her arms before I reached around behind me to bring her into my lap. She was sitting in my lap much the same way as she did that one night camping and again during our date. Facing me, her legs were around me, hanging off the back of the bench. Our arms were wrapped tightly around each other and her head was against my shoulder.
I noticed that she was once again wearing the set of sweats that were mine along with the blanket from before and some house socks on her feet. I didn't mind her wearing my clothes, I liked it in fact. But I just sat there comforting her, letting her know that I was there for her.
"Are you going to be alright," I asked her softly as I rubbed her back through the blanket.
She inhaled deeply, taking in my scent. With her I don't have to worry about her being drawn to me because of my charms for they have no affect on her. She loves me for me, nothing else. That also makes her a bit more special because I have never come across anyone who has been able to resist the charms of a vampire.
"I will be," she said answering my previous question. "Once I overcome the pain or learn to ignore it, I'll be closer to my old self. Besides I have you and everyone else here to help me. I'm not alone this time." She said closing her eyes as she tucked herself closer to me with her head under my chin.
"No you're not alone nor will you ever be alone again," I told her after I pulled away to place a small kiss on her lips, then holding her close to me again.
After holding her for a while I asked her, "Do you want to pick up where we left off with your lessons?" She said that she needed a distraction from the pain and I could provide one.
She pulled back and had a thoughtful look on her face. "Sure why not. I can be like Ray Charles and Ronnie Millsap, blind and play the piano," she said with a small smile on her face. I picked her up and set her on her feet. I get up and move the bench so that it was perpendicular to the piano. I gently grasped Carrie by her shoulders and led her to sit on the seat. I took a seat behind her and started a review of what I taught her before.
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