*by Stephenie Meyer*



NEW MOON - chapter 2 - STITCHES


“You know my father was a clergyman,” he mused as he cleaned the টেবিল carefully, rubbing everything down with we gauze, and then doing it again. The smell of the alcohol burned my nose. “He had a rather harsh view of the world, which I was already beginning to প্রশ্ন before the time that I changed.” Carlisle put all the dirty gauze and the glass slivers into an empty crystal bowl. I didn’t understand what he was doing, even when he lit the match. Then he threw it onto the alcohol-soaked fibers, and the sudden blaze made me jump.
“Sorry,” he apologized. “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 অথবা the other. Not even the reflection in the mirror.”
I pretended to examine the dressing on my arm to hide my surprise at the direction our conversation had taken. Religion was the last thing I expected, all things considered. My own life was fairly devoid of belief. Charlie considered himself Lutheran, but that’s what his parents had been, but Sundays he worshipped দ্বারা the river with a fishing pole in his hand. Renee tried out a church now and then, but, much like her brief affairs with tennis, pottery, yoga, and French classes, she moved on দ্বারা the time I was aware of her newest fad.
“I’m sure all this sounds a little bizarre, coming from a vampire.” He grinned, knowing how their casual use of that word never failed to shock me. “But I’m hoping that there is still a point to this life, even for us. It’s a long shot, I’ll admit,” he continued I an offhand voice. “By all accounts, we’re damned regardless. But I hope, maybe foolishly, that we’ll get some measure of credit for trying.”
“I don’t think that’s foolish,” I mumbled. I couldn’t imagine anyone, deity included, who wouldn’t be impressed দ্বারা Carlisle. Beside, the only kind of heaven I could appreciate would have to include Edward. “And I don’t think anyone else would, either.”
“Actually, you’re the very first one to agree with me.”
“The rest of them don’t feel the same?” I asked, surprised, thinking of only one person in particular.
Carlisle guessed the direction of my thoughts again. “Edward’s with me up to a point. God and heaven exist… and so does hell. But he doesn’t believe there is an afterlife for our kind.” Carlisle’s voice was very soft; he stared out the big window over the sink, into the darkness. “You see, he thinks we’ve হারিয়ে গেছে our souls.”
I immediately thought of Edward’s words this afternoon: unless আপনি want to die - অথবা whatever is it that we do. The light bulb flicked on over my head.
“That’s the real problem, isn’t it?” I guessed. “That’s why he’s being so difficult about me.”
Carlisle spoke slowly. “I look at my… son. His strength, his goodness, the brightness that shines out of him - and it only fuels that hope, that faith, আরো than ever. How could there not be আরো for one such as Edward?”
I nodded in fervent agreement.
“But if I believed as he does…” He looked down at me with unfathomable eyes. “If আপনি believed as he did. Could আপনি take away his soul?”
The way he phrased the প্রশ্ন thwarted my answer. If he’d asked me whether I would risk my soul for Edward, the reply would be obvious. But would I risk Edward’s soul? I pursed my lips unhappily. That wasn’t a fair exchange.
“You see the problem.”
I shook my head, aware of the stubborn set of my chin.
Carlisle sighed.
“It’s my choice,” I insisted.
“It’s his, too.” he held up his hand when he could see that I was about to argue. “Whether he is responsible for doing that to you.”
“He’s not the only one able to do it.” I eyes Carlisle speculatively.
He laughed, abruptly lightening the mood. “Oh, no! You’re going to have to work this out with him.” but then he sighed. “That’s the one part I can never be sure of. I think, in most other ways, that I’ve done the best I could with what I had to work with. But was it right to doom the others to this life? I can’t decide.”
I didn’t answer I imagined what my life would be like if Carlisle had resisted the temptation to change his lonely existence… and shuddered.
“It was Edward’s mother who made up my mind.” Carlisle’s voice was almost a whisper. He stared unseeingly out the black windows.
“His mother?” whenever I’d asked Edward about his parents, he would merely say that they had died long ago, and his memories were vague. I realized Carlisle’s memory of them, despite the brevity of their contact, would be perfectly clear.
“Yes. Her name was Elisabeth. Elisabeth Masen. His father, Edward Senior, never regained consciousness in the hospital. He died in the first wave of the influenza. But Elisabeth was alert until almost the very end. Edward looks a great deal like her - she had the same strange bronze shade to her hair, and her eyes were exactly the same color green.”
“His eyes were green?” I murmured, trying to picture it.
“Yes…” Carlisle’s ocher eyes were a hundred years away now. “Elisabeth worried obsessively over her son. She hurt her own chances of survival trying to nurse him from her sickbed. I expected that he would go first, he was so much worse off than she was. When the end came for her, it was very quick. It was just after sunset, and I’d arrived to relieve the doctors who’d been working all day. That was a hard time to pretend - there was so much work to be done, and I had no need of rest. How I hated to go back to my house, to hide in the dark and pretend to sleep while so many were dying.
“I went to check Elisabeth and her son first. I’d grown attached - always a dangerous thing to do considering the fragile nature of humans. I could see at once that she’d taken a bad turn. The fever was raging out of control, and her body was too weak to fight anymore.
“She didn’t look weak, though, when she glared up at me from her cot.
“Save him!” she commanded me in the hoarse voice that was all her throat could manage.
“’I’ll do everything in my power’ I promised her, taking her hand. The fever was so high, she probably couldn’t even tell how unnaturally cold mine felt. Everything felt cold to her skin.
“’You must,’ she insisted, clutching at my hand with enough strength that I wondered if she wouldn’t pull through the crisis after all. Her eyes were hard, like stones, like emeralds. ‘You must do everything in your power. What others cannot do, that is what আপনি must do for my Edward.’
“It frightened me. She looked at me with those piercing eyes, and, for one instant, I felt certain that she knew my secret. Then the fever overwhelmed her, and she never regained consciousness. She died within an ঘন্টা of making her demand.
“I’d spent decades considering the idea of creating a companion for myself. Juts one other creature who could really know me, rather than what I pretended to be. But I could never justify it to myself - doing what had been done to me.
“There Edward, lay, dying. It was clear that he had only hours left. Beside him, his mother, her face somehow not yet peaceful, not even in death.”
Carlisle saw it all again, his memory unblurred দ্বারা the intervening century. I could see it clearly, too, as he spoke - the despair of the hospital, the overwhelming atmosphere of death. Edward burning with fever, his life slipping away with each tick of the clock… I shuddered again, and forced the picture from my mind.
“Elisabeth’s words echoed in my head. How could she guess what I could do? Could anyone really want that for her son?
“I looked at Edward. Sick as he was, he was still beautiful. There was something pure and good about his face. The kind of face I would have wanted my son to have.
“After all those years of indecision, I simply acted on a whim. I wheeled his mother to the morgue first, and then I came back for him. No one noticed that he was still breathing. There weren’t enough hands, enough eyes, to keep track of half of what the patients needed. The morgue was empty - of the living at least. I গাউন him out the back door, and carried him across the rooftops back to my home.
“I wasn’t sure what had to be done. I settled for recreating the wounds I’d received myself, so many centuries earlier in London. I felt bad about that later. It was আরো painful and lingering than necessary.
“I wasn’t sorry, though. I’ve never been sorry that I saved Edward.” He shook his head, coming back to the present. He smiled at me. “I suppose I should take আপনি প্রথমপাতা now.”
“I’ll do that,” Edward said. He came through the shadowy living room, walking slowly for him. His face was smooth, unreadable, but there was something wrong with his eyes - something he was trying very hard to hide. I felt a spasm of unease in my stomach.
“Carlisle can take me,” I said. I looked down at my shirt; the light blue cotton was soaked and spotted with my blood. My right shoulder was covered in thick পরাকাষ্ঠা frosting.
“I’m fine.” Edward’s voice was unemotional. “You’ll need to change anyway. You’d give Charlie a হৃদয় attack the way আপনি look. I’ll have Alice get আপনি something.” He strode out the রান্নাঘর door again.
I looked at Carlisle anxiously. “He’s very upset.”
“Yes,” Carlisle agreed. “Tonight is exactly the kind of thing that he fears the most. আপনি being put in danger, because of what we are.”
“It’s not his fault.”
“It’s not yours, either.”
I looked away from his wise, beautiful eyes. I couldn’t agree with that.