After almost 10 years, I decided to come back to this story. I am going to leave the original up, but also post the revised chapters and continuing story. Here is the new and improved Chapter 1. I hope you all like it.

It starts at the same place as the original chapter - when Carlisle is stitching up Bella's arm in New Moon.

Tonight was an absolute disaster. How could one little paper cut completely derail my 18th birthday party so horrifically? Edward was in a rage, of course, but I mostly felt sorry for Jasper.

Carlisle was the only source of relief tonight, but, as always, I couldn't let myself get too close. The way his fingers were gliding over my skin as he stitched me up made me nervous. What was this feeling? Even just his scent of linen and leather consumed me. There was something in the way his hands felt on me, how our bodies seemed to react to one another. It was like we had this harmonic connection that no one else could ever understand.

"But don't worry about anything, Bells. What's meant to be, will be." He nudged my chin up and his hand lingered for just a second too long. I looked into his eyes and saw it. I saw the same hidden desire that I always tried to suppress. Very, very slowly, almost torturously, he began to lean in.

My breath hitched. Was this happening? That feeling, the magnetic pull I always felt towards him, was infinitely amplified as his hand caressed down my neck.

I could feel his breath on my lips now. "Carlisle…", I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell him what I was feeling.

"Don't fight it, Bella," he whispered as he closed the gap between us. In that moment, I was gone. That's all it took. The feeling I'd always had whenever I was near him or thought about him, the way just a glance from him made my heart race, everything made sense. In that one kiss, the old Bella was lost. Burned down by the spellbinding kiss. That one kiss sealed my fate forever.

My hands found their way to his gorgeous hair and tangled into the blonde locks. We had completely melted into each other, body and soul. I felt a yearning for him that I had never imagined possible.

Suddenly, Carlisle was a foot away and finishing up the stitches on my arm.

I was dismayed. Why would he end that? It was more than magical. Why would he break a kiss like that? I almost thought I imagined it. "Wha-?" I tried to ask.

'Edward' he mouthed, just as Edward walked through the doors to the study.

Seeing his face, I was pulled out of my passionate reverie and into the world of reason. Edward. What about Edward? I just made out with his father figure. What was I doing? I loved Edward. I did. I do. But I have never once felt this irresistible pull, this need, for him.

"Ready to go, Bella?" he asked in an emotionless tone, not making eye contact. Had he read in Carlisle's mind what happened? Oh God, what about Esme?

I tensed up and felt my throat closing. I couldn't even get a response out. Carlisle came to the rescue while running his thumb across my wrist in a comforting motion. "I think it would be best if I brought her home, son. There is still a lot of blood on her." He winked at me discreetly.

"Fine. Goodnight Bella." Edward hissed, not even looking at me as he made his way out of the room. I was in shock. If he did not know what just happened here, what was his problem?

Carlisle chuckled at the underlying stress on my face. "Don't worry about it right now. Ready to leave?"

We walked silently back into the living area. The mess that was made by the incident had been cleaned and my gifts were neatly stacked by the garage door. I wondered where everyone had gone. Had they all heard our tryst and run out in disgust?

"Most everyone took Jasper on a hunt or I'm sure they'd wish you a happy birthday before you left," Carlisle reassured me as he carried my things to his car.

We were silent as we pulled away from the house. It wasn't until then that I realized I had never spent this much time alone with Carlisle. That I had actually never spent any time alone with him. Was this because he also felt it? I knew he felt some type of desire, but could he feel this undeniable hunger? He couldn't possibly. If he had then he would have told me. Right? Ever since the first moment I saw him after Edward saved me from Tyler's car, I wanted him. Again, Edward. What was I doing? Edward loved me. Esme loved Carlisle. This was all too much. What had we done?

I started to hyperventilate.

Carlisle took hold of my hand and began rubbing soothing circles on it. My body instantly relaxed. The feeling of his skin satiated the thirst I had for him, but I could still feel the hunger growing. "I know you're probably going crazy right now, Bella, but I promise it is okay. We're going to figure this whole thing out." I couldn't bring myself to say anything the whole ride home. What could I say? 'I'm sorry, but I'm with Edward.' Even though the only thing I could even fathom wanting was to feel his kiss again.

We pulled up in front of my house and could see Charlie watching a game through the window. "Let's go for a walk?" Carlise suggested. I nodded as we got out of the car. He took my hand again, leading me down the path into the woods. We stopped when the house was out of sight.

My eyes adjusted as I took Carlisle's expression in. He looked equally as stressed as I was, but for the first time, I allowed myself to really look at Carlisle. I was always on guard around him - never letting my gaze linger for too long. He was undeniably handsome - that was a given. His blonde curls complimenting his golden eyes perfectly. The strong features of his face teased at something else though. Something I had always seen, but never let myself admit. Carlisle was sexy.

Staring at each other in silence, I pulled his hand to my face and felt his skin against my cheek. Yes, he was cold, as all vampires were, but the temperature was an easy price to pay for the overwhelming feeling of contentment his touch brought. For some reason, I did not regret what we'd done. I was worried about Edward and Esme, but more than anything, I just felt nervous. Nervous it would never happen again. That this whole thing was a mistake and he was about to tell me how wrong it was. "Carlisle," I managed to whisper, "what happened back there?"

He took hold of both my hands and pulled them onto his face, closing his eyes. We stood like that for what felt like hours. Just existing with one another, yet afraid of getting too close. With a long sigh, he let my hands go and looked at me with longing.

"Do you think it was a mistake?" I could see the pain in his eyes as he asked this.

"No!" I almost yelled at him, then steadied myself. "Of course not. I don't know what this is, but it feels… it feels…"

"It feels right." he finished for me and I nodded. He pulled me close into his chest. His breath cascading down my neck. Everything about him was intoxicating. All I wanted was to lose myself in him.

I couldn't yet though, not until I knew what was happening. How this was happening. "What about Edward and Esme?" I was barely able to say their names without feeling a mountain of guilt.

"Well," Carlisle began, "Esme and I were only together out of convenience. She's been my best friend and confidant for many years, but she has never been a lover." My heart skipped a beat. "I've even told her about - well - about you."

"What? You mean, before tonight?" Did this mean he felt it too?

He pulled my hands back up to his face and gently kissed each of my knuckles. "Yes. From the moment we made eye contact. Do you remember? We were at the hospital after the accident and I swear, when we looked at each other, there was a… an attraction. But more so, ever since then, there has been this thing between us. This… this…"

"Magnetic pull?" It was my turn to finish his thought. "I felt it too. I still do. I just thought that you would have - I don't know - that you would have said something about it. Done something about it." I looked up into his eyes and was lost in a sea of passion.

"What could I have said?" He spoke softly as he brought his lips towards mine. "You were already enamored with Edward." I almost thought I heard a hint of malice when he spoke Edward's name.

"That hadn't even begun yet. Besides, whatever I felt towards him is entirely inconsequential compared to how I felt for you. How I feel for you right now."

I closed the gap between us this time. Our first kiss had demolished any pretense that we did not want each other. It had burned down everything I thought I knew about him. Even about myself. This kiss, this miraculous second kiss, did something else. This kiss ignited the spark from the ashes of the old me. The part of me that always knew, but could not dare to dream that he felt the same way. This kiss sent a wildfire of all-consuming devotion burning through my very soul.

After much too short of a moment, he pulled away so I could breathe, and began kissing down my neck. "Carlisle…" his name was like poetry. There was still more to say, but I wanted so badly to just let him kiss me. To let him continue kissing down my neck, my chest, my body. No. We couldn't do this. Not yet. "Carlisle, not… not yet."

Instantly, he pulled his lips off of me. "You're worried about Edward?"

"Yes."

"Do you love him?" His tone was steady, but his eyes looked afraid.

"I - I don't know. I think -," but I didn't know what to say. Did I love Edward? I loved what Edward had done for me. I loved the world, and family, he had introduced me to. I enjoyed his company. But did I love him? Did I love the way he treated me like an object? A special prize that he could keep on a shelf, but never play with. Even at the best of times with Edward, I never once felt this. I never once felt the desire that I felt for Carlisle. It was more than desire. I could feel my soul longing, yearning, for his. "No," I finally said, "I don't love him. At least, not like that."

"Good." That was enough for Carlisle. I was hit with a barrage of passionate kisses, and before I knew it he backed me against a tree.

"No," I managed to get out. I pushed his chest and he graciously backed up slightly, though we both knew that if he wanted to, he could devour me right here and I wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. "I am not in love with Edward, but this still isn't right."

He sighed, "I know. I'm sorry for being so forward. I just cannot help myself. I have wanted you for so long, Bella. And - finding out you want me, too - it's too much. I cannot endure another moment without you. Isabella, you're so beautiful. Not just your appearance, but your soul. Can you not feel that? The force of our souls mel-" I crashed my lips into his.

"Yes," I whispered in between kisses, "I feel it, too." And then it happened. I lost myself in him and he lost himself in me. Our bodies were already intertwined, but it was in this moment that our souls converged. Nothing else mattered. Nobody else mattered. It was just me and him lost in each other. I knew that from now on, no matter what happened, I would be by his side. "Carlisle..." I moaned.

I don't know how long we stayed there. Pressed against a tree in the dark, hungrily consuming each other. I wanted him. I wanted to be with him fully. However, I didn't want my first complete experience with Carlisle to be tainted with guilt.

When we eventually pulled away from our embrace, I felt confident in what we needed to do. Though, it wouldn't make it any easier. "We need to talk to him. Tonight."

"Of course," but he was already kissing my neck again, "I don't know how he'll take it."

"Couldn't he read your mind? Not just back at the house, but any time you thought about me?" Of course, I did not want Edward to find out about us that way, but part of me wished it was that easy.

Carlisle laughed and shook his head, "After almost a century I have learned to keep my secrets from him. He does suspect something though. I never had a reason to block him out of my head until I saw you." He moved in for one more deep kiss, then slowly pulled himself off of me. "Let's get this over with. I do not want to waste another second pretending that I'm not wholly infatuated with you."

We walked back to my house in silence, Carlisle never letting go of my hand.

"I'll meet you upstairs and then we can go," he whispered, kissing me on the cheek before disappearing into the night.

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