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Chapter 7

New Capabilities

"You'll have to take that up with Carlisle, Charlie." We just don't turn perfectly healthy people." Jasper was losing his calming control as Charlie's emotions seemed to switch gears to determination.

"Fine, then. I will." And Charlie turned and began walking up the stairs to Carlisle's study. Everything that stood to be lost ran through his mind like a dance. Monday night football with his friend, like a brother, Billy Black. His home and his career. He wasn't sure how he would survive if he did this. He thought of poor Jacob Black and his love for Bella and how badly he would be crushed at her disappearance, or would the Cullen's stage a death? The EMT's had practically called her time of death by the time that he had arrived. He thought of Renee and how she would cope with the loss of Bella. He didn't think it would matter much to her that she would lose Charlie, but Bella would just kill her. He thought of the only town that he had ever lived in and the familiar sights that were so comfortable. He would have to say goodbye to them forever, but none of this seemed anywhere near as important as his little girl. Nothing compared to the one person in his life that he loved the most. It wasn't as if he had a wife waiting for him at home, or even a girlfriend. He had his mind made up. He wouldn't take no for an answer.

Carlisle looked down upon the crushed and mangled figure of his eternal love. Filling a bowl of water and grabbing a surgical sponge, he began to lovingly wipe the blood from her slack, unconscious face. He ripped her blouse and jeans from her body and sobbed, tearlessly over the crushed, right side of her body, the suture's from the thoracotomy. Reaching inside of her body and draining the blood from her right lung, had been excruciating. He could only imagine the horror and pain that Bella had experienced as her truck wrapped itself around the back of the logging truck. Wiping the last of the blood from her bruised and broken body, he went to Alice's closet and found a dress to cover Bella's exposed body with. Just then, he noticed that her hair still had crusted blood in it. Filling the basin once again, Carlisle retrieved her own favorite shampoo and conditioner from Alice's shower, where Bella had showered, in preparation of coming to him the night before. He moaned at the smell, sadness bleeding from his soul, but unable to cry his release at this turn of events. Wetting her hair, he let the bloody water fall to the floor, without care as he gently massaged shampoo into her hair, washing away the blood. Rinsing it in much the same fashion, he massaged conditioner into her chestnut locks and then rinsed her hair clean, brushing it lovingly with his own brush. He brushed and brushed until it was dry and laying about her pale, dead looking face. He had the most morbid feeling that he was dressing her for her funeral, but continually listened to her heart, still fighting, reminding himself that she was still with him and if all went as planned, would be for eternity. By the time that a resolved Charlie reached the top of the stairs, Carlisle had already dressed Bella and Charlie found her in a much better looking state. Charlie stood back and played the spectator for a moment, watching the emotion in Carlisle's eyes as he gently touched her face and laid his head on her chest. The relief in his eyes at the fact that her heart was still fighting, pumping the venom through, touched Charlie.

Every now and then her eyes screwed up and she let out moan, but for the most part, she lay still on the table. Charlie felt haunted for a moment, as he realized that he could be looking at her laid out body in a mortuary. Instead, she would awaken. Changed, but still underneath it all, his Bella. There was only one thing for him to do. Convince Carlisle to change him too. He had already resolved to himself that he would never lay eyes again, upon the things that bound him to Forks. All that was in him was bound to the bruised and crushed figure lying on Carlisle's exam table at this moment.

"Carlisle, I know what you are and what you've done." Charlie looked him evenly in the eyes. Carlisle did not flinch. "I know that you're changing her into one of you and I want you to know that I understand and I am eternally grateful to you for it. I'm pretty sure that she won't be the same when she wakes up, but at least Bella is still in existence."

"I couldn't let her die. I'm sorry for the pain it must cost you, Charlie, but I can't go on a day without her." Carlisle's face was grave, but there was hope behind his eyes as he gazed at Bella's still figure. "I love her, Charlie, so much more than I love my own existence. I just couldn't let her go. If she would have died today and Alice had not seen it in time for me to get to her, I would not be here at this moment. I would have made sure of it. One cannot bare such pain, not for an eternity to living day and night without the other half of your soul."

"I'm glad that you did what you did, because I can't live without her either."

"You're glad?" Carlisle was perplexed.

"Of course I'm glad. She's too precious to die, Carlisle. She's my little girl and I shudder at the idea of seeing her dressed like this in a casket at a mortuary. I'm thankful that you were there to do what you did. I'm thankful that you are what you are. I'm grateful for the fact that you love her so. Everything makes sense now, but I'd like to ask you a favor, as she will have to go to Denali for some time."

"Sure, Charlie. What can I do for you? I will pay for you to come up to Denali anytime that you need to, to see her. After she has passed the time of danger to you, I'll even buy you a nice home nearby, if that is what you wish."

Charlie shook his head. "I don't want any of those things. I don't want Bella going through this all by herself, so I'm asking, I'm begging you to change me too. I don't want to live a day without my little girl, either, so I want you change me too." Charlie's face was resolved. You must understand what I'm feeling, Carlisle.

Carlisle shook his head. You just don't understand this process, Charlie. I've never changed anyone who wasn't dying already. You are physically the picture of health. Maybe a bit hard on the red meat, but your body is in peak condition. I just can't end your human life because I did what I did for Bella to save her life. I just can't do it if someone isn't already dying. The first oath of a Physician is 'Do no harm.' I can't violate the oath that I took."

"Perhaps you don't understand, Carlisle, I was dying, of a broken heart when I got the call that Bella was dying. Such a thing has to be possible, because I felt myself dying inside. Maybe I would have gone on breathing with a heartbeat, but I would have been as dead as a board on the inside, every day for the rest of my life. She's all that I have, Carlisle. She's the best thing that I've done in my life." Tears rolled down Charlie's cheeks and he propped himself up against the doorway, resting his face on his arm.

"You don't understand, Charlie. Each member of my family was changed near the brink of death. Alice was in an asylum because of her premonitions when a tracker named James was determined to drink her dry. I didn't do that, but an old vampire who worked in the asylum, to protect her from James. Emmet was mauled by a bear and was dying. Rosalie carried him over the Appalachian's to me and I changed him, just before he died. Edward was dying of the Spanish Influenza, his family already victim to it and gone, Rosalie was brutally raped and beaten, dying in the streets and Jasper was already changed and met Alice in a diner and adapted to our ways, due to the fact that Alice is his mate. Emmet is Rosalie's mate. Edward and Esme have no mate, but Bella is my mate. I can't just change you."

"Okay, I understand Carlisle. I really do. I understand that you can't change me, though it infuriates and hurts me to no end, I understand. So you're just going to take my daughter off to Alaska and keep her there away from me. I understand, Carlisle! This is how it is, because you say so!" Charlie pretended to storm out of the room, but stopped in the hallway and drew his pistol, smiling to himself, pointed it at his leg and fired a bullet into his upper thigh. He dropped like a stone, the shock immediately kicking in. He remembered looking up at the deeply stained paneling of the ceiling in this wide open home and the black creeping in at the edges of his vision. In the distance it sounded as if a car were pulling into the driveway. Something in him seemed to call out to something outside, but it came closer with every second. He had no idea what it was, but he wanted it nearer to him.

Carlisle rushed out. "Oh, no. Oh, God,Charlie." Charlie gushed blood from his femoral artery just as Bella had. Carlisle heard Esme, Rosalie, and Emmet approaching the door. "Help me, Esme! I need help up hear!" He fished around for the gushing end of Carlisle's femoral artery, but it had pulled up inside of his leg. Carlisle cursed and tried everything that he knew to retrieve the artery.

"What in God's name is going on here?" Rosalie wailed as she put her hand over her nose and ran outside with Emmet. Esme climbed the stairs, holding her breath and saw the scene before her. She asked no questions, just assisted Carlisle as he tried to stop Charlie's bleeding. Shaking his head, he couldn't get in under control. The artery kept slipping up into his thigh, no matter what experience that Carlisle had in medicine, no matter what he tried, some things were just outside of a doctor's reach. Carlisle tied a tourniquet tight onto Charlie's upper thigh as Esme put pressure on the wound and began biting Charlie. She had never bitten anyone before, but for some reason, she couldn't help herself. She did not drink from him, but great pools of venom gathered in her mouth. Her mind was dead set on saving this man's life. The effect had her boggled, but she kept biting, until she couldn't bite anymore. She straightened up and looked into his face. This was Charlie Swan. She had never realized how handsome that Charlie was before.

"He tricked me!" Carlisle yelled, extremely emotional. "He wouldn't leave without Bella. He shot himself in the leg, just so that he would be changed, too."

Esme stared down into Charlie's pale face and he smiled up at her. "Are you an angel?" Was the last thing that he said before he succumbed to his injuries. Esme felt an electric jolt in her chest as she touched his face. "Oh, dear God!" Carlisle looked at her, realizing what had just happened, shaking his head at the craziness, but smiling at the fact that his best friend had just happened to find her mate, the father to his own mate. Esme held onto his hand and placed it on her chest, transfixed on his face.

Carlisle began doing bouts of CPR on Charlie to keep his heart going long enough for the venom to spread. If the venom could only reach his artery, the wound would take care of itself. Carlisle kept on, until Esme pushed him aside. He's mine. I'll take it from here. She didn't wait for an answer, just swatted Carlisle's hands aside and tirelessly, yet carefully manually pumped Charlie's chest for him. "Oh, no you don't." She spoke to his unconscious form. "I've just found you. "You're not going anywhere, Swan." Though she pumped constantly, Esme had a look of pure, bright, love on her face as she pushed and pushed, finally seeing the bleeding stop at his femoral artery. She put her ear to his chest, suddenly panicked, but smiled brightly when she heard his heart pumping strongly. "Come back to me, my love. I am here waiting for you."

Rosalie came into the room, hand still over her face. "I just heard from Jenks. There will be a helicopter here in fifteen minutes. What the hell happened here?" She asked, staring at the carnage before her.

"Later, Rose, Carlisle cried out, while mopping up any traces of blood. It was a lot of blood to take even for Carlisle. Finally, Charlie and Bella were stable and they loaded them into the helicopter, forever deserting their home in Forks, knowing that they had broken the treaty. It was on to Denali and anywhere else but Forks.

The helicopter ride to the plane was deathly quiet as Carlisle held Bella to him and Esme, lovingly held Charlie's hand, stroking his cheek every now and then. Finally they landed on the tarmac and the two patients were loaded onto the Lear Jet on stretchers as the pilots were each paid a year's salary to keep their mouths shut. Obviously this was a powerful family and each chose to take the money and keep their lives.

Carlisle looked around, once Bella and Charlie were laid on the bed in the back of the plane. "Where is Edward?"

"He wouldn't come. I believe that his exact words were, let Carlisle take care of his own damn mate." Esme reluctantly explained. A deep rumble issued forth from Carlisle's chest.

"If he so much as looks at her wrong, then he can go beg the Denali clan for quarters and put up with the Denali sisters for the rest of eternity. He will not disrespect Bella in any way."

Esme flinched, but knew better than to challenge Carlisle. She also understood and agreed with him. Edward needed to get his act together, or there would be no room for him in the family.

Bella could hear Charlie arguing with Carlisle in Carlisle's office and wanted to scream for him to stop, but she couldn't form words at the horrible feeling of a raging fire burning through her body. Tears fell from under her closed eyelids and then she heard the shot. The agony that she felt, was unlike anything that she had experience in her life. It seemed like an eternity before Carlisle announced that Charlie was stabilized enough to be transported. Oh, Charlie. She thought to herself and loved her Father in a new way for what he had done for her. What life he had given up for the life of an immortal. It was so unlike Charlie, that it stunned her, yet caused gratitude to flare up in her already blazing chest. Before they knew it, they were unloading them in Denali. Each movement of her body was pure torture. She felt herself being laid on a bed and then darkness for a while, she woke up once more to the torture, a hand on her wrist, checking her pulse. The hand didn't seem cold this time and vaguely she wondered if it was human, before she passed out once again.

Each time that she would wake would be a living torment. She wanted to scratch her skin off to get out of her body, but her body wouldn't comply. She heard voices speaking to her through the flames. "I love you, Bella. Only one more day. Come back to me, my love."

"Bella, please don't ever think that I would harbor hard feelings toward you, my dear sweet, daughter. I love you, honey. It will be done soon."

"I've dressed you and done your hair, Bella. Oh, I just don't know what to do for you. I'm sorry about the pain. It will go away." Alice touched her hand, not realizing that the pain was almost beyond measure, before leaving the room.

Jasper must have sat in the corner for hours, trying to absorb all of the pain and torment that he could, but he would leave exhausted after only a few hours.

"Hang in there, little sis. You're going to be one ass kickin' bear beatin' vamp, girl. It'll be done soon. You'll see.

Finally, she heard Rose. "Well, I guess that you got what you always wanted. I'm sorry that it happened the way that it did. Anyway, I hope that you wake up soon. I know that it's hard.

Suddenly the pain centralized to Bella's heart and it felt as if it would explode and then, nothing. No pain, no breathing, yet she was still laying on the bed. Was she dead? She opened her eyes and immediately saw Carlisle and Esme's faces. She sat up rather quickly and huddled into Carlisle's waiting arms. "There, there, now. It's over honey. Do you know how beautiful that you are?" Bella only cuddled in closer to his chest that was now the same temperature as her own. Esme gently caressed her hair. "Ah, such hair. I'm jealous. It's so good to have you back, Bella!" Esme had an overflow of emotion as she hugged Bella from behind and left Bella and Carlisle together. She was in quite a hurry to get somewhere else.

"Does your throat burn, honey?" Carlisle gently held Bella, rocking her back and forth.

Bella nodded her head.

"Okay, let's take you out to hunt. It will be better after you hunt."

Bella was surprised when there was no pain or soreness in her muscles as she gracefully took off after Carlisle. They must have run five miles and Bella felt as if she had just walked three feet. There was no feeling of being fatigued or out of breath and then her nose caught a scent. She wanted it. "Take it, Bella. Just follow your instincts. Bella walked silently through the underbrush and over a hill to find two grazing deer. With almost no warning or sound, she jumped on one, bringing it down and sunk her teeth in, drinking the soothing and delicious blood as it acted as balm to her burning throat. Finishing the deer, Carlisle showed her how to bury it and had to hold himself back from taking Bella right there. The sight of her hunting was so arousing to him. So as not to overwhelm her, he instead focused on his own thirst, tracking what smelled like mountain lion. Surprised, he heard two others on their right. It was Charlie and Esme. They ran together. Carlisle smiled to himself and took off after the mountain lion, Bella close behind.

With everyone sated, they sat Bella and Charlie down in the living room and began to explain to them the important precautions that they must take as newborns.

Finally, Carlisle took Bella back up to their bedroom and stood behind her as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin glowed, her hair shimmered and had lengthened into a thick shimmering mass past her bottom. Her breasts were a bit fuller and she had the build of an accomplished athlete. She hardly recognized herself, but she was pleased. She felt graceful and truly naturally beautiful for the first time in her life.

"If only I didn't have these red eyes." She complained to Carlisle. "They give me the creeps."

"If they bother you that much, we can get contacts for you, my love, but for now, I want my mate and I want her with all of the strength that she has in her.

She caught his scent, stronger than ever. "Mine." Came out of her mouth, before she clapped a hand over it. "I'm so sorry Carlisle. I don't know where that came from!"

"I do." Carlisle said, kissing a line up her neck. "We're mates, Bella, and we belong to each other. I just happen to find it incredibly sexy when you claim me like that." He pulled her hard against him. She could feel nerve endings being stimulated by her breasts being pressed against him, that she had never felt before. She felt herself make a purring sound from deep within her throat, which seemed to excite Carlisle as he ripped both of their clothes from their bodies. Picking her up, he carried over to the wall and placed her hands above her headand tasted every inch of her body until she was keening with thepleasure. When she needed him, beyond reason, she began to writhe her hips against him. Finding a newfound confidence in her newborn state, she whispered into his ear, "I know you want it as bad as I do, so let's see what you can do to this body. I can take whatever it is that you've got to give, so what can you give me, huh?"

Carlisle growled, a deep rumble from his own chest and slammed into her, causing her to cum at once at the penetration. It was amazing what this new body of hers was capable of feeling. With each thrust, she seemed to experience the equivalent to a human orgasm. She was barely in control when she managed to wrap her legs around him tighter, moving up and down on him. She pounded into him, meeting him thrust for thrust, until she found a release that surely would have killed her human body as she threw her head back hard and let out a hoarse yell. Carlisle soon followed and as soon as he was done, he carried her over to the bed. The night was theirs, every second of it and they used the darkness to fulfill each mated fantasy that they had. By morning, Bella was far from inexperienced. She smiled, satisfied, giggling as he lay behind her, kissing her neck, at the indentation in the wall that her head had left, during her first, ultimate climax.