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Legends of the Past

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Summary: Carlisle has an interesting patient, one that has him shaking his head in wonder.

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Twilight > Buffy - CenteredAmersFR718354175,24411 Nov 0811 Nov 08Yes
Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS or the Twilight Series. They belong to much more creative people than myself.

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Carlisle gazed down at his patient in a sort of resigned confusion. As part of what had become his nightly ritual, he came to visit his most vexing patient. There was no reason for this coma to have such a hold over her. He knew that the ways of the mind were powerful and even if a body was healing, that did not mean that the brain or soul was ready to re-awaken but that did not account for the smell.

It didn’t affect him the same as Bella’s had with Edward. He’d even brought in Esme to see the little golden child, as well as Jasper and Alice. It wasn’t just him. This woman’s scent was … indescribable. It pulled at all four of them while at the same time there was something that warned them away, something that cautioned them not to mess with this mortal. But he truly felt that there was a reason that people came into their lives and this unusual individual had to have a purpose.

And so they waited for her to wake up. Waited for the day when she would answer their questions. At one time they had waited for a family member to give them those answers but considering it had been four months since the girl had been found by the side of the road and no one had come to claim her, the chances of that ever happening were unlikely.

Jasper had a few contacts and given that she had no identifying information or fingerprints on record, even his sketchy friends had been of little help.

Just as he turned to leave the room, he stopped himself. He turned to her bedside and did the one thing that he never had before – he placed his hand gently on her cheek and spoke to her.

“Maybe tomorrow night, child.”

As if she had been waiting for that all along, the girl opened her eyes.

“Where am I?” she croaked and then began to cough, her throat unused to forcing air through it to speak anymore.

“You’re in the hospital, you’re going to be just fine,” he soothed. He watched a spark of something, fear perhaps, light her eyes as he got her some water from the sink.

“Do you remember your name?”

She took the water he offered her and downed it. “I have to go.”

Carlisle watched her, grudgingly impressed, as she got out of the bed with an ease the average human would have never been able to duplicate after months abed.

On a hunch, he leaned up against the door and decided to go further.

“What are you, child?”

She stopped cold. “What do you mean?”

He smiled at her, a smile that he hoped was soothing, comforting. “What I asked. You are no vampire, not a werewolf or I wouldn’t be able to stay in this room with you without by eyes tearing up. What are you then?”

The girl straightened. “I’m the one the shadow’s themselves would hide from if I allowed my true self, my demon, to be free.”

She turned her back on him then and suddenly the legends of his childhood began to stir. Something about his father and his damnable war against the unholy. About a warrioress, one who was made of something completely pure and something completely and wholly evil. In his human lifetime, only the vampires themselves had stood in the way of Carlisle’s fathers’ quest to find the girl and destroy her. Little did his father know, the girl was on his side.

Her scent made sense now, her body healing from such vicious wounds so well, even the fact that her mind kept itself under wraps until she was physically able to leave in order to not give any hint to predators that she was around.

She turned after straightening herself up and pulling a cardigan that one of the nurses had left behind on.

“I don’t hunt your kind. You have souls. But I need to leave and if you don’t get out of my way, I may have to hurt you. Understand?”

She asked him this in an utterly toneless voice, the glint in her eyes so convincing to him that she spoke the truth that he stepped away from the door before he even realized it.

Raising a hand, he grabbed her attention before she could walk out entirely.

“My daughter is about your size. If you want, we can go by my place and you can get some clothes from her. We won’t try to keep you from leaving,” he reassured her.

She stopped a moment, looked down at herself and seemed to make a choice. “Lead the way,” she said and walked into the hallway.

Carlisle bit back another smile. He hoped that Edward was home. He wanted more than anything to see his son’s face when this girl toldl him that he wasn’t a soulless devil.

Yes, every individual came into their lives for a purpose.

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