Summary: While vacationing in Paris, the Cullen boys, plus Peter, stumble upon a dieing girl. All four guys are inexplicably drawn to her in a very intense way that is slightly different for each of them. They decide to change her and she changes their lives.
A/N: This story will involve all of the Cullens eventually. As well as several other well known vampires from the books. It's definitely AU. No Bella, no Jacob. And, for now, at least, the only couples are Carlisle/Esme and Peter/Charlotte. I didn't want to kill anybody off or make them cheat on their mates so I made them all single. I'll probably take a lot of liberties with these characters so, decidedly OOC. I put it under Jasper/Peter because those are the two POV I've used so far. No slash, for the foreseeable future, anyway. But I guess anything is possible. I'll warn you first if there's any lemons/limes/assorted citrus.
So, there you have it. This is my first real attempt at a fanfic, so I hope you won't be too brutal in your reviews. But I do hope you review. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
WARNING: This story is rated M for language, some violence, references to rape and references to violence against women. Please, if you are sensitive to these subjects, offended by swearing, or not legally allowed to view such material where you live, find another story to read. Mine is not for you.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, settings, and scenarios are the property of Stephanie Meyer. All original characters belong to me. No copywrite infringement is intended and I make no money from this story.
Le Sacre Couer
Chapter 1: A Beating Heart
Paris at night. The lights, the sounds, the sights, the smells. I was glad Jasper had talked me into bringing Charlotte and meeting him and the Cullens here for a little vacation. We didn't get together that often, so it was nice to do it on neutral territory. And Paris has so much to offer.
So....why the hell are we going to a cemetery? Oh, right. Because walking around with three other dead guys wasn't enough. Deadward wanted to see where a bunch of other dead guys were buried. Yea, I know, it's historic and all that bullshit. That's why I didn't pitch too much of a bitch when Eddie-boy suggested it. Besides, I kinda wanted to see if they had actually gotten rid of all the graffiti around Morrison's grave. I really hope they didn't. It gave the place character.
Guess that's why I'm hopping over a wall into a cemetery at 1a.m. At least I'm not the only one. Edward is in front of me and Jasper and Emmett are right behind me. We'd been like the four Musketeers all day. First we went to The Louvre, then The Orsay, then Notre Dame followed by Le Sacre Couer. After that, we decided that a hunt was in order. For that, we parted company.
While I love these guys like brothers, we did not share the same dietary habits. They call themselves "vegetarians". I figure that makes me a meat eater. But it's all good. I don't hold it against them for being weird.
I think I'll give Deadward a little shit for dragging us here in the middle of the night.
"So, Deadward, exactly who is in this place that couldn't wait till gates are open? Won't they still be here in the morning?"
Jasper and Emmett both chuckled at my little joke.
"Funny, Peter," he answered, rolling his eyes. "Yes, they will still be here but so will all those weirdos who come to see that drugged out, wanna-be poet, rock star's grave."
Oh, no he didn't!
"Dude! That is so NOT cool!" Jasper hissed.
I agreed. "Man, no way did you just diss the Lizard King! Jim Morrison had more poetic genius in his little finger than all of those whiny, white-boy, Emo posers you've been listening to since the 90's put together."
He started to laugh as I landed right beside him. I was going to smack him up side his head but the smell hit me first. Blood. Lots of it. Then I heard it. A barely beating heart.
"What the hell?" Jasper whispered.
The four of us looked at each other for a second before we carefully made our way towards the center of the cemetery and the tantalizing scent coming from it.
I'd never seen so much blood on the outside of a humans body before. When the smell first hit me, I hesitated, afraid I might lose control and finish what someone else had started. But, as soon as I saw her laying there among the crypts and graves, broken and bleeding out, I knew it wasn't an issue.
Beside the fact that there was almost nothing left, there was no way on God's green earth I could ever bring harm to this girl.
And I had no idea why.
The sudden, intense pull I felt toward her was disorienting. Somehow, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I would protect her with my very existence, or walk myself into the flames if she asked me to. I was startled to realize that I was getting the exact same feelings from the other three men standing there with me. Who is this girl?
Edward was quickly assessing her injuries but we all knew that whatever they were, they were fatal. Her heart was barely beating and her breathing was labored. I couldn't feel any pain coming from her, only sadness and regret. She was dieing. And she knew it.
Peter broke the silence first.
"Look, we got three options here." He let out a heavy sigh before continuing. "One: we let her die in her own time. I figure that's about five minutes from now. Two: we end her suffering now. Put her out of her misery. Or three: we change her. But we gotta move fast."
She spoke then. It was barely above a whisper but it may as well have been a scream. "Please....help me. I don't....want to die. I'm....not done. So much.....left. Not yet. Please?"
"Shh, darlin'. Everything's gonna be just fine. We're here. We're gonna help you." As I tried to comfort her, I looked into her eyes. My decision was already set.
It took all of half a second for the choice to be made. The time it took for all of us to make eye contact. I'm not really sure it was even a choice.
My military training kicked in immediately and I took charge of the situation.
"Ok! Emmett! We need a van." He disappeared while I continued. "Peter, we need a place. Maybe England or Scotland." His phone vibrated before the last word was out of my mouth.
"Pixie! What took you so long? Whatcha got for me?" he said quickly into the phone.
I could hear Alice on the other end of the call. "Scotland. We have a place in the Highlands. Emmett knows where. Take a boat across the Channel. You should be there in a few hours. We'll meet you there this evening. Carlisle and Esme are flying in and will be there the following morning. Also, Peter, you were a little pessimistic with the five minutes. You've got fifteen. It'll take seven to get out of the city. And all four of you need to do this. Don't ask why because I don't know. Leave her shoe and the blood for the police to find. Go! Now! Meet Emmett on the other side of the woods you came in through. Hurry! And Peter! Take care of my new sister till I get there!"
"You got it, Tink. Later," he answered quickly.
Edward scooped the girl up in his arms and we took off the way we came in. Emmett had "acquired" a van and was waiting for us with the motor running. Edward laid her down gently and Peter and I each took one of her hands in ours. Seven minutes later we were outside the city.
"Pull over, Em. We need to do this now,"I told him.
"All four of us?" he asked hesitantly.
"Yep" I replied.
I looked to Peter, hoping he had an answer.
"Damned if I know," he said , with a shrug. "But that how it needs to go down."
Emmett moved to the back of the van and took a position at her right foot. Edward was at her left. I leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"I'm so sorry, darlin', but this is gonna hurt like hell. I'll do my best to take the pain away, but I'm not sure how much I can help. No matter what, though, I promise you that when it's all over, everything's gonna be better. We're gonna make it all better." I pulled away enough to look at her face again. She opened her eyes and tried to smile.
"Thank you," she breathed.
I nodded once, then bit her neck. As I did that, Peter bit the inside of her left elbow, Emmett bit the back of her right knee, and Edward got her left ankle. Then we shifted and I took her right elbow, Peter bit his side of her neck, Emmett her right ankle, and Edward her left knee. Four vampires, eight bites, and a hell of a lot of venom. I hoped it made her change quickly. I didn't want her to have to burn for three whole days.
As soon as all the bites were sealed, Emmett jumped back in the drivers seat and we took off like a bat out of hell into the night.
This trip was a dream come true. Actually, I'd never even dreamed that I'd get to spend three weeks backpacking around Europe. Even with a year and a half to plan and save and think about it, it never felt real until we stepped out of the airport in Frankfurt.
Why my brother and his wife decided to invite me along on their vacation, I'll never know. I was just so thrilled that they did.
I wonder if I would have been so thrilled if I'd known what was to come.
When we got to Paris, I knew there was one thing I had to do alone. I had to see Morrison's grave for myself. I don't know why it was so important to me to do this on my own. I just felt compelled to. Of course, my brother and his wife had been willing to allow me this. Neither of them understood my pull to him so it was natural for me to go by myself.
From the moment we started planning, I KNEW I had to do this, be here, see this place with my own eyes. This was an experience I HAD to have. And I had to do it alone.
Boy, was I alone now.
It had been a great day, just hanging out with a bunch of strangers in a cemetery. As odd as it sounds, I'd found a weird sense of community, of belonging, with the ragtag group of young people who were as drawn to this place as I was. I didn't speak to anyone. I didn't need to. Everyone nodded and smiled in greeting as each new "pilgrim" arrived and found a place to be. Everyone was welcome.
It was mid-afternoon when it started to rain. After twenty minutes or so, I found that I was the only one left. I dropped a poem I'd written onto his grave and walked away. As I headed towards the gates, it started to rain in earnest. It seemed fitting, at the time. I guess it still does. I ducked inside one of the open crypts for a couple minutes to let the downpour pass. Suddenly, I felt pain. Lots of pain. In several different places. Then, the world went black.
When I opened my eyes, I didn't know where I was or how long I'd been there. I knew it was night but not much else. My body felt so weak and numb. I couldn't really move. I laid there for a while, trying to wrap my mind around what had happened, but I couldn't. Everything seemed sort of fuzzy, like I was drunk or high. Then, in a surreal moment of mental clarity, a single thought flashed across my brain:
I don't know how I knew, I just knew. As the fuzz started to creep back over my mind, I found myself thinking about the strangest thing. An old Monty Python skit. The one about the parrot.
"'E's passed on! This parrot is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible!!
THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!"
I smiled at that. Then other thoughts crossed my mind. I thought about my brother and how worried he must be. I thought about how sad he and my parents would be when they finally found out what happened to me. That pissed me off. They didn't deserve that kind of pain.
Then I started thinking about all the things I was going to miss. Sunrises and sunsets, the smell of the ocean and fresh cut grass, my family and my friends. And I thought about the things I'd never done, that I would never do, now. So many things left undone. I need more time. Just then, my internal musings were interrupted by a voice.
"Look, we got three options here." He sighed before continuing. "One: we let here die in her own time. I figure that's about five minutes from now. Two: we end her suffering now. Put her out of her misery. Or three: we change her. But we gotta move fast."
Help me! You have to help me! My mind screamed and my voice tried, and failed, to follow suit. "Please....help me. I don't....want to die. I'm....not done. So much.....left. Not yet. Please?"
That was all the energy I had. I had nothing left. I opened my eyes and saw an angel gazing down at me. The angel spoke then, his voice soft and warm and comforting. My angel.
"Shh, darlin'. Everything's gonna be just fine. We're here. We're gonna help you."
My angel was going to save me. I could feel it. I could see it in his eyes.
The blackness took me over again, then. I was vaguely aware of sounds, voices and movement, but couldn't get a fix on anything specific for a while. When reality did, finally, make another brief appearance, my hands were being held, gently, comfortingly. Then my angel spoke to me again, whispering in my ear.
"I'm so sorry, darlin', but this is gonna hurt like hell. I'll do my best to take the pain away, but I'm not sure how much I can help. No matter what, though, I promise you that when it's all over, everything's gonna be better. We're gonna make it all better."
I opened my eyes to see my angel's face. I smiled and said, "Thank you."
He didn't lie, my angel. The sharp, piercing pain seemed to hit me everywhere at once. Legs, arms, neck..... but it ended quickly. Just in time for me to catch fire.
Burning and burning and burning. It never ended. There was no relief. Hours, days, weeks, months...... how long could it last till there was nothing left to burn? At some point, I became aware that I wasn't alone. Someone was holding my hand, talking to me. I felt coolness on my cheek, my forehead, my arm. Every time I felt I had to scream, that I couldn't take any more, the pain would somehow lessen, ease up just enough to be bearable a bit longer. This happened again and again.
I kept hold of her hand and offered words of encouragement when I could. Peter stayed on her other side and rubbed her arm, stroked her cheek or held his hand on her forehead. His eyes flitted back and forth between her, Edward, and myself. I could tell his mind was working overtime on something. I guess when he's ready, he'll clue the rest of us in.
I could feel her burning. It was coming over her in waves. I was trying like hell to take as much of her suffering away as I could. I doubted it was helping her at all.
"It's helping," Edward said softly.
I looked over at him, questioning him with my eyes. "You're helping her. Making it bearable. I can hear her. She knows someone is holding her hand, touching her face." He gave a slight chuckle. "She thinks you're an angel, Jasper," he said with a half smile. "She keeps calling you 'My Angel' "
I smiled darkly at that. If she only knew.
"Well, that won't last long. I'm sure, once she gets to know you, she'll have more colorful names for you, like I do," Peter said, looking at me with a shit-eatin' grin.
"Asshole," I said.
"That would be one of them," Peter laughed.
"Shithead," I responded.
"And there's another," he replied, with a smirk.
Emmett and Edward both chuckled quietly at our little exchange. I wondered how they were dealing with all of this. While Peter and I had changed hundreds of people between us, in our previous life, this was a first for them. Edward had seen at least some part of Esme, Rosalie, and Emmett's changes, but he'd never had to take part. And the only change Emmett had any part of was his own. I wasn't sensing any regret from either of them. Just a little shock, concern, and wonder. And just a hint of pride.
Plucking the thoughts from my mind, Edward looked up at me and said, "You two may have done this before, but not like this. This is different. She's different."
"You're right about that," I said with a sigh. "Before, I never really thought about the outcome. I didn't give a shit. It was..... very different circumstances. I can't explain what this..... connection.... I feel to her is. But I can tell that ya'll have it too. I can feel it from all of ya."
"And I can hear it in your thoughts," Edward added. "It seems that you all..... we all... are connected to her now. Maybe it's because all of our venom is coursing through her. But it seemed to start before we bit her. From that first moment we found her our thoughts have been to save, comfort, protect and take care of her. Well, except Emmett. He keeps adding in all the fun things to do with a newborn."
Emmett looked back at us and smiled broadly, causing us all to laugh."Hey, the only newborn I've ever been around was myself. I'm curious to see if she's gonna be as strong as everyone always says. Think she'll be able to take me? Wrestling, I mean?" he asked, still smiling.
Peter shook his head at Emmett's silliness. "Dude, she will hand you your ass. Mark my words. This will be a woman to be reckoned with."
I looked at Peter questioningly. "You gettin' all other-worldly and cryptic on me again, bro? What else you got locked in that head of yours, oh 'knower-of-mysterious-shit' ?"
"Well," he answered, pausing for a second. "She's definitely gonna be one bad ass vamp! And she'll bring out the best in everyone around her.'" He looked down at her, rubbing his chin in thought. "She's gonna finish what was started a long time ago. She's also gonna bring a lot of joy and happiness and love to a lot of people. Folks will just kinda gravitate toward her. And you can trust her judgment on their character, too. She'll just know who to trust."
I stared at the man across from me. I'd known him over a century. Peter was truly my "brother from another mother". Yet it never ceased to floor me when he just randomly pulled this knowledge out of his ass.
"How the HELL do you know all of that?" I asked him, still stunned.
Peter looked up at me, then at Edward, who was staring at him with wide eyes, then back at me. He just shrugged and answered "Damned if I know!"
Emmett snickered from the driver's seat and said "Wait. We don't even know her name but you know all this other shit about what she's gonna do?"
" I know her name," Peter said with a satisfied grin.
"So do I," Edward added with a smirk. "She talks to herself."
I looked back and forth between the two of them several times in disbelief. When neither of them said anything, I got pissed. Why wouldn't they tell us her name? Finally, I broke the silence. "Well? What is it?"
They looked at each other, both still grinning like fools. Then they looked at me and Peter said, with a laugh, "Her name is Buffy."
You have GOT to be kidding me!