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angel_gidgetTitle: Fear of Fire
Rating: PG
Word Count: 254
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
From earliest childhood, Carlisle has had a fear of fire. A curl of flame once licked at his nose as he leaned in too close as a schoolboy. He'd screamed; his nurse had comforted him. His father had laughed at him. But it wasn't until the flower of his youth that he learned what the burning red could really do. He saw witches--women?--no, witches melt away, their skin licked off their bones. He saw devil-worshipers and demons--people?--crumble and scream, dying by the might of his father's torch and well-used pyre. Carlisle never doubted that the fire could burn away anything. He never doubted that it was the most horrible way to die.
After three days of a completely different fire's ravages, Carlisle began his journey. Cliffs. Knives. Poison. Self-mutilation. Strangulation. Drowning. They all failed, but he never tried fire. It was the one way that truly terrified him. The one way that Hell seemed to begin before life was fully over. It was the one thing left to fear.
It was a fear that kept him alive for a few hundred years more...
...till he found a dying youth burning in the throws of fever.
Carlisle delivered him with a fire of another kind.
From then on, it wasn't about fear.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 254
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em.
From earliest childhood, Carlisle has had a fear of fire. A curl of flame once licked at his nose as he leaned in too close as a schoolboy. He'd screamed; his nurse had comforted him. His father had laughed at him. But it wasn't until the flower of his youth that he learned what the burning red could really do. He saw witches--women?--no, witches melt away, their skin licked off their bones. He saw devil-worshipers and demons--people?--crumble and scream, dying by the might of his father's torch and well-used pyre. Carlisle never doubted that the fire could burn away anything. He never doubted that it was the most horrible way to die.
After three days of a completely different fire's ravages, Carlisle began his journey. Cliffs. Knives. Poison. Self-mutilation. Strangulation. Drowning. They all failed, but he never tried fire. It was the one way that truly terrified him. The one way that Hell seemed to begin before life was fully over. It was the one thing left to fear.
It was a fear that kept him alive for a few hundred years more...
...till he found a dying youth burning in the throws of fever.
Carlisle delivered him with a fire of another kind.
From then on, it wasn't about fear.
