Rising from the dust – A Twilight fanfiction

Era: Pre-Twilight

World: Book

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight

Summary: Carlisle thinks about his time in World War Two

Warning: This contains descriptions of war which some may find upsetting. Read at your own risk.

Carlisle's P.O.V.

I have been in many wars, the the second world war was by far the worst. The shells exploded and soldiers fell, but I always rose up from the dust unharmed. People said I had the luck of the devil. I didn't know what to say to that.

When I first got conscripted, I thought that I would get put in a hospital to treat treat the injured and wait the war out. How wrong I was.

For the first six months I was in a hospital near Dover (my family and myself were living in England at the time). Then as more and more men died, the call came through that every spare pair of hands were needed.

That was how I found myself in a muddy trench, treating the treatable, burying others and firing when I got the chance. Th one good thing was if it was sunny no one noticed me sparkle as we were all covered in mud, blinded by dust and too damn tired to notice much more than were the bullets were coming from and where we could all down and go to sleep.

One person in particular took up my time and my medical. This boy; and he was just a boy, barely eighteen and as patriotic as the rest of them, kept on coming back with cuts, scrapes and on occasion shrapnel wounds. I thanked the many centuries of learning to control my thirst almost every second I was around him.

That was one of my other problems. My thirst barely got a second thought. It all came to a head when I hadn't fed in months. My eyes were as black as my intentions as I waited for the others to sleep. I crept over the embankment and ran at full tilt towards where the enemy were camped.

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I performed a massacre that night. In a way I saved many lives but the action has haunted me to this day. When the men in my trench woke up, I was already back and tending to my patients. When we heard no firing for three hours, the same eighteen year old as was the source of my severe deficit of bandages, volunteered to scout the area.

When he came back, he told them he thought the local wolves must be on our side, because all the enemy troops had been torn to shreds. I was very careful to fabricate the evidence to make an animal attack the obvious answer. It appeared I had done my job well. When we repeated this to our senior officer he said we were to stand our ground until replacement forces came to relieve us. Then we were to go home on leave. As we waited the younger boys began to play football. Tommy (the aforementioned teenager), ran to tackle one of the others, when I heard the click of a mine detonator popping into place. I shouted at them to get down but it was a wasted warning. The mine detonated taking ten people with it.

When we got over the shock we buried them. That was when our replacements arrived. As I got home to see Edward and Esme playing chess, I felt a strong wave of sympathy for that boy's parents and decided I didn't want to be part of any war for any reason. We left England that night and went to America.

The memory of that boy will stay in my mind forever. And so ends my account of my last war.

A.N. What do you think. If the historical details aren't correct then I'm very sorry. If you wish to point them out to me then I'll make an effort to correct them. Please R&R. This is my first Twilight fanfiction by the way.