Spirit Away

Chapter One: Catching Bugs

In the living room, Alice Cullen, who was studying poker, suddenly raised her head and stared at the spotless white sofa in front of her with her golden, honey-like eyes wide open.

"What did you see?" Jasper Cullen sat down next to Alice and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Carlisle is going out." Alice turned to look at Jasper. 'Go to the hospital.'

"Hospital?" Emmett Cullen, who was sitting opposite Alice playing with a remote-controlled off-road vehicle, raised her eyebrows. "Now? 2 a.m. I remember Carlisle taking a day off."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall blonde man appeared out of thin air in the living room.

"Carlisle." The nominal mistress of the house, Esme, immediately put down her things and walked over from the kitchen, asking, "What happened?"

"There's been a murder in town.-The doctor on duty can't handle it." Carlisle said quickly, "We are running out of time. I must get to the hospital at once."--Let's talk when I get back. "

In the next second, the man rushed to the garage and sat in a black Mercedes-Benz sports car.

"I saw a child.-He gave Carlisle a headache." Alice didn't speak again until the sound of Mercedes-Benz engines had disappeared.

"Be more specific." Rosalie Cullen, who was watching the movie, said. The blonde beauty is always very attentive to the affairs of children.

"I don't know either.-I just saw Carlisle sitting on the chair in the office and sighing."

"It really surprised me." Edward Cullen looked away from a book in golden Latin. "I thought Carlisle's charm was enough to appease all living things."

"There will always be exceptions." Alice gave a playful laugh and leaned over Jasper's waist.

Two adults died in the murder. It was a young couple.

The man is about 30 years old and is a pure Englishman who immigrated to the United States. His heart was pierced by a bullet and he was killed on the spot. And his wife is a beautiful Asian.

But the poor woman was not as lucky as her husband.

She was sliced a dozen times by a bright silver dagger, tortured, and then died from excessive blood loss.

From the pictures hanging on the wall, it could be seen that they had two children, both of whom were beautiful mixed-race boys. The big one was injured and went missing .

It could be said that the only one who survived was a little boy who was only twelve years old.

He was lying quietly in the solitary ward of the town hospital with his eyes closed and breathing apparatus on. The detector beside the bed kept making dripping sounds.

Carlisle was very impressed with the boy.

Because he did the boy's surgery.

The boy had two broken ribs, a broken tibia in his left leg, and cuts on his arms, palms, and chest from the dagger. All indicated that the twelve-year-old boy had a world-shaking fight with the gangster after both his parents were killed.

According to the index finger of an unfamiliar man left at the scene at that time, this boy was not a man to be trifled with.

Of course, apart from that information, what Carlisle couldn't ignore the most was the vampire instinctive impulse he had when facing this boy.

For a surgeon who habitually suppressed his vampire instincts, this was unusual.

Carlisle swore that he had never had such a strong bloodthirst in all these years. The smell of the little boy's blood was the sweetest he had ever smelled in more than 300 years.

Such a sweet smell made Carlisle's throat burn and made his lips dry. If he hadn't lived long enough and had strong willpower, the little boy would have been sucked dry by an irrational vampire in an instant.

Singer. He thought.

A vampire can see its singer among billions of humans. The odds are so low that it's like a golf ball falling ten thousand miles into a mole hole hidden beneath the fallen leaves and knocking the little mole unconscious.

For this reason, Carlisle was a little distracted at the beginning of the operation.

"Doctor Cullen, you haven't slept for two days in a row. Do you want to go back and rest?" A female nurse watched Carlisle gave an injection into the boy's slender blood vessels and asked worriedly, "I'll just watch him."

Carlisle pondered for a moment before nodding.

He really should go home and "rest" first.

"That's very kind of you. Thank you. " Carlisle turned around and revealed a faint smile.

When Carlisle drove home, Emmett was having a fierce wrestling match with Jasper, while Alice and Rosalie were watching from the side.

"Oh! Our dear Dr. Cullen is back!" Alice laughed and stood in front of Carlisle in the blink of an eye, "How is it, Carlisle?"

"Singer?" Edward jumped down from the open window on the second floor and fell to the ground, looking at Carlisle in surprise. His mind-reading always tells him the answer to the question in the first place.

"Oh, I guess so." Carlisle put the car keys in her pocket before telling her family what had happened in the hospital.

"Oh! That poor child, how is he now?" Esme asked worriedly after Carlisle described the boy's injuries.

"He's not awake yet.--But the operation was successful. He'll be all right."

"Oh! If Carlisle was in charge of the operation, of course he would be fine!-Guess what?" Alice ran to the other side of the clearing, and hopped on Jasper to join the conversation again. 'I saw Carlisle bring him home.--That boy is so cute! And he beat Emmett!'

This sentence caught Emmett's interest.

"Really? What's the result? Is that guy scared of me?"

"You were beaten up by Rosalie."

"…"

Well, for Emmett, it's not something to be happy about.