Who is she? Why does she seem so familiar, so comforting? Her presence alone brings him peace, yet at the same time evoke such foreign desires and emotion. Carlisle has never been more conflicted with himself and never so lost as he is in her presence. She is a constant mystery to him. He needs to know. Why does she stimulate such things in himself that has been lost for so long. He is a man of control. He is a man, proud of his humanity. He has never felt such primal need to claim, to hunt, to devour ad he does in the mere thought of her. He cannot risk his family for such selfishness. What can Carlisle do? He needs her. She is his end and he knows it well. Author's Note: Kindly exit the story before it begins as there will be no warning to anything foul or graphic. The rating will change once explicit content is written.