Too Old - Jasper Hale

Doctor

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Atlas walked alone along the streets of London, he stopped breathing as to not smell the vile stench of the city, all around him people stared at his features which were illuminated by the street lamps, some of them were intrigued, having never seen a man of Atlas' race before.

He walks to a door, the sign over head reading 'Dr. Cullen', without waiting he pushes the door open and goes to the mans office, knocking on the wood door, "come in", Atlas pushed the door open and walked in, surprised when he saw the mans golden eyes, "how may I help-", Carlisles words died as he spotted Atlas' red eyes.

"I have never seen gold eyes before", the teen vampire sat on a chair opposite the blonde mans desk, "how old are you?"

"If you mean how long I've been a vampire, seven years"

The answer earns a shocked look, "seven years and you manage to stay around civilisation", Atlas picks up something off the mans desk, fiddling with it, "what's your secret?"

Carlisle looks at the young boy, assuming he's a new vampire, "I feed off animals, that is what makes my eyes gold. I don't focus on blood, I look past the smell so I can help people", Atlas nods, impressed, "if you are hoping to learn more about our kind, I could help"

Atlas laughs and the kind smile on Carlisles face falls, "oh... I don't need help", he continues to giggle.

"Erm, may I ask how long you've been a vampire?"

The ravenette smiles, "I stopped counting after 1,000", Carlisles mouth drops open in shock, "I know, I look great for my age", they share a laugh at this, before continuing to speak for a while.

Atlas and Carlisle stay together for the next 30 years, , when one day Carlisle asks the older vampire a question, "what do you know about the Volturi?"

The blonde sees his friend freeze, "what do you want to know?"

"Anything"

Atlas takes an unnecessary breath, "they believe themselves to be the kings of our kind. Before them was the Romanians who thought themselves to be gods. The Volturi overtook them and have collected many strong vampires, whose gifts are to be feared"

"Gifts?"

Carlisle watches the boy raise a hand, a red ball floating between his fingers, his already red eyes glowing brighter, "some vampires have gifts, they can be defensive, offensive, the Volturi collects these vampires to add to their guard", he lets the ball disappear, "many, many years ago they came to take me. My friend helped me escape them and since then I have evaded their capture"

Carlisle stays silent for a second, "where are they?"

"Volterra, Italy", he tilts his head at the blonde, "why?"

Carlisle begins to pack his things, "I'm going to go there and learn about our kind, especially about powers, why some of us have them and some of us don't", the man continues to ramble, Atlas watching him silently.

As they go to part ways Atlas stops Carlisle, "when you get there, don't mention me", Carlisle nods hugging his friend before walking away, he turns again to see the back of the blondes head, "Carlisle-", the man turns, "-don't trust them", Carlisle smiles and nods, waving goodbye.