Cullens can sleep because Carlisle came up with a syrum that allows them to.
A strange, native american-like coven had kidnapped the cullens,
and they had been using us as slaves. Degrading. Carlisle didn't really
seem to mind that much, he was used to workin hard, he had worked hard all
of his life, but I could tell he wanted to go home badly. We all had
simple clothes on, tan sweatpants for the boys, and a tan short sleeved,
knee length dress for the girls. All of the guys were considerable eye
candy, especially Edward and Carlisle. The lead vampires always checked on
us to make sure we were working, and when one of us weren't they'd dip a
whip in a cauldron (yes, I know that's cheesy) of vampire venom, and
threaten to whip us. Carlisle always took the beating. He'd never, ever
been threatened to be whipped from his own actions, but he always stepped
in front of us if we were being yelled at, saying that he'd take the blame.
They either threw him to the ground, or had him