Carlisle and Esme's Story
This is what my version of Carilsle and Esme is. This is how I pictured them meeting and being together. This is what I think happened when Esme found out, and this is what happened when Esme wanted in.
I warn you that the facts in this story are wrong, all wrong! This is simply what would have happened if the order of the Cullens changed.
3. Chapter 3
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I eventually make my way to the other side of the large park. I walk the side walk out side of it. I turn back and walk in another direction that I hadn't been. I look at nothing but the ground. My spirits are dead. I know that she'll never come, she'll never talk to me again. I will have to face eternity without her.
I come to another bench. I think it's the one that I started at when I see a small figure quietly sobbing. I take in the air and realize that sitting in front of me is the woman I love.
I sit next to her and she doesn't realize its me I until I gently touch her arm. She look sup at me with eyes full of tears. She sees me and smiles. She gives me hug.
"I thought you regretted your promise! I thought you thought me a insane old wretch! I thought you would never come!" She smile and wipes her tears. I smile back. The tears make her scent stronger.
"I would never think you insane, or a wretch! You are the most beautiful, most smart creature I have ever met! I would never think to not come."
"Where have you been then? The church bell rang 12 minutes ago."
"I was at the other end of this large park. Apparently I made the mistake of not adding which bench." We smile at our careless mistakes
We talk and laugh at our mistakes. Eventually thought she remembers why we are here.
"Tell me your secret or I shall leave you and never talk to you again."
"I will, if you first promise me."
I'll promise anything you want if you tell me truly what your secret is."
"I'll tell you if you promise to never tell anyone. I need you to never speak of this to anyone you meet, no matter the amount of trust you have in your heart."
"Of course." She says and looks at me. I trust her beautifully green eyes.
I take a deep breath . I look at her again and take my leap of faith.
"I am a vampire. I know that you hear and mind do not agree on whether you should believe my insane words, but before you decide listen to me. I am a vampire. I was born in the early 1600's. I was bitten by another vampire and I become one of them. I have lived at the same age every year. I have not eaten since then. I thirst on animal blood. I am not dangerous in that way to any human. I have become immune to them." She doesn't say anything. She just looks at me with disbelief. She doesn't believe a word I say.
"If you do not believe me let me show you."
She doesn't break her odd expression.
"Feel my skin. It's cold. It's cold because I have no blood running through here. Look at my eyes. You said that I had a peculiar color, did you not? That is because I am not thirsty. When I thirst they are dark black color."
She still doesn't say anything. Her expression and silence is killing me. The expectation that she'll run off and thik me insane rises
"Esme?" I ask.
"Yes?" She asks. She looks as though she woke from a daydream.
"Do you believe me?" I look at her with hope. She looks at me. I can tell that she's still deciding. I close my eyes and pray that she will.
"I...would. If you could give me something to satisfy my doubts. I would believe you deeply."
"What would satisfy you?"
"Make me a vampire." she says. I feel horribly guilty. I think a small part of me wants to me to change her.
"You do not know what you are asking." I say. I flash a warning glance.
"Let me be the judge of that statement. Make me a vampire and I will believe you. If you fail to satisfy my needs then I will never believe your tale. I will not talk to such an insane gentlemen either." She looks away. I think she would hate for me to say ‘no'.
"You do not know what you are asking. You think it simple and fun. It is anything but. It is a painful process. You would have to move, leave all behind. You would never see dear ones, and you would never have human experiences. You would not eat or sleep. you would not die. It sounds advantageous to never die, but after hundreds of years, it becomes quite tiresome. Please, I will do anything but ruin you."
She looks hurt. She thinks me a liar.
"I will do it." Now she tests me. "I will leave all of it behind. I have no dear ones."
"What about your kind dear aunt?" I question.
"I never warmed to her. She is on the brink of death anyway."
I look at her quizzically.
"As for the rest of it, I would not think thrice about it. I can deal with everything you tell. I am a strong woman." She looks at me convincingly.
"I have no doubts as to that. I simply cannot think of ruining you. You know that there is no returning. You cannot become humanly again."
"I will do it." She says. She stares at me with her beautiful eyes.
"There is much to plan before I could consider." I warn.
"I am in no hurry. I will wait." We sit. It is settled. The church bell rings 1.
"I must go." She says. She gets up, gathers her skirts and looks at me.
"There is one more thing you have not heard." I say. She looks worried for a second and nods.
"I think it possible that I...love you." I look at her with wide hopeful eyes.
"I think it possible that I may also love you." She says and walks away. I smile as I watch her petite figure walk away.