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The Falling

In the action itself, she is weightless and free. The flight is not to be feared, only the impact. A story on the life of Esme Cullen. Image Hosted by ImageShack.us Banner By incredible Iris!

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76. Chapter 76

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Still not letting you go,

He walks in the room, and immediately my heart lifts more than a little. His smile is small, but it grows when he sees me. “How was your day, Carlisle?” I ask politely.

“Lovely. Poor Ms. Aderlin-“ a woman several years older than I whom he’d mentioned before, a mother of four who’d suffered a heart attack- “can finally go home.”

“That’s good to hear.” I look at him, really look, and see the color of his eyes- black as ink. “Are you thirsty?” It should feel strange, asking him whether or not his appetite for human blood is bothersome at this given moment, but it feels incredibly natural, as though I’m inquiring what he’d like for dinner.

“Yes. There was a knife wound today.”

“I can tell. Your eyes are pitch black. Shall we go hunting?” I suggest. I enjoy hunts, and not just for the respite from my incredibly intense newborn bloodlust. I like to watch Carlisle take down the animals, so skillfully, and to run free in the forests myself.

“Of course. Where is Edward, by the way?”

“His room.” I can only vaguely hear the sound of him singing to himself, and his pen scratching notes on a piece of paper. “He’d like to speak to you, before we hunt perhaps.”

Carlisle nods. “I’ll be up there, then. See you in a moment, dearest.”

Dearest. I grin, and then shamelessly tiptoe after them.

Well, if they’re talking about me, oughtn’t I to know what they’re saying?

“Carlisle.” Edward’s voice is terse, and the sound of his pen doesn’t stop. He’s clearly not pleased at the interruption.

I smile. That boy is really something at times.

“Edward, you wanted to see me?”

Carlisle is very good with him. He knows how to gently remind him he does actually have to be decent to the rest of us.

“There’s something on Esme’s mind.”

“I don’t wish to know her thoughts. It’s none of my concern, Edward,” Carlisle says. The respect behind the gesture is deeply touching.

“She doesn’t mind. She’d tell you herself, but…”

“Ah. She is afraid?” he asks softly.


“I’d like to hear, then,” he decides.

“She wants to marry you,” Edward answers in a rush. I hear Carlisle breathe in sharply.

“I… I… I… but we’re vampires.”

I can hear Edward roll his eyes from upstairs. Not literally, obviously, but it’s quite clear in his voice. “She does not yet understand. How different we are from them. She does not comprehend our damned nature.”

Carlisle sighs. “Edward…”

“I don’t mean to enter into a debate with you, about that, at this moment. We have eternity for that, after all. Go hunt with your mate… and keep what I said in mind.”

Mate. I hear the word, and it explains so much. We are truly not human. It is an important distinction. Yet I am pleased to know the reason, at least.

“I will.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

And I hear footsteps on the stairs.

Forcing further falling,