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The Story of Esme

How it began. How it happened. How it ended and how it was revived. A look into the life of Esme Cullen.

This is my first attempt at writing more than just a short story. I have always loved Esme and she is one of my favorite characters in Twilight so i jus thad to tell her story the way I've imagined it.

22. Chapter 22

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As far as anyone else was concerned, I was dead. No one would ever believe that anyone, especially a woman as frail as I had last been seen, could survive such a fall. I don’t even know how I did it. Maybe it was luck. Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was a bit of both. But that is beside the point. I had been given a second chance at life. A clean slate. Someone up in heaven wanted me to live, if living was even how you could describe my physical state. There were a lot of things I didn’t know and plenty of questions as well. I can however tell you this for sure: I loved Carlisle then and I love him now. It doesn’t matter that I had barely had any time to get to know him. I loved him. That was it. There was no denying it. I didn’t need to know why or how or anything. The first day I set my eyes on Carlisle at the foolish age of 16, I knew that I loved him. As cliché as it may sound, it was love at first sight. And though I’d never believed in it, I sure as hell did now.

There were no words spoken between us as he lifted my newly healed body in his arms, cradling me as if I were the most breakable thing on the planet, even though breakable was the last thing I was. Still, he carried me to his home, moving faster than I’d ever moved in my life. Everything was a blur as he sped through town, moving closer towards the more rural outskirts as the seconds went by. And yes, it took only a few minutes to arrive at the old Victorian where he lived but for me, it was a lifetime. I never once looked away from his face, his tawny eyes, his strong jaw, his full lips. For me, time stopped and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

He was gentle as he set me down on my feet, watching me warily as if in observation.

“Are you alright, Esme?” he asked softly in his musical soprano voice. “How do you feel?”

After a minute, I replied, “I don’t really know yet. I’m still trying to figure all this out, you know?”

He nodded and waited.

I didn’t answer immediately because I still had not had a chance to focus on what I was feeling. But as I did, I became aware of my new state. My body felt lighter and I moved in a much more fluid way. It was the strangest sensation to move my limbs because it was so much easier. Like I was swimming in water or something. I felt weightless, or at least nearly. My skin was tingling as well. It wasn’t the pins and needles kind at all; it was more of a soft, subtle vibration. But the most noticeable change I felt was the burning in my veins. I didn’t know what that meant but it was driving me crazy.

“I feel this burning,” I finally, looking at him under a furrowed brow.

He nodded.

“I thought you’d be hungry,” he replied quietly, walking to me.

Silently, he took my hand and led me through the house to the outside. All around the property was forest but according to my ears, there was so much more. I could hear all of the sounds of every animal in the woods. So much noise. So much life. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever experienced. Looking to him, there was a small gleam in his eye, though I couldn’t quite figure out what it was. Still holding my hand in his own, he pulled me close to him. His kiss was even more perfect than I had expected. His lips were soft and his touch tender. They say you can tell a lot about a man from the way they kiss you. Carlisle’s kiss told me that I was safe and that I was where I was supposed to be.

Suddenly, I felt like I was on fire. The urge to feed, or at least that’s what I thought it was, was overwhelming. I could barely control myself as I dropped his hand and bolted into the woods, following the sound of a young buck that my keen ears had picked up. It was as if I wasn’t in charge of my body; the thirst had taken over.

“Esme! Wait!” I heard Carlisle say as he went after me.

He caught me firmly by the shoulders and looked into my eyes. As soon as I saw his face, his mesmerizing eyes, I felt a calm wash over me, though the urge to feed was just as strong. It was as if being with him helped me have the power over my body, not to mention my sanity. I could tell he wasn’t mad but looked more concerned than anything else.

“I know your hungry but you have to control yourself. If you were near any humans, things could get very ugly,” he warned. “It will take a while and it will definitely take practice but you will be able to keep your urges in check. But you can’t just run off, even if it was even after a simple buck.”

I looked down in shame but he tilted my chin up to kiss me again. It temporarily made the pain manageable, just for long enough to help me keep my cool as we pursued the buck I had been going after before.

It was wonderful how I moved and I was in awe at my newfound abilities. Carlisle and I moved as if we were synchronized swimmers, weaving in and out between each other as we nimbly dodged the trees and boulders that were a common sight in Wisconsin. At one point I looked to him and smiled. I wanted him to know that I was glad I had him and that I was going to be just fine. The look he gave me in return told me the same thing, only it was much more intense and even as a vampire, made me tremble.

I found that I was faster than him when I caught my first meal before a seasoned hunter like him. He frowned and scratched his head, trying to figure out how I did it.

“I’m a natural, I guess,” I playfully gloated when he looked at me with that puzzled look he sometimes displayed upon the masterpiece of his face.

He laughed and together, we fed. I didn’t feel bad at all because I was with him. I had him to guide me through it all, to be my mentor and lover and friend. He was everything I’d always needed and everything I’d ever wished for. It was like a dream come true, complete with the surreal feeling that I got when I thought about the past week. But that was okay because it was a dream I enjoyed and loved with every part of my being.