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Blood, Love, and Family: Esme Cullen's Story

This is a story of Esme's human and vampire life/existance. Who was she? How did she become a vampire? Why is she like a mother o the Cullen family?

Most of the story is true. I found information on the lexicon, and wentfrom there. However, I did have to fill in some blanks in order to create a story.

1. A Lucky Accident

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“It’s a web, like a spiders web, made of silver light and shadow. Spun by the moon in my room at night. It’s a web made to catch a dream, hold it tight till I awaken. As if to tell me my dream is all right.”

“What a lovely tune, Esme!”

I dropped the apple I was clutching in one hand, and held tight to the tree with the other. The ladder under me began to wiggle, but someone suddenly held it in place. I looked down at a large, red headed boy, and let my hazel eyes burn a hole in his flesh. I desperately wanted to break apart laughing, but I strived to keep my poker face on. The boy below me bent over to pick up the bruised apple I had dropped, stood up straight, and reached it toward me with a grin. I smirked and then scrambled down the ladder. When my feet were firmly on the ground, facing the boy, I reached for the apple and tossed it into the small whicker basket, which sat on my side.

“My lady,” he said, bowing before me.

“Peter Joseph Bradley,” I snapped. He gave me a warning look. I rolled my eyes and curtsied. This pleased Peter, and he let me continue. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to disrupt a woman while she’s working?”

“Work,” he repeated. He sighed and punched the air with his fit, rocking back on his heels. “Work is boring,” he continued. Peter thought for a moment, then looked at me. “Now, climbing trees. That’s fun.”

I rolled my eyes, and began to make my way back up the ladder. “Peter, I’ve been doing nothing but climbing trees all day,” I said, gesturing to the ladder under my feet.

“Aw, c’mon Es. You know what I meant!” He whined, kicking a rotten apple on the ground. He turned his face toward the large oak tree near the stable, and then returned his focus on me. “Please?”

I shook my head and smiled. “Not this time, Peter Bradley” I said. I tucked a caramel hair back behind my ear and turned toward the oak Peter was staring at earlier.

Peter must have seen me look at it when he said, “Fine beauty, isn’t it? Awfully tempting?”

I shook my head again, and began to descend down the ladder. Once I was on the ground, I put a hand on Peter’s shoulder before yelling, “I’ll race you there!”

In the blink of an eye, I swirled around and began to run toward the large oak, on the other side of the field. My legs seemed to beat in rhythm beneath me, like an Indian tribal drum. Dust blew up into my face as I pushed through the fields, gold from the late afternoon sun. My bun fell limp, and I felt my mid-length caramel hair fall to my shoulders. My arms were in front of me, pumping for energy. I heard all kinds of noises as I passed the barn and came nearer to the stable. I was about ten yards away when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter push by me. I gave a slight gasp, and pushed my legs harder, as if that were even possible. Before I knew it, Peter and I both sat at the bottom of the large oak, panting for breath.

“I......win,” Peter said between breaths.

“Not.....by.......much,” I argued.

Both of us sat in silence until our breathing slowed, and our faces slowly returned to their normal color. Peter put his arm around me. “Well, Esme, I’ll admit. Your getting pretty good. For a girl. I taught you well,” he commented smugly.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Just you wait,” I said, “Before your eyes, the student will become the teacher.”

He turned to look at me. “Is that a threat?” he asked with a smile. He let his head rest on the tree and closed his eyes. “Well, who knows, Es? Maybe someday you’ll become freakishly fast and beat me,” he sighed. “But that day won’t be for a while.”

I shrugged his arm off my shoulder and stood up. “We’ll, are you ready?” I asked, pointing to the top of the tree.

Peter opened his eyes and stood up. He turned to me, and we both grabbed a branch on the tree and started climbing. We were both at the top of the tree in no time, at the same time. At least he couldn’t boast about being the better climber. We sat on the top branches of the tree, looking out into the sky. The day had quickly turned to twilight, and soon, night would fall. I looked around me, and shifted my body when I saw what I was looking for. I faced away from the farm, and toward the glorious land ahead of me. “You can see all of Columbus from up here,” I announced. “All of Ohio.”

Peter shifted to look in the direction I was pointing. “All of America,” he added in a dreamy voice.

We both jumped and made the tree shake when we heard my mother call, “Esme! It’s time to come in for supper!”

I sighed, and looked at Peter. He rolled his eyes, and I giggled. He flung himself over the branch, and began to climb back down the tree. I took one last look at the sky, and began to follow him. I was about halfway down the tree when I felt something tug on my skirt hem. “Peter!” I hissed, “I’m stuck!”

I looked down to see Peter right below me, looking up at me. “Just pull yourself loose,” he said.

Humph,” I said, and I began to pull myself free. Using my right hand, I began to untangle the fabric from the tree. My left hand grasped the tree tightly. I was so absorbed in my work, that I didn’t notice when the branch began to snap until it fully broke. I gasped, and I found myself swirling down, and landing with a thud on the ground. I landed on my stomach and kept my eyes closed. I could feel pain everywhere, as well as blood dripping from my right leg, and through my skirt. I gave a little whimper, but otherwise stayed completely still.

“Esme!” I heard my father call. Suddenly, I felt a pair of large hands under me, turning me onto my back. I kept my eyes shut tight, and waited.

“Is she.... dead?” I heard a voice say.

“Of course not, Peter,” I heard my mother say with panic. I felt someone lift my skirt up. “I think she broke her leg,” my mother continued.

“Esme, can you hear me?” I heard my father ask. I felt more pain in my leg, and groaned.

“We have to take her to Dr. Flansy!” Peter said on my right.

“Dr. Flansy is out of town,” I heard my mother say. I could practically see the tears on her face. “He won’t be back for weeks.”

“Put her in the carriage,” I heard Father say. “We’ll take her to Dr. Cullen.”