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.
2. Chapter 2
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“Carlisle Cullen?” Peter asked on my right. “But isn’t
he supposed to be, well, a little...”
I felt the ground shake as my father stood up, beside
me. “Dr. Cullen,” he snapped, “Is, from what I’ve heard,
a nice man, and a wonderful doctor. He’s also, at this
moment, our only hope.”
“Mr. Platt,” I heard Peter mutter, “He’s very strange,”
I heard Peter sigh, and I imagined him glancing at me.
Are you sure she’ll be alright?”
I heard my father groan. “Peter, have faith in the
man. He is a very good doctor. Sure he’s young, but he’s
traveled around the world practicing medicine. He’s
trained with the finest doctors in the country, and they’ve
had nothing but good things to say about him. We’re
lucky to have Dr. Cullen, and I have no doubt our Esme
will be safe under his care.”
Suddenly, I felt a large pair of hands under me as
my father held me in his arms. My father was strong for
his age, and had little trouble carrying his sixteen-
year-old daughter. I slowly opened my eyes. I looked up
at my him. “Papa, it hurts,” I choked out.
“I know,” he whispered. Out of the corner of my eye,
I saw my father turn to my mother, who I almost forgot
had been there. “Darling,” he began, “stay here and
watch the others. I’ll be back soon.”
My ears were ringing, and I was unable to hear her
answer. Nevertheless, I felt my father carry me to the
stable. I closed my eyes against the cold night, as small
ears sailed down my cheeks. Pain. Only pain. No, blood,
tears, and pain. I tried to think about other things, but
my thoughts continued to circle around the situation at
“Peter,” my father said as I felt him carry me into the
carriage, “Will your parents mind if you came along? You
might be needed.”
“Of course. Whatever you need, Mr. Platt.”
I felt my head placed on a small lap. I opened my
eyes a bit, and looked up at Peter. He was looking out
into the distance, and I closed my eyes again. I gasped
when Father lurched the carriage forward. I felt Peter’s
hand fall to mine. They were hot, and very sticky, but I
appreciated my friend’s gesture. I tried to breathe. I
took slow, deep breaths, and let the cold air seep
through my system. It didn’t work. Tears weren’t falling
anymore. Crying took up to much energy. I’d rather be
sleeping in Peter’s lap anyway. I knew I had to stay
awake, though. I couldn’t help but think of Dr. Cullen,
and what a mysterious man he was. I had only heard of
him once when his name was said at dinner, and I had
never seen him before in my life.
“Is she alright back there?” my father yelled back to
“She’s fine,” Peter said above me.
I felt Peter squeeze my hand tighter. As we rode
through the night, my pain began to cease. It was either
that, or I had become so used to it, that it didn’t feel
painful anymore. That scared me a bit as I began to
wonder how much time had passed. I began to feel
sleepy, against my will, and slowly fell into a light sleep,
with Peter’s hand in mine.
I awoke to the involuntary feeling of being lifted into
the air. Much of the pain had ceased, but it was still
“Dad?” I asked, trying to reach his face, above me.
“I’m here, Esme,” he said.
His voice came from somewhere I didn’t expect. If he
wasn’t carrying me, then, who was?
“Peter?” I tried again.
His voice wasn’t where I thought, either.
I snapped my eyes open, and gasped when I saw who
was holding me.
His yellow hair was messy, and it hung over his face.
He had golden eyes, and pale white skin. Dark circles
surrounded his eyes, I guess from lack of sleep. His face
made it hard for me to believe he was just a doctor. He
was the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life.
His skin felt cool under my touch, and his strong arms
made me feel safe and secure.
I gasped when he looked down at me, and blinked,
making sure I wasn’t dreaming. His smile was
breathtaking, and it made him seem loving, and
compassionate. I felt so secure, that I smiled back into
his eyes, despite how the rest of my body felt.
Suddenly, Dr. Cullen carried me into the hospital,
while Father held the door for him. He and Peter scurried
along behind Dr. Cullen and I into a large room on the
second floor. Dr. Cullen set me down on a little bed,
and turned to look for tools on a table in the corner.
“Father, Peter,” I choked, “You don’t need to be in
here while he does this.”
The two of them started to argue when Dr. Cullen
turned to them. “She’s right,” he agreed, “You can wait
downstairs until she’s done.”
I could tell that they wanted to stay here with me, but
they didn’t argue. I couldn’t think of any reason why
they’d want to argue with Dr. Cullen, anyway. Who would?
He was unhumanly gorgeous, and he was probably really
good at what he did. Words started to run through my
mind like handsome, brilliance, stunning.....
My thoughts were otherwise engaged when I felt a
stabbing pain in my leg. I closed my eyes, and all I
could feel was the sharp tip of a knife in my calf. I forgot
everything, in order to make room for the pain that
swelled my body. I forgot that father and Peter were
downstairs, I forgot why I was here, I forgot Dr. Cullen -
well, maybe not Dr. Cullen. He wasn’t the sort of person
that you easily forgot. Still, I seemed apart from
anything, the pain being my only companion.
“Calm down,” I heard Dr. Cullen say, in a voice that
convinced me that this was all a dream, or maybe a
nightmare. “I’m almost done.”
I sighed. Almost done. Just calm down, Esme. I found
it impossible to follow my own advice, though, not only
because of the pain, but because of the doctor helping
I breathed deeply, in and out, and it helped a little.
And, just as soon as I started this exercise, I heard Dr.
Cullen’s voice above me.
“Alright, Miss Platt, it’s over.”
I felt a sigh of relief rumble through my body, and I
tried to commit the sound of his voice saying my name
to memory. I slowly opened my eyes, and had to blink a
few times, just to see if the man above me would fade
I tried to think of something clever and witty to say,
something charming that would set me apart from other
girls my age, but instead, I said in a rush, “Thank you,
Dr. Cullen.” My voice was raspy, and I hardly recognized
it as my own.
He smiled. “Anytime.”
I jumped when I heard footsteps trailing down the
hallway. Father and Peter entered the room with worried
expressions on their faces. They looked at me, and then
focused their attention on Dr. Cullen, waiting for him to
“She’s going to be fine,” he assured them. Father and
Peter’s faces dropped in relief at this. Dr. Cullen reached
behind him to grab a clip board off of the table. He got a
pen and started scribbling on the white paper. “Yes,” he
continued, “She’s did quite well during the operation.
However, I wish to keep her here overnight, just-“
”Actually,” Father spoke up, “Would it be alright to
take her home tonight? I need to be home to work, and
I’d feel better if I could keep my eye on her.”
I looked at Dr. Cullen, who had an expression on his
face like he was deep in thought. How I wanted to stay
here with him for just a few more hours.
“I don’t think,” He said, setting his clipboard back on
the table, “that that is such a good idea.”
Father frowned. “Didn’t you say that she was going to
“Yes,” Dr. Cullen agreed, “but I’d still like to keep her
in the hospital overnight, just in case.” My father started
to argue, but Dr. Cullen held his hand up to stop him.
“How about we let Esme decide?”
All three men turned their eyes toward me, and it
made me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t want to cause my
family and worry, but I didn’t want to leave Dr. Cullen,
“I think I’ll stay here,” I finally said, “If that’s alright.”
“Certainly,” Dr. Dullen said, standing up. “I’ll just tell
Dr. Stewards to keep and eye on you. You see, I’m
leaving in a few days for Washington. I’ve been
reassigned to a hospital there. I need to go home and
My face went red, and I looked at my father, thinking
of an excuse. Now that I knew Dr. Cullen wouldn’t be
here, I really had no desire to stay.
“On the second thought,” I commented, “mother
would probably rather me be with her.”
Father nodded, and bent down to pick me up, and
Peter held the door open to let him out. I looked back at
Dr. Cullen, watching him disappear as we turned the
corner. I hated to think that this was the last time that I
would ever see Carlisle Cullen again.