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Amor Vincit Omnia

Summary:
Latin for "Love Conquers All," Amor Vincit Omnia will follow the life of Esme and Carlisle throughout history put forward by Stephanie Meyer.
A continuation of "Bridging The Gap" it will consist of a series of snap-shots through the eyes of Carlisle or Esme.
Following canon of Pre-Twilight and the four novels of The Twilight Saga.
Canon, EsmexCarlisle.


Notes:


1. Prologue

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What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly."
Richard Bach

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Prologue
Esme POV

"There is absolutely no hope. I only know my own fate."

Taking my youngest son's hand in hers, my newest daughter looked out onto the blanket of snow disrupted by the contrasting black of the Volturi's cloaks.

This was it. The anticipatory breaths from both sides and the thundering hearts of the wolves' were the only sound to break the tense silence that had descended down upon the clearing.

It had never occurred to me that the time that I had spent on this earth would come to an end. I have lived a grown woman's life inside the body of a twenty-six year old, yet I greedily thought it would last forever. Time, as a whole was different between vampires and humans. After I was turned I barely noticed that time was passing. Where I should have cherished each moment, where I should have taken nothing I was given for granted it was safe to say that I had not used time to the best of its advantage. I should be standing here readily facing death. I should be content that I did everything I wanted to do before coming here. I cannot say these things. I did not.

I spent the months leading up to present wondering why this would happen to us. I spent the time worrying over my missing children. I should have spent the time with the children I had with me, spent it with Nessie or loving Carlisle.

Bella stared straight ahead, the wrinkle in her brow we had all grown to know and love present as she intertwined her fingers with Edward's. A glorious stubbornness glinted in my daughter's eyes as was a fierce determination in Edward's. They were ready, they were not afraid. I was overpowered by an intense urge to take them in my arms and stand in front of them to protect them from any danger.

Yet, this pull was overruled by an even stronger pull from the man at the apex of our group. I had not felt as though I was close to crying until I heard my breath - ragged and unsteady. The only thing that would ease the pain was him. My footsteps whispered over the white fields, the snow crunching slightly as my gentle steps compacted it. I looked at them all as I passed.

Emmett, my strongest, my most brazen son was ready. His tawny eyes flickered to mine away from the resolute glare he had just had on the guard. His mouth lifted gently as he saw me pass, the cheeky dimples in his cheeks deepened as he winked. His wife, my eldest daughter stood tenaciously by his side; her feline fingers wrapped securely around Emmett's bulky wrist. How harsh was it that they would be taken away from the world and each other just as Rosalie had come to find peace in it. The gorgeous girl, now seated on Jacob's back, had given her peace-of-mind, she had finally come to absolve Carlisle's decision nearly eighty years ago because she was an aunt.

My Bella, my Edward; unyielding in their power together. How cruel was it that now, after they had just found each other, now that Edward had started to live, now that they had brought a new life into the world everything would be taken away from them.

My head dropped in recognition of my two missing children. Alice and Jasper. After we had been united fifty years ago we had not been separate except a odd number of weeks now and then. The house felt quiet without Alice, it felt tense without Jasper, it felt unusual without the two of them present.

My fingers dropped from Edward's cheek when I intertwined my fingers with his father. The pain disappeared as I felt the familiar feel of his skin on mine, his fingers joined with mine. My home, my Carlisle. Flanking my husband, there was nothing I could say at that moment. To say goodbye, was to accept fate and give up. The words I wanted to express floated around in my head but never made an appearance; they would be nothing that he did not already know. I clung to his hand tighter instead, holding on for dear life to the one person who would stop me from floating away.

"Get ready. It's starting," Bella whispered.

What did we do to deserve this?

Slowly and lovingly, Carlisle brought his thumb up to trace the crest moon on my wrist, the first scar he had ever given me. Earlier in our courtship and marriage Carlisle would always subconsciously go back to the scars in my skin. Whether we were sitting or making love he would always pay extra attention to these specific parts of my body - my neck and wrists. Our memories never faded, so while I can remember little of the transformation except the sheer pain, Carlisle could remember it all. He could remember my screams; he could remember seeing me at my most vulnerable, broken and alone on the metal table of the Ashland morgue.

He said everything and more in that one touch. It was as if the love pouring from him would soothe the pain I was suffering and it was him subconsciously remembering my change and the pain it had caused him. It was a silent I love you that only I would understand, a one that meant more than any one we had ever spoken to one another.

We were ready.

We would welcome our destiny as an undivided couple.