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Games of Fate

Summary:
There are those that want to use her.
There are those that want to protect her.
Why is a seven year old girl so important? Vampires, werewolves, military men, and a small child all will come together and their choices will either save or kill them all.


Notes:
I do not own nor do I make money from the twilight world. I do however play in that playground.


2. Chapter 2: Esme & Carlisle

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Esme
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She is so small and so broken. My heart aches at the sight of her, and I cannot help but to take her in my arms and cuddle her close. The bruises cover her entire body, and this time there is blood in her hair. This is the worst I have ever seen her, and I am helpless to stop this little girl’s torture. I pull her even closer offering her comfort as she cries. It is the only thing I can give her.

Shhhhhhh… shhhhhh.

If I could cry, I would. I am not a violent creature, but the rage inside my heart is growing exponentially. Not even Carlisle could calm me down right now. Right now, all I want is to rip my angel’s parents apart.

You are alive. You will survive. You will thrive.

I rock the girl gently in my arms until her body-shaking sobs die down to little hiccups. She pulls away from me slightly looking into my eyes. Her dark brown eyes are so sad and wise beyond her years. How can someone hurt something so precious?

“You’re not real,” she whimpers. “When I wake up, I’ll still be in my bedroom, and you won’t be here.”

“Oh, sweetie,” I pull her closer, “if I could be in your life other than your dreams I would. I would take you away. I promise. If I knew where you were in the world, nothing could stop me. Nothing.”

She looks up at me again, and I see a flicker of hope in her eyes. Hope that life for her could be different.

“Remember,” I tell her, “You are alive. You will survive. You will thrive. I know this, little one. Remember that always for me.”

I stand and lift her into my arms walking the two of us over to a table with a game set up on it. We start playing checkers, and telling each other secrets. I try to find out where she is or anything that could help me find her, but I never do. I get her to smile, and for a very short time, she is happy. I can feel it.

Then she is gone. I find myself in the arms of a very worried husband. I take a finger and smooth out the worry lines between his eyes. The emotion of his eyes betrays his calm exterior. He is scared.

“What the hell happened?” His voice is soft, but full of fear.

“What are you talking about,” I answer sleepily. Then it hits me I was asleep. Vampires don’t sleep.

“We were hunting. I just finished a kill when started to look for you. I found you on the forest floor unconscious.” He pulls me closer to him. “I didn’t know what happened or what was going on…” He kisses my temple gently. “I never felt so scared or helpless.” Another kiss, “If Edward hadn’t of come by, and told me what was going on in your head and that you were okay, I don’t know what I would have done.”

I turn in his arms, and place a gentle kiss on his neck. I don’t want him to be scared. I don’t want him to worry, but I have no idea what happened either.

“Edward told us you were dreaming.”

“No, I don’t think that’s what was happening. It felt too real.” I sit up a little straighter; Carlisle never lets go of me. “It was like I was there. I think this girl pulled me into her dream.”

His face scrunches in deep thought. My words were running though his head.

“Who is she, love?”

‘I don’t know. She is just a little girl, maybe about six or seven years old, and oh my god, Carlisle, she is being hurt. She was covered with bruises. There was blood caked in her hair, and I could feel all her bones. It’s as if they were starving her. “My body shook with my sobbing. I was suddenly aware of the others walking into the room. “I don’t know what is happening. It felt so real. I could smell the blood, but I didn’t feel the burn. I could feel the warmth of her skin on my arms. Carlisle, I don’t think it was a dream. I think I was actually there with her. What’s happening to me?”

My husband pulled me onto his lap, and gently rocked me. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I can assure you I am going to find out.”

His honey voice calmed me, and I knew he would help me. I knew I was safe and loved. But the tiny girl was still out there. She was still in danger, and for the moment, there was nothing I could do about it.