Esme 21: We Never ChangeJust hold your breath if it ever gets too hard for you, Carlisle reminded me for the hundredth time this morning as I pulled on my new jacket. I sighed and turned to the mirror, trying to style my hair.Esme 21: We Never Change6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I know, I know--you sound like you have so little trust in me! I teased lightly, tucking a lock behind my ear. I smiled at my reflection, pleased, before turning back to him.
Carlisle was tense as he handed me my sunglasses. Nervous. Just squeeze my hand--we can just run home if you ever feel tempted. I took his offered fingers eagerly.
I think Ill be fine, I told him. I dont want to kill anybody, so why should I? Still, I took a deep breath as we paused at the front door.
Ready? he asked. I stared ahead at the wood and nodded. Carlisle sighed and opened the door . The wind blew straight into my face, and it carried with it a delectable scent--so much more delicious than the deer, a hundred times
Esme 29: DisenchantedWe made it out of the crowd in no time, reaching our hotel room in only a few minutes. The memories were still loud in my head--I couldnt shake them. I had gotten control of my trembling, but I was still so shaken up; I couldnt remember ever being so terrified before. I had to erase these thoughts. I didnt care how.Esme 29: Disenchanted6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kiss me, Carlisle, I whispered as I shut our door, my sobs slowly building up inside. I leaned against the wood, blocking the exit. Carlisle turned to me with curiosity in his eyes, and I pleaded again. Kiss me. Make me forget.
Esme, what-- He didnt have a chance to continue, for I ran to him and locked my arms around his neck, crushing my lips against his. He was hesitant as he kissed me back, his hands only resting on my hips. I didnt want hesitation--I wanted passion! I wanted to forget Charles and the bruises; it was so prominent in my mind, and the only way to forget was to stop thinking. And I co
Esme 31: Revenge Carlisle POVThe encompassing rage that I was now feeling was so much stronger than that fierce jealousy of only minutes ago. That anger was nothing--like a childs anger that disappears, evaporates, once his attention is diverted.Esme 31: Revenge Carlisle POV6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This anger, this rage, however, was much more permanent, infinitely times more potent.
Esme had been beaten, and this man--this monster--was still living. Someone had dared to hurt my darling, and they were still breathing. That though--the idea that such a man would have the privilege of living--was inconceivable.
Esme had started at the beginning, the very beginning: our first meeting. She told me that she had been in love with me that first night, that I hadnt gotten out of her head until she began to be courted by Charles. Ugh! That name was infuriating to me now, unbearable. I damned that man to the deepest pits of Hell.
She told me of her hesitation to marry him, and how she had to go through with it anyway. She described the
Rose 1: Realization It took a long time for the pain to stop. And when it did, I took notice.Rose 1: Realization7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My breathing came easier, and I could concentrate on the voices around me. They stopped the moment I knew my heart had stopped beating. A few seconds of silence passed. I opened my eyes, and everything was brighter; they seemed to take in everything. Someone was holding my hand.
Rosalie? I recognized the voice: Dr. Cullen. Hed coaxed me through all my pain, and he was still here. I sat up slowly, afraid the pain would return. It didnt.
The doctor, his wife, and her brother stood at the foot of the bed, all staring intently on me. Dr. Cullen gently released my hand; it dropped with a thud next to my leg.
How are you, dear? Mrs. Cullen asked me, slowly, softly. I didnt know how to respond: I knew my voice would be hoarse from all my screaming.
I could feel the pain now--but it was a different kind of p
Esme's Wedding Day: HoneymoonWithout a doubt, this had been a perfect day; it was second only to when I realized that Carlisle loved me too. Here we stood, upon the top of a hill, experiencing the same gorgeous sunset that we had been treated to the previous day. You know, Esme, you havent had the delight of the water yet.Esme's Wedding Day: Honeymoon6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ive been enjoying the company so greatly that I forgot how much I love to swim.
How about a dip, then?
That sounds wonderful, Carlisle! Oh, but I dont have a suit. I frowned.
Yes you do. I packed your bag carefully with the help of a very kind saleswoman. Ill change into my bottoms up here and you can change on the boat; Ive already put your suit out.
Ill see you in a minute! I darted down the hill and back up to our boat. I was a bit apprehensive in lifting the suit up. But once I did, I was relieved. It was a simple tankini. Instead of straps on the arms, it would loop around my neck, an
Cullen Xmas- Carlisle and EsmeI'd been working on charts and evaluating interns in my study since Jacob had left with Renesmee. To an outsider, working on holidays would seem rather sad. But I knew the truth, and I was slightly disappointed that they insisted I stay home instead of taking any shifts. But that would mean leaving Esme alone, and that was not an option.Cullen Xmas- Carlisle and Esme6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I smiled as she began to stir, as if she were reading my thoughts. I heard her enter the bathroom and laughed as I realized she was only now removing the makeup from earlier. She had been so proud of Nessie's ability that she had me take a photograph That picture was now my screensaver. Somehow she managed to make the blue and orange appealing.
Well, work had certainly become out of the question; even after being together for over eight decades, I still felt as if I was discovering love and its power for the time. Her charm had never lost its potency, and made it ever impossible to concentrate when my mind would begin to swim with its memories, fe
Alice 5: ShockAlice? My door opened just a crack, and the light flooded the tiny cell. Williams sympathetic face appeared suddenly into view. Are you awake?Alice 5: Shock7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I was curled into a ball on my scratchy cot, staring at him. I nodded once, and he smiled. He walked slowly into the room, his hands outstretched.
Would you mind coming with me for a walk? he asked. I nodded again and got up. I was too numb to ask him where he was going to take me. I didnt care anymore.
I had cried myself out last night, and now I was an unthinking thing, numb to everything around me. I didnt care anymore.
Youre going to get your hair cut, Alice. Again, I nodded: I was on autopilot, and it was the only reaction I had anymore. I wont let them cut it too short, though--your hair is so pretty. I knew somewhere in my brain that he was trying to reassure me, but I really didnt care. Why did I need reassurance when Id already given up
Esme's Isle: Pt 1I groaned as I threw another glance to the clock--4:36 AM and twenty nine seconds. Carlisle was late coming home, and I was getting anxious.Esme's Isle: Pt 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I feel like an idiot, I sighed, looking down at the silk lingerie Id bought last week. There really wasnt much of a point to it now; I pulled it off and put my skirt and blouse back on. I crumpled the piece up into a ball and shoved it into the corner of the closet, frustrated. Carlisle and I never got to spend any quality time together anymore.
He always worked the night shift, just when I wanted him most--when Jaspers talent was spreading lust all over the house. And then he was always on call, and because we lived in a cloudy area, he was able to go out during the day, too. Even without those factors, he was so stressed when he came home--although he found his peace at the hospital, it still seemed to drain him. Doctors really were married to their jobs.
I chuckled to myself as I came across the real reason we ne
Esme 25: It's a DisasterThe sun was just peaking through the windows when I finally opened my eyes. I had not slept, of course; I savored the feel of our bodies touching, intertwining together. I curled even closer to him, resting my head on his bare shoulder and my arm wrapped around his waist.Esme 25: It's a Disaster7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Carlisle stroked my hair as he felt me stir. He looked at me with his beautiful golden eyes and touched my face. I stretched to kiss him, and he sighed, pleased, when we broke away.
Oh, Carlisle, I breathed. I never want to move. Im too happy where I am.
As am I, he whispered, brushing my hair from my face.
It was terribly, terribly hard to get up and dressed that morning.
Carlisle and I waited in for Edward in the hotel lobby--he was going to check with us to see how long we thought we would be gone. Carlisles arm was around my back and I hugged his waist; our attention was fixed on the door. He would find us soon enough.
I giggled, embarrassed. Edward
Esme 15: The Hazards of LoveI was in a numb haze as I meandered around town--it was cold and it was dark and I couldnt quite remember how Id gotten here. All I could think of was my son, my son--Id lost him--I had to find him. He had to be here! I couldnt live without him! What was I anymore if I wasnt a mother?Esme 15: The Hazards of Love6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Without thinking, I stumbled out of the city limits, clutching my jacket closely around myself, trying to keep the biting wind away. My caramel hair blew in my face and eyes, temporarily blinding me. My gray eyes searched for him--the soft peachy skin, the pudgy hands, the tiny feet. The fuzzy brown hair and soft brown eyes. Where was he?
Suddenly, I was at the cliffs, near the edge of Lake Superior. I could hear the gentle lapping of the soft current--it was soothing to the ear. Numbly and guided simply by the dim moonlight, I walked to the periphery of the cliff, my toes hugging the rock. I looked down: sharp rocks protruded at the bottom. I looked up, out onto the lake whe
Esme 14: My HeartMy baby was born on April 26th, just a few days short of my due date. I had given birth in my room under Mrs. Williams' close supervision and midwifery--I was intensely lucky that the late Mr. Williams had been a doctor.Esme 14: My Heart6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
My baby was a sweet boy of six pounds and seven ounces; he fit comfortably in the crook of my arm. It was like I had been built to hold him--it was so natural, so comfortable for me. He rested at my chest, heartbeat against heartbeat, and I cried with happiness.
It was my baby, my son. Chubby cheeks and big eyes of soft brown--such a darling. I never wanted to let him go. I loved him more than I had ever imagined before--his happiness was my happiness, his sadness mine. Those nine months had connected us in an impossible and brilliant way, and I was irrevocably tied to him.
Mrs. Williams and the other women let me be in my secluded ecstasy as I played with my son. I tickled his tiny, wrinkled toes, and marveled at his perfect hands. I watched him yawn to
Rose 9: Revenge I was in my closet once again, searching for the right outfit to murder Royce in. Not the outfit Id died in, no; that one was old, and Id killed my last four victims in it. What would be best for Royce?Rose 9: Revenge7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I sighed, throwing the last shirt on the ground. My closet was bare now, nothing satisfying me. I started to think.
And then I got it. A wedding dress.
But I didnt own one, and I didnt want to desiccate Esmes .
So Id have to steal one. It wouldnt get dirty, so Id be able to return it. Yes, that would work out fine.
I cleaned up my room, putting everything in its proper place.
I have an errand to run; Ill be back soon! I called to my new family, rushing down the stairs.
Nice plan, Edward murmured from the living room, and I flashed him a smile.
The dress shop was empty when I got there; the owner had stepped out. I smile
Esme 30: Chaos Carlisle's POVThe city was absolutely packed with people everywhere, and I glanced down warily at my wife: she was new to this, and I worried for her self-control. As she lead me though the crowd, I leaned down to whisper, We can go at any time--I dont want to push your control, but before I could, Esme gently brushed against a human when she turned to look at me. They both turned to each other in the same second, and Esme froze as she examined the woman; I couldnt guess why. She leaned to the woman to whisper something, something I couldnt hear--the womans expression turned into one of confusion and amazement. As Esme straightened back up, she began to tremble. Her eyes had a far-away look in them, and it frightened me.Esme 30: Chaos Carlisle's POV6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Esme? I murmured. Esme, darling? I tightened my hand over hers.
A rough voice called the name, Grace! and the woman Esme had whispered to turned, but I couldnt tell who had called her name in this vast cro
Carlisle and Esme- 101 HeartsMy being a romantic has never shocked my family, but the fact that I didn't understand Valentine's Day, does. I couldn't grasp the point of it; why did we need a special day for love? Shouldn't we express it every day?Carlisle and Esme- 101 Hearts5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Carlisle was always nervous on Valentine's Day; he got me cards, jewelry, everything one could wish for, in the hopes that I would see the magic of that day in February. Of course I appreciated it, and I would get him things that I felt he would enjoy, but physical tokens truly never matter in the end.
And despite the fact that Carlisle spoiled me beyond anyone's worth, I wasn't prepared to see the lights on my way home. Our house was basked in a warm golden glow, inside and out.
"What on God's green earth?" I whispered to myself.
As I pulled Carlisle's gift out of the car with me, I was hit with his signature scent, and something else. Something sweet, comparable to candy.
I reached the porch to find a line of conversation hearts candies, with a word on each. "Love begi
Carlisle: Bend and BreakI leaned my chin against my hand, letting my arm support my head for a while; it was an old human habit, but I had found myself doing it often. It was a human sign of boredom, and I had been bored for a while now. Edward was nice company, of course; anything was better than the solitude Id been living with for I didnt know how many years. But it was hard having a conversation when the other person knew what you were going to say as soon as you knew yourself.Carlisle: Bend and Break6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I sighed, staring out of the side window. The wind was picking up; every gust hit the hospitals outside wall with a bang. It was nearly four--I had only a half-hour to sit here before going home.
Carlisle, we really dont need you here tonight, Dr. Johnson called, noticing my bored figure. I turned to look at him. No ones been in for the past few hours, and Ive already sent Rob home. You dont have to stay.
I shrugged--it really didnt
Carlisle 2: WarnedI dressed fairly quickly, eager to leave the house, but repulsed by the idea of returning to the scene of my dream. I eventually decided to take the longer route to my fathers church, turning a swift left as I exited through the door.Carlisle 2: Warned7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The London streets were as dirty and crowded as always; I tried to walk slowly, to draw out the time, but I couldnt help walk quicker than average as I passed the numerous beggars on the street. I cut through a back alley or two to escape, and before I could understand what had just happen, I was standing in front of the church.
I sighed. It was only a dream, anyway. What was there to be so worked up about?
Either way, my steps up the stairs were timid ones.
My father was already at his podium, his silver-blonde hair refracting the light just as it had in my dream. His forehead was puckered as he read something--I couldnt see what, but I assumed it was his sermon. I wasnt ready to disturb him yet--I was too terrified of
Alice 2: FearMy punishment last night had been simple and mundane: I was forced straight to bed without dinner. I was so used to such treatment that it hardly fazed me anymore.Alice 2: Fear7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mother woke Cynthia and I early the next morning. It was Sunday; time for church.
We left home quickly; I assumed we were running late. Our Model T clucked down the road, and I gazed out the window, bored. Before I knew it, I was daydreaming, and the scene of the countryside was replaced with my fantasies.
I helped the Wright Brothers get their plane off of Kitty Hawk; I hid behind enemy lines to run supplies to the Red Baron. My heart pumped with excitement; the wind rushed against my face.
Too soon--far too soon--we arrived at the church. I leapt out of the car, jogging to catch up with my family--with ice in my heart I realized that they wouldnt have minded if I had stayed in the car.
They always pretended to be a perfect family of three when I wasnt tagging along--I was too abnormal for their picture of happi
Esme 23: We IntertwinedWhere are you taking me, Carlisle? I laughed as he pulled me along, holding my fingers tightly in his.Esme 23: We Intertwined7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Youll see, he responded, turning to look over his shoulder at me. His topaz eyes gleamed with excitement and he squeezed our twined fingers. I laughed again, and stopped protesting. I would go wherever Carlisle would lead me.
The sun was shining persistently through a thin layer of clouds, and it made our pale skin reflect like diamonds; Carlisles hair seemed to glow in the early evening light.
We ran at a pace that was just slightly above a humans until Carlisle finally pulled me up to the top of a small, green hill; one big weeping willow sat a little to the left.
And right under it was a red-and-white checkered blanket. Atop it was a wicker basket.
A picnic! I laughed, surprised. I was amazed at how a trite little human activity could please me so much.
For you, my dear. And Carlisle bowed, kissing the hand he still held.
Esme 5: Time BombThe year of 1918 was the greatest year Id had in a long time. The first few months Charles was gone were strange, hopeful; I feared that he would be sent back home, unable to perform in the army for some reason. But then, as I got into the habit of living alone, it was so peaceful, so happy. The dark bruises faded, the purple turning blue until fading completely back into my skin.Esme 5: Time Bomb6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How odd it was, in the summertime, when there was no mark left on my arms! To wear short sleeves again! And my back--how gloriously blissful to bend and stretch!
I healed, mentally as well as physically. My hope was restored, my life rekindled. The dread and fear was no longer wrapped around my heart--I felt so light with this new freedom. I could eat what I wanted, sleep when I wanted, wear what I wanted. The only black cloud in this overwhelming happiness formed in a late December night.
Laura and Essie were over, the third time in a week. We were wrapped up in blankets, sipping some hot cocoa,
Carlisle 4: AttackA week passed with surprising monotony--I had assumed that I would be overcome with fright by the end of it. Instead, I was calm. The holy water sat in vials in my pockets, and a small wooden cross hug from my neck on a leather band. A careworn Bible was safe in my hands. I was prepared for this--I was prepared for my death, if it would come to that. I would fight this thing, this enemy of God. It would die, even if I had to go with it.Carlisle 4: Attack7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A small group of my fathers most faithful members would be meeting me here at the church very soon. Once everyone was here, we would light our torches and walk to the covens hideout, where we would find and destroy these demons. I would quote scripture and douse them in holy water as my friends burned them. They would be annihilated at all costs. We would never get back the lives that had been taken, and if it took my life to save countless others, then it would be worth it.
We were waiting for nightfall--we had at best ten more minutes befo
Esme 1: I Was MarriedI stared at my reflection for a good long time, trying not to think too hard. My face was remarkably pale, nearly as white as my wedding dress. My caramel hair curled softly to my shoulders, and my gray eyes were curiously dead. No one would notice them, however, as I walked down the aisle--no one would notice the look of fear that presented itself in the very way I held my body. My fear and my uncertainty. Simply a smile, and I would look like the perfect bride to any outsider. I tried to pull up my lips, but I stopped when I realized I would burst into tears if I did.Esme 1: I Was Married7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was a soft knock on my door. Come in, I called, my voice hoarse.
It creaked open, and two faces peeked into the room. One gasped and one cooed, and my two best friends came to my side. Laura kneeled to me and clasped my hands; Estelle wrapped her arms around my neck, her head on my shoulder.
Oh, Esme! Laura breathed, her blue eyes wide. You look so beautiful!
Grieving and Second-GuessingEmmett, help! we heard Rosalie call, miles away, from Tanyas house. The phrase scared to death ran through my head, as we were all startled by her sudden outburst. She ran from the house, heading straight for Emmett. I glanced at Carlisles face, confused.Grieving and Second-Guessing7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As soon as she reached us, Rosalie threw herself into Emmetts arms. She sobbed hysterically, and we crowded around her, curious for information.
Rosalie, dear? I was the first to reach her; I touched her back lightly. Jasper started to use his talent, trying to calm her down. The sobbing stopped, but she continued to cling to Emmetts chest.
Rose? Sweetie? Emmett cooed, stroking her hair. Whats wrong?
Edward! she gasped. I told him--Alice--Volturi-- She continued on with gibberish, but the first words were the only ones that mattered.
Volturi? Carlisle demanded, his voice sharp. What about the Volturi? A
Rose 6: The First Attack It was mid-afternoon when the news of the murder reached me.Rose 6: The First Attack7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Olivia walked swiftly into the parlor where I sat, lost in thought.
Mr. King! she cried, tears slowly making their way down her face. I looked up at her expectantly. Mr. King, a detective is on the phone. He wishes to speak to you. Its about Mr. Stanley.
What is it? I asked, standing up. She only bit her lip, keeping her emotions in. I dashed to the kitchen, picking up the phone from the counter.
Mr. King? This is Detective Zullo. Id like you to come down to the Hotel Newport as soon as possible. I think theres something you may be interested in knowing.
I put my coat on and called a cab. Mr. Zullo met me in the front of the building, warning me that what he wanted to show me may disturb me. I brushed off the warnings, following him to Johns room. My heart sped up as the detective tur
Happy Belated, StareyedinLAAlice scoffed at the TV. By my unofficial count, that was the 322nd time shed made any sort of remark since the Project Runway marathon had begun. And although my account was unofficial, I knew that it was right on.Happy Belated, StareyedinLA6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Eugh! You just cant combine animal prints like that! Why dont you say anything, Tim? Tim. That was the 108th time shed referenced him.
I sighed. Alice got all the fun. She wouldnt even let me play the piano! How could I, with all of my 6 feet 2 inch stature, be controlled by a younger girl who was a foot shorter?
Oh, well. I was the mature one. I could wait this storm out. Frustrated, I hit play on my iPod and let Bach drown away my irritation. Or try to, at least.
Although I was normally very good at bottling up my emotions, my brothers were not as skilled. Jasper had an elaborate chess game set up in the corner that he played by himself while simultaneously going through some old psychology books; he was obviously bo