AN: I've recently felt the need to write Carlisle/Esme, and this is what came up. I don't know if there will be a continue, but let's all hope so!

I'd kind of like to thanks both the Breaking Dawn part 2 movie and my very dear friend EmmaLupinCutterCullenWho for making me see this ship in ways I didn't do before :P

I feel like I'm betraying the HP fandom, but seriously, can't we all just get along? Who cares if some people like Twilight and some doesn't? Let's stop the fandom wars.

Disclaimer: I don't know Twilight or any characters, they're all Stephenie Meyers.

Esme's POV.

The pain finally faded away.

My senses were heightened. Even without opening my eyes I could sense that I was in a wooden house by the sound of someone moving around in the store under this one.

There was a wonderful smell swirling above me. I greedily drew it in – so sweet. I wanted to know what smelled so good. I opened my eyes.

I could see the smallest corn of dust in the furthest corner in the ceiling of the room. I moved my eyes in around but saw nothing but more ceiling, and turned my head to the left where the scent descended from.

It was like seeing the sun for the first time. Beautiful golden eyes staring down at me, filled with compassion and worry.

His hair was a golden blonde and laying perfectly smooth on his head; not a hair out of place.

His face and features was symmetric and so beautiful I could hardly describe them. Marked cheekbones, perfectly straight nose, flawlessly formed lips, a set and smooth jaw and such kind eyes.

I could remember him. I'd definitely seen him before.

Carlisle Cullen.

The doctor who took care of me after I fell out of a tree when I was sixteen.

I remembered the pain of my leg breaking, but my body felt hard all over now. I felt insestructable, and I doubted I'd ever break anything again. I don't know what happened to me, but that's what it felt like.

I remembered Doctor Cullen ever so lightly touching my leg to detect the harm. I remembered the crush that emerged when I met him at sixteen, and I never forgot him through my failed marriage and childbirth.

Right.

I remembered my marriage to the husband my parents chose for me – Charles Evenson who beat me regurlarly. I left him when I became pregnant.

And the pregnancy ended it all. After my son died I flung myself off a cliff, wanting nothing more than to disappear from earth and be reunited with my son.

Then why was I here, clearly alive?

"Where am I?"

I flinched by the sound of my own voice. It wasn't like usual – it was a high, twittering version of it, which scared me. My hands instinctively flew to my throat. "What happened?"

Carlisle placed a hand on my arm, and I almost flinched away. I felt on my guard, like if someone touching me was a threat.

But Carlisle's hand was meant to sooth me. I could feel it.

I decided to sit up – no point in laying down like a handicap when I felt able to knock the whole house down.

In the moment I decided so, in a flash, I was already sitting.

This scared me more than anything.

I stared at Carlisle, who had let his hand fall to his lap when I moved, with big eyes. "Carlisle?"

His eyes lightened up a bit. "Esme."

I could hear footsteps approaching the room, and my head whipped in the direction of them. Why was I so on guard? I'd never been like this before.

A young man stepped into the room, with the same golden eyes and pale skin as Carlisle. His hair had the colour of bronze and he looked at me curiously.

Carlisle called my attention back to him. "Esme, do you remember what happened to you before you woke up here?"

Despite my overwhelming desire to know why I was here, I concentrated to do as he said. "I jumped off a cliff. I know I hit the ground, I remember the pain. Then... I thougth I was going to die, and then this terrible pain started, and I was sure I'd come to hell."

Carlisle smiled knowingly. "You're not in hell," he said, but the bronze-haired man snorted.

"Where am I, then?" I asked, more pointedly than I'd intentioned it to sound.

Carlisle's smile faded. "Some wanderers found you by the cliff, broken and still. They took you to the hospital, and the doctors decided that you were dead and sent you off to the morgue-house. You'd only been there for a little while when I got there, and I could hear your heart beating, very weakly. I had two choices – either to let you die there or to save you, in a damned way, which I didn't know if you would ever have wanted for yourself. But as I remembered the girl with the broken leg, and how happy she had been, and then the woman she'd become, and the things she must have been through to make her jump off a cliff, and decided that I wanted to give her a second chance to live, no matter how damned that life was."

I opened my mouth slowly, and asked, "What is this 'damned way' of saving me? What is it I've become?" Second by second I became more and more aware of the changes in me. I was cold and hard, hard as stone. I was a whole lot paler than before, like Carlisle and the other man in the room. My sense of smell, hearing, taste and sight, and worst of all; my heart wasn't beating.

His face looked pained. "I turned you into a vampire."

My first impulse was to laugh. Vampires didn't exist. But, as I thought about it, Carlisle didn't exactly seem human. And what had I heard about vampires – pale as snow, and so beautiful no human could resist them? That description certainly fit Carlisle.

The bronze-haired man snorted again.

But what about the rest? The garlic, sleeping in coffins during the day because the sun would kill them and turning into a bat at will?

The snorting man now let out a small laugh. I wondered what was so funny.

I turned my head to look at Carlisle. "Is that what this is? I'm a vampire?"

His eyes seemed to darken. "Yes."

"Is that what you are?"

"Yes."

"So you bit me to let me live."

"Yes."

"What does this mean? What does being a vampire mean?"

"It means you're immortal. You can live forever. You're indestructable and so strong and fast no one will ever be able to outrun or beat you."

"What about garlic and bats? Coffins? The sun?"

He laughed a little. "Myth. I've never sensed anything special about garlic, I'm not able to change form, the sun isn't dangerious but nothing to show a human, and I never sleep."

"You never sleep?"

"Never."

Hm.

"What is it that happens in the sun?"

He smiled. "You'll have to see for yourself someday.

The most feared question reached my mind. "What do we... feed?"

Carlisle once again looked pained. "Most vampires feed on human blood. But we don't," he quickly added as he saw my horrified expression, "We feed on animal blood. It's hard to resist humans once you smell them – it drives most of us wild with thirst – but we've learnt to resist it."

I swallowed. "So if I... smell... a human, I probably will kill him or her?"

"Not for sure. If you're able to control yourself, you don't have to."

I sighed and looked out the window in the room, where I could see a misty forest. I didn't know what to think. Having to accept that I've become a vampire was bearable, but having to kill humans? Destroy hundreds of people's lives because I was thirsty?

"Amazing," I heard the second man murmur.

Carlisle guestured towards him. "Esme, this is Edward, my son in all but blood. I bit him as well. He can read minds, and I suppose that's why he's been laughing."

"At me?" I asked, a bit worried. He could read minds? How was that possible?

Edward smiled. "Partly, but because of Carlisle as well. And to answer your question – some of us bring our strongest traits as humans to our second life. I must have been a person-reader even back then."

Carlisle interrupted. "May I get to know what's 'amazing'?"

Edward threw another glance at me before looking at him. "She's seeing this whole thing so differently from how I did. She's OK with becoming a vampire, but she's the most worried about killing and destroying people's lives. She's quite a bit like you, actually."

I looked at Edward curiously. How had he thought in the beginning?

Edward looked back at me. "I thought I could do nothing about the killing, despite what Carlisle told me. I didn't think there was any way to go against our nature. But you're already set on doing it."

"She hasn't smelled anything yet," Carlisle reminded him. "Her mind probably won't be as set as soon as she smells a human."

The burn in my throat, that had been dull but present ever since I woke up, slowly started becoming more unbearable.

"As a matter of fact," Edward said, "I'm going out to check the woods for humans so she can hunt." And in a flash, he was gone.