Summary: Esme Platt discovers her mate in an underground cellar, where a nomadic vampire had isolated her in the dark since 1501.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
Chapter 1
Esme POV
I sobbed quietly, kneeling down to stroke the head stone of my infant son; it's been 7 years since he had passed away from Pneumonia. I hadn't recognized the signs and symptoms until it was too late, my baby died in my warm arms on the 1st December, 1876
I couldn't take the pain of his death; the funeral, my relatives and friends thought they would send me to the nut house, my husband quickly declined the idea but later couldn't put up with me grieving any longer and had left me in 1883. I was alone still in my grief; I finally decide to stop the pain for good. I'd travelled out to highest cliff I could find and literally hurled myself from cliffs edge.
The next thing I knew I'd ended up in hell. I hadn't been reunited with my son, but I felt myself being moved and the feeling wind wiping around my face, like I was still falling.
I heard the voices of two young men, the pain had paralyzed me. I realized I wasn't dead like I had hopped, but was probably being tortured by these two men. How was I alive, there was no way I survived a fall like that.
As the felt like the pain wouldn't end I heard I distant voice calling my name.
"Esme, can you hear me. Esme?" the voice said loudly, the pain was slowly subsiding and I realized a hand was holding my own. It was comforting, but it felt like ice.
"How long till it's over?" the other man had asked. Till what was over?
"About 1 hour" the older one replied.
I couldn't tell how much time had passed since I was at the cliffs, the physical pain had disappeared and the numbness had stopped circulating my body.
I took a breath and opened my eyes and was startled by beauty.
A/N – I wasn't going to do an intro, but I did anyway. The next Chapter will most likely be '90 years later' after she's been through her newborn and bloodlust years.
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