Esme's Human

by Kaamokset

Everyone knows the story of Carlisle and Esme but what if he hadn't been the first vampire that she ever met? What if someone else got there first...and was thwarted? This is the story of how Esme found freedom from abuse through the Vampire community and how the Mainstreaming movement was started by the passion of the young human Suffragist in 1920's New York. M for language.

1. Chapter 1

Notes:

Right, where to begin?

So, recently, I have been thinking quite a lot about equality for women (don't get me started and, yes, I am female myself) and so I decided to come back to this fic that I started a few months ago.

This was actually meant to be a prequel to a fic series I wrote but haven't uploaded which is based in the True Blood universe so the characteristics of vampires are True Blood-based. The idea of this is to make a statement about Suffrage and female empowerment, I guess.

Furthermore, though there is nothing too explicit, please for God's sake don't read this if you find the idea of homosexuality uncomfortable.

And to clarify, Esme and Beatrice are the same person - 'Esme' is Carlisle's Esme and 'Bea' is Nan's Esme. Plus 'Roman Zimojic' is the leader of the Authority which is the Vampire government that Nan works for. Also 'Evenson' Esme's married name and the cliff that Mrs Evenson jumps off may not actually exist in Seattle (I don't know, I've never been) so just roll with it.

Lastly, Esme's abusive husband Charles meets a rather untimely death, so y'all can play 'Whodunnit' while you read the fic.

Enjoy! ;)

Chapter 1

Seattle, January 1922

The tang of blood was overwhelming, even with the door closed. What had happened was fairly obvious. Why or even how, was less so.

Nevertheless, the intrepid Detective Peters opened the door to find out. He immediately slammed it shut again.

"Johnson, Parry," he said to his young new recruits, face taut. "I want you two to wait outside by the motor car."

"Sir?" Parry, the bolder of the two, asked.

"Please," Peters said thickly. "I don't want this to be your first body."

Looking confused, the pair retreated, leaving the more hardened officers to go inside.

With a gag, Detective Brice understood why this crime wasn't suitable for the younger men's eyes.

"Fuck," he swore, allowing his brain to compute the fact that the colour on the walls was not put there by paintbrush.

But what lay in the middle of the room was perhaps more horrifying. The solids.

"What on God's Earth?" whispered another officer, eyes wide with perhaps a delayed reaction.

Later he would be sobbing.

"Gents," said Peters solemnly, calling on every ounce of strength that he possessed. "Lets keep the cameras out of this one. The public doesn't need to see this."