A/N: Minya (the narrator) is my original character, but not really a Mary Sue as she has her own set of stories on another site. When I saw Twilight, though, she immediately fell in love with Carlisle and begged me to put her in a story with him. So I guess this is a crossover? I don't know. Never written fan fiction before. Anyway, I don't own anything but Minya and Nathaniel. And sorry for the character death. It hurt me too.
I will answer
I was boarding the plane in Moscow before I stopped to think. When Nathaniel gave me the news last night I couldn't believe it. Esme was dead. It seemed impossible. I'd just seen her, not fifty years earlier. She was so young then, so vibrant! And now she was just so much dust.
I could remember when she was reborn. Carlisle was so panicked, he called me even though we hadn't spoken in more than a hundred years. He hadn't realized how hard it would be to have two newborn at once.
And here I was again, rushing to his side because of her. If I could just decide to hate him I'm sure I'd be much happier. But no matter how I tried, I couldn't turn away from him. Goddamn, Carlisle Cullen.
When I landed in Seattle, a pixie-like brunette was waiting for me. She hugged me as soon as I got off the plane and told me she was so pleased I'd come. Then we were off in a yellow Porsche, going to slow for my taste, even though I was sure she was driving more than 200 mph.
As soon as I saw the house it reminded me of Esme, big and bright and beautiful. I could sense her presence before we made it up the drive.
Edward was waiting for us in the garage. If I could cry, I would have sobbed just seeing him. For a long time I thought of him and Esme as twins, but I could see now that she was truly his mother – far better than I ever could have been.
Edward pulled me into an embrace and we just stood like that until the pixie touched my shoulder. Edward nodded and I wondered what she'd told him.
"He's upstairs," Edward whispered before he let me go. The pixie led me solemnly through the house, and I sense Esme even stronger inside. I could almost hear her voice coming from the very walls. Carlisle must be in agony.
We reached the second floor and the pixie ushered me through a set of heavy oak doors. The room was dark and smelled so heavily of Esme I knew she must be here. Looking around, I saw an ornate urn on the dresser. I crossed the room and put my hand on it. I offered a prayer then turned back to the room.
Carlisle was on the bed, curled in on himself watching me. My heart shattered. He was broken. I steeled myself and crawled up the bed to lie beside him. We just watched each other for a long time.
"I miss her." His voice was so pained I was sure my eyes would rip open with my unshed tears.
"I know."
He pulled me against him and buried his face in my collar. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
"Thank you."
If my heart could beat, it'd be skipping. Like I could say no.