A Short Insight into the Life of Esme Anne Platt Evenson Cullen, a twilight fanfic

AN:

* I will try to publish a short form of the Twilight Saga in Esme's view although no promises..

I was born in 1895 and grew up on a farm outside of Columbus, Ohio. As a child, I lived a happy life, although in my teen years I found it hard to conform to the behavior that was expected of a respectable young lady at the time.

Although I mentioned it to no one at the time, meeting Carlisle affected me deeply.

In 1911, I fell and broke her leg while climbing a tree. The local doctor was away, and I ended up being treated by Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Although I mentioned it to no one at the time, meeting Carlisle affected me deeply. He was unlike anyone I had ever met—genuinely thoughtful, and truly interested in what I had to say. Unfortunately, he was in town only briefly and soon left, but I never forgot him.

My friends began to marry, and before long I was the only one still unwed. I wanted to fall in love myself, but I never found anyone who measured up to my memory of Carlisle. I tried to persuade my father to allow me to pursue a teaching position in the West, but he didn't think it was respectable for a lady to live alone in the wilds. Instead, my father pressured me to accept the son of a family friend who wanted to marry me. Several years my senior, Charles Evenson had good prospects. I was indifferent to Charles, but not opposed to him, so I agreed to the marriage to please my father.

I quickly discovered that the marriage was a mistake; Charles's public face was very different from his private one. He physically abused me. My parents rejected my plea for asylum; they counseled me to be a ― good wife and to keep quiet. When Charles left to fight in World War I, it was an enormous relief. When he returned unscathed in 1919, it was a nightmare.

Soon after his return, I became pregnant. The baby was my motivation to escape—I would not bring a child into Charles's home. I ran away and went to stay with a cousin in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. When my husband discovered my whereabouts, I fled to Ashland, Wisconsin, where I posed as a war widow. In order to support myself, I pursued my old dream of being a schoolteacher.

I began building a life for myself and my baby. I loved the unborn child more than my own life. But two days after my son was born, he died of lung fever. Feeling as if I had lost everything, I walked to a cliff outside of town and threw myself from it.

I regained consciousness in excruciating pain. Despite the pain, I was amazed to see Carlisle again, not sure if I was in heaven or hell. When the transformation was over,

Carlisle explained that he'd turned me into a vampire in order to save my life. I was not as upset as he had expected. Adjusting to my new vampire nature had its challenges, and there were times when the call of human blood was too strong for me to resist; still, I was happy to be with the man I'd always idolized. My youthful crush transitioned easily into full-fledged love.

Before long, Carlisle and I were married. I never lost my maternal instincts, and as the oldest of the Cullens, I automatically fell into a mothering role for Edward and, later, the other members of the family.