Disclaimer:

Twilight and all characters included belong to Stephanie Meyer, I own nothing at all. I am merely a muse filling in the blanks to a story she shouldn't have missed out.

Esme was my soul. My whole purpose of being. The life of my existence. My world revolved around her. A fateful meeting in 1911 embedded her into my mind and since that day forward her entire entity has consumed my every thought.

1921

Carlisle POV

Edward had bade me farewell that evening just as he would any other day. I had headed to the hospital with the intention of giving my working notice, we could not stay in Ashland any longer, it was a wonder why no one was questioning my age or unchanging physical appearance at all. We couldn't afford to risk it any further.

I arrived at the hospital at my normal time, fifteen minutes before my shift was due to start and so with plenty of time I headed off to find the ward manager. His scent still lingered in the air so it wasn't difficult to track where he would be. I wasn't much paying attention to where I was walking, just letting my senses guide me. The slight flutter of a heartbeat did not seem abnormal to me, it was a hospital after all, weak heartbeats were something that could not be avoided. It was only when I glanced at the sign on a passing door did I realise where I was; 'Morgue'. A quick glance around told me there were no other humans in my vicinity, there were no treating rooms or wards near the morgue at all. Strange. Quick as a flash I opened the door, met by the sight of a dozen or so bodies wrapped in black bags. My ears guided me to the one with the fluttering heartbeat. I read the tag attached to it 'Jane Doe. Dead on arrival. Presumed suicide.' I cursed aloud, had no one bother to even check her for a heartbeat. I ripped the bag open, planning anything possible to save the fragile human life lying inside. The body of the woman inside was unpleasant, bones poked out at strange angles her face was scratched and bloody as was every other part of her body. I allowed the scent of her blood to wash over me. I had smelt it before.

A memory flashed through me, one of ten years ago, a bright laughing face of a sixteen year old girl. So care free. So relaxed. She didn't care for her broken leg and her constant blushing and giggling whenever I spoke to her told me that she was more interested in myself than herself. Something I was not unfamiliar with, and something that I had learned to tolerate no matter how uncomfortable it made me. With her it had been different, I had not minded her attention, in fact I had craved it, in those few hours I had treated her she had managed to captivate my entire mind. Her laugh, her beauty, her personality, every little detail about her had stuck in my mind for ten years after. It couldn't be.

My eyes roamed her face, trying to see beneath the blood, beneath the bruising. Her face was a little fuller than before, hair a little darker, but it was her. There was no doubt about it, none at all. I knew in that moment I had to do whatever was possible to not let this lady slip away from me again. I pricked my ears, listening for signs of human life around me, there was none. I threw a sheet over her body and picked her up, easily into my arms. Getting out of the hospital unseen had been easier than I had thought it would be, I crept back to the floor above and managed to escape through an open window and onto a nearby rooftop. I was home within seconds, Edward was waiting outside when I got there.

"Don't" was all he said

"What other choice do I have Edward?" I said "She's beyond medical assistance!"

"Then let her die" he said quietly "Its what she wanted!"

I had laid her down on my bed, the beating of her heart was getting, if possible. even slower. I knew I didn't have long if I was going to save her. Could I do this, for my own selfish reasons.

The note said presumed suicide, Edward was right, she didn't want to be alive. Could I condemn her to an eternity of life? I looked at her face, I remembered the blush in her cheeks from that very first time, I remembered the way she had said my name, like velvet pouring from her mouth. What would I give to see life behind those eyes again? The answer. I would have given anything, anything at all.

I swept a strand of hair back from her neck, leave I thought looking straight at Edward. He did shutting the door behind him. Quick as a flash I sunk my teeth deep into the vein on her neck. Her blood pooled into my mouth, so sweet, so much better than I had imagined. Nothing would ever compare to the taste of it. I didn't have to stop, she had lost so much blood already, it wouldn't make a difference. Her screams pulled those thoughts from me, agonizing, painstaking, hellish. I pulled myself away panting, breathing in the fresh, clean air before leaning down and penetrating her skin once more. Her screams never stopped and she writhed beneath me, I stroked down the length of her cheek before my hand pulled at the sheet beneath me. I pulled away once more, each of her screams slightly worse than the last. What had I done?