Here's a new story I've been working on. It's a similar idea to Alice's Story which can be found on my page if you haven't yet read it.

This is the first of 10 chapters.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy it.

Sorry for any mistakes.

Chapter 1

He knew her face. It was a face that he had only ever seen once before, but he had never forgotten it. And that had nothing to do with his flawless memory. This girl had struck him the very first time he saw her, and she had sat there in his mind every single day since. She had been just sixteen years old when they had first met. She'd been rushed into the hospital, sheepish and embarrassed with a broken leg.

Her broken leg was an easy fix, Carlisle was more concerned about the tears that were falling as she listened to the berating of her family for her reckless and unladylike behaviour. He had been angry, listening to these people reprimanding their child as she lay there with a broken leg. They should have been comforting her.

He wasn't an angry man. It took a lot to send him over the edge, but listening to these people berating their daughter as she lay in agony was enough to have him ask them to leave the room. The gnawing ache in his chest as the sight of the sad girl on the hospital bed made him do anything he could to cheer the young lady up.

She was adventurous, that's all it was. Innocent curiosity.

So when he'd managed to make her smile, he'd warned her against climbing any trees in the future and, after checking she was definitely okay, he had discharged her. He could only hope that her parents wouldn't be too hard on her. He knew that her behaviour had been frowned on by society, but he was a firm believer that children needed to explore their adventurous. Even if it did lead to broken bones. How else would they learn?

Apparently the lesson here was that if you climbed a tree, you would probably lose your grip and fall out.

He could only be thankful that the local doctor had been called away. Otherwise Carlisle wouldn't have been here. It just happened that he had been asked to cover his shift.

He had been sad to see the young lady leave and he could only hope that he would get to see her again.

He hadn't expected it to come true in quite the way it had.

He knelt beside her pale, bloodied body. Tears that he would never be able to shed welled in his eyes, stinging as they did so. He could hear her heartbeat, weak, but still there as she lay on the bed in the morgue. He couldn't believe that this beautiful woman had attempted to take her own life.

What could have happened to her that could have caused such a drastic decision?

Whatever it was, Carlisle decided with fierce determination, he would do whatever he could to help her through it.

He watched her silently for a moment or two. She looked exactly as he had remembered, except maybe a little more wrought. Ten years had passed and this woman was still as gorgeous as he remembered. The way her caramel hair fit perfectly around her heart shaped face hadn't changed one bit.

This time, though, her soft lips were pressed together. There was no specific emotion on her face. And he longed for the tears he had seen the very first time they had met. Anything. Anything was better that this lifeless expression.

He couldn't lose her again. He had lost her once. He couldn't let this woman leave, not now he had finally found her again.

He'd been heartbroken when he'd had to leave. But he hadn't even meant to be there in the first place. He had to return to his usual placement, even if it meant leaving the young lady behind.

But he was here now. And so was she. Their hands entwined as he hoped to bring her some kind of comfort. If she was alert enough to know that she was nearing the end, he hoped that having some contact would comfort her.

He felt his chest heave with a sob at the thought. It couldn't be the end for her. She had so much life ahead of her.

He knew what he had to do.

But he didn't know if it was the right thing. She had tried to take her own life. Something had clearly happened to cause that. Would he be doing more damage by saving her?

It had to be a quick decision. He knew that. Esme didn't have the time for him to think about the pros and cons. Her heartbeat was weakening by the second. The decision had to be made now.

And it was.

As Carlisle's teeth sank into the soft flesh of her neck, he could only hope that he was making the right decision He heard her gasp. He saw her writhe and he knew that the transformation had started.

And he knew that he had to get her out of there.

Thank you, again, for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.

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