I don't own Twilight so yeah. I got distracted once more from writing As the Red Sun Rises (A Doctor Who fic) when I unearthed this from my desk today and thought I'd put it up. I actually wrote the first 4 chapters almost 2 years ago, so please by all means enjoy.
1908 Carlisle
Esme's POV
Even at the age of 16 I loved to climb the massive oak tree behind the farmhouse. With it's tangled roots and bending boughs reaching up to grasp the sky. It was that time of day when I got a precious hour to myself, free from people and chores. I sat in a crook of the tree with my back rested against the tree trunk. I was probably 10 or 15 feet above the grassy ground below.
I hummed aloud to myself as I sketched the fiery pink and copper sunset. It looked almost as if the sky was bleeding.
I was born in Columbus, Ohio in 1892 and lived on the farm ever since. My Mother and Father kept to themselves mostly, so it was often lonely. My parents also fight sometimes, but they love each other. Afterall all that really matters is in fact love.
I set my pencil on my lap atop my drawing and let my headrest against the tree trunk. I shut my eyes and listened to the breeze stir the leaves about me in a gentle song. Before I could stop myself I fell into a dream filled sleep.
In my dream a handsome golden haired man rode up to me on a pristine white horse. He reigned the horse in beside me and extended his hand to me. I took his hand without a second thought and he pulled me up behind him on his fine stallion. "And what might your name be fair maiden?" The golden haired man asked.
"Esme, my name is Esme." I responded with a warm smile.
He opened his perfect lips to say my name.
"Esme!" My fathers voice yelled, jolting me awake.
My drawings pitched sideways and hit the ground. I quickly followed. I let out a startled cry as I felt the gut wrenching pain in my leg.
"Esme!?" My father called from somewhere close.
My head throbbed as I looked down at leg. It was at an odd angle... the wrong angle. I let out another shuttering cry.
I saw my father run up. He looked at my leg in dismay and yelled. "Esme what did I tell you about climbing in that tree!"
"I'm sorry." I cried. In truth he never said anything about the tree.
He angrily picked me up off of the ground and walked towards the house. I clenched my teeth in pain.
As he passed the open front door he yelled. "Make sure dinner is ready when I get home. I have to take Esme to the doctor she broke her leg."
As my leg was being put into a cast I found myself staring at the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on.
His cool fingers lightly put the cast over my leg and it seemed as if his fingers were dancing as be applied the bandaging. His golden hair glowed under a single light bulb.
Some part of me remembered my dream, but instead of a white horse this man wore a white doctors coat.
He finished applying the cast with a quick flick of his wrist. he straightened up I noticed his name tag read Dr. Cullen. He finally spoke. "Alright I'm just going to check your eyes for damage from the fall."
Dr. Cullen took my chin in his hand and tilted my face up into the light, then looked into my eyes. My heart fluttered as his golden eyes looked intently into my green ones. It felt as if he could see right through me. I forgot about the pain in my leg and starred right back at him.
After a moment or two Dr. Cullen let go of my chin and backed up a few paces and wrote something on a clipboard.
Suddenly I felt brave. "If you don't mind me asking, what is your name?"
"Carlisle." He said without even looking up.
"Oh." I was silent for a few moments. "Are you married?"
His eyes suddenly flickered up to my face.
"I'm sorry." I said quickly.
A slight smile graced his lips. "No, I'm not married."
Right then I decided that I wanted to marry someone like Carlisle.
Sadly I realized he as too old for me.