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Sorry I forgot that in the last chapter.
Chapter 2 – Comfort
12 AM – Esme POV
I felt thirsty. But I did not really want to go hunting. Looking the mirror, I took a look at my reflection. My own topaz eyes were slowly turning to black. Reaching a pale hand, I touched the cold mirror. Running my fingers down the glass, leaving no trace of heat behind. Standing up raptly, I left my room, strolling towards Carlisle's office. For some reason, my urge to hunt grew. I was bored, had nothing to for now, and I was suddenly extremely thirsty. When I got to Carlisle's office, the door was open. Peeking inside, I saw my husband. He was signing some papers and reading someone's file.
Tiptoeing over to him, I leaned over, whispering in his ear "Boo."
Carlisle chucked. "Esme." He breathed, like he was forever amused by my actions. He turned, so he was facing me instead of the desk. "Would you like to go hunt?" I saw that he noticed my eyes darkening. I nodded.
"I can go by myself if you are busy." I replied, spotting the pile of papers.
"Would you like me to go with you?" I nodded again. "Let's go."
Together, we sprinted to the nearest hunting place, hand in hand. As Carlisle stopped and leaned against a tree, I looked at him with a confused look. He nodded at me, saying I should start first. Tasting the air, I ran off to the east. Watching silently, I saw a small family of deer. During my first hunt, I felt guilty taking down animals but it felt better than feeding on humans. Carlisle swiftly arrived next to him, in a half crouch. I growled at him, and stopped, realizing my actions. He shook his head and smiled at me.
"Follow your instincts." Carlisle whispered, low only for me to hear.
Then I pounced.
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Falling back into a half crouch then a standing position, I checked myself. I had only gotten a few drops of blood on my shirt. Sitting in the shade, on the grass, Carlisle emerged from his half of the hunt, lying on the grass next to me. Even though I don't sleep anymore, I had some weird urge of comfort making me feel sleepy if it was possible. Whenever we were together I felt great safety and comfort. Entwining my fingers in Carlisle's blond hair, I thought back about some things.
Flashback
I remembered the time when I was transformed. After about three days of pain, my heart gave its last beat then everything was calm. I lay there, thinking if I was dead. Charles had abused me so, my son was gone, and I had no chance of seeing Carlisle again. Even if I did, I was too tainted. There was no reason left to live. At least, that is until I heard his voice.
"Esme, can you hear me?"
Forcing my eyes to open, I stared at him with disbelief. He was leaning over me, his warm topaz eyes filled with worry, his blond hair slightly ruffled, and his hand holding mine gently. It was Carlisle. The man that I thought I would never see him again, ever since I broke my leg about ten years ago. Sitting up and looking around, I noticed several things. Carlisle slowly removing his hand from mine, my vision had doubled, I was sitting on a bed at someone's house, and my hearing had doubled. Also I felt restless, like if I lay here for a week, I would still feel refreshed later.
"Carlisle…?" I felt surprised, my own voice felt different, it had some kind of chime to it.
"Esme, are you alright?" I nodded. "I know this may sound impossible to believe but…" Then he told me about vampires and what I have become.
After he was finished, I asked "Why?"
"Pardon me?" Carlisle asked, sounding surprised.
"Why did you transform me?" Carlisle's expression pained when I had asked that.
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I had just broken my leg, climbing a tree. That and I was in a hospital cot. On the way here my mother and father scolded me about how a sixteen year old woman should not be climbing trees. It's not my fault; I just wanted to feel free for a few moments. My father stood next to the cot, his eyes glued into the doorway. My mother, next to me, was patting my shoulder.
"Esme, it is not appropriate for a young woman like you to be climbing trees." My mother explained as she shook her head.
"Sorry mother, father. I will never do it again." I replied, wincing as I tried to move my leg into a better position. The door opened and stepped in the most handsome man I had ever laid my eyes on. He had blond hair, along with matching golden eyes that would almost make you seem that they can see through you.
With a gentle smile on his face, he walked over to my father and mother, shaking their hands. "Dr.Carlisle Cullen at your service." He looked at me; I felt my face getting warm. "Ms.Platt, you have broken your leg, correct?" The doctor, I presumed, asked me. I nodded. Amazing, even his voice sounded so perfect. Dr.Cullen stepped closer to me; I blushed when I felt his cold hands examining my broken leg with extreme care. "Yes, there seems to be a clean break." He turned to my parents. "Mr. and Mrs.Platt, this may take a while. You may go and wait in the office." My parents took Dr.Cullen's advice and went outside to the waiting room. It was silence between us when they had left, only the sound of the items being removed from the cupboards. He tried to start a conversation. "Ms.Platt, do you enjoy poetry?" He began to start bandaging my broken leg.
"Call me Esme please Dr.Cullen. And yes, often." I replied, watching his face like a crush schoolgirl.
"Then Esme, you may call me Carlisle if you like. Ah, do you like the works of Shakespeare?" Even though he was concentrating on wrapping my leg, when I winced in pain, his expression was like he was sorry for the pain even though it wasn't his fault.
"Yes, especially Romeo and Juliet." He looked up at me and smiled softly. He had finished bandaging my leg. "Thank you Carlisle."
"I like that play very much too. You're welcome, Esme. Would you like some help getting to your parents?" I nodded. He held out his hand, I took it, feeling the cold. If I had been looking closer, it would've been like he was trying not to put too much closeness to me, like he was careful not to hurt me by being too close to me. I had an arm on his shoulder and he first had his hand on my waist but moved it to my shoulder instead. It was a very short walk, we soon reached my parents. As they approached and surrounded me, Carlisle released his hold onto me and my father took hold. My parents thanked him, and then he turned to me, smiling.
"Goodbye Ms.Platt, your leg will heal in a couple weeks."
"Goodbye Dr.Cullen, and thank you again."
End Flashback
I rolled over to my side, facing away from Carlisle. The first one I thought of hurt quite a bit, meanwhile the second one had been comforting but yet hollow. Carlisle taking notice of my absence at his side, he rolled over to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"Are you alright?" Carlisle asked his voice covered with worry.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled but I knew he had heard it.
"Esme, you have done nothing wrong."
"I know…" He forgives me often. "I'm still sorry." I turned and kissed him.
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