AN: I forgot to do an author's note for the last chapter, so here's one for both. Everything is pretty much self explanatory, though, so that makes it easy. It's set in the modern. I'm going to switch chapters or part of chapters between Carlisle and Esme POVs and since the last one is Esme, here is Carlisle. Oh, and most of this I did in class, so if it's rushed, sorryz.


Carlisle.

My day went on and on. I wanted to stay at the hospital for days on end, but if I did that, some people might get suspicious. It was hard to go home at night when I knew that there were more people whom needed my help, that were hurting.

But today was different. Don't get me wrong; I would've loved to help people all day, but for some reason I wanted the time to myself. I wasn't sure why, but I felt like it would be nice to go home and relax, even though I didn't really need it. Obviously, I never got physically exhausted.

So I jumped into the car and drove home. The long pathway to the house looked more beautiful than usual; Alice must've had a boring day if she took the time to trim and straighten all the bushes. But I only noticed this all in a second. My mind was somewhere else.

"Who is she?" Edward asked, as soon as I walked in the door. He and Alice were sitting on the couch, books in their hands; he didn't even look up at me.

I was startled by his voice. I looked up, "Who?" Then he just stared at me as if I were stupid. Obviously, I would not get away with playing dumb.

"Wait," Alice said, her sing-song voice ringing, "Who's who?"

"Carlisle is thinking about a girl," Edward said smiling. "I didn't mean to pry, " he added quickly, "But I could help but notice."

"Well," Alice said once again, standing up from her seat and walking up to Carlisle. "Who is she?"

Surely, if it were possible, I would have blushed. I wasn't angry at Edward for noticing, just embarassed. Usually I knew to keep my thoughts strictly business around him, but today I didn't even think about it. I just went on, thinking about, "Esme, " I told them.

"And who is that?" Alice's smile was bright and gleaming. She was interested; I was mortified.

"Esme is just a woman that came in today. I was just thinking about work," I lied. Obviously Edward knew I was fibbing, but Alice didn't. I mean, it wasn't really a lie, I just wasn't telling the complete truth. Before I had to tell the more, I told them I was going up stairs to read, and almost ran away.

I did go upstairs and I did try to read, but it didn't really work out. I found my mind wandering back to the hospital, back to Esme's appointment. I just kept thinking about her face, how beautiful and fragile she seemed. Her skin looked so soft and her eyes so lovely. The way her hair shined was stunning, and I couldn't believe I could be so attracted to someone that was so different from myself.

But I could not think like this. I could not be attracted to anyone, let alone a human. Not that she was not as skrikingly beautiful as any vampire I had seen before (she was more beautiful), but that I had never been so attracted to another person in my long life. Before, when I was human, well I barely remember that. Maybe I was attracted to other people back then, but now, now it was much different. Even after the years of self loathing, I could never find myself strong enough to want another person, if I could even call myeslf that.

But then I thought of my children and how I wanted them. But that was different. I had no choice back then. They were dying, and I had to protect them, had to give them life. They needed it. Who would I be to let them down? But, in a way, I did let them down. They didn't have a choice to live their life as they wanted to, especially Rosalie. But that was a thought for another day. My mind wondered back to Esme.

The whole night I thought about her; I couldn't help it. And I'm sure, if I was able to, I would've dreamed about her too.


AN: Sorry it's so short. I'm not good at Carlisle like I am with Esme. But I'll probably update really soon because this was so short and I'll make it good, since this one isn't really.