I do not own anything or anyone Stephanie Meyer's writes. Sadly. But it's true. I just write drabbles. So yeah. I made no money off of this and I owe brilliant Stephanie Meyers for giving me the inspiration to write using her beautiful characters and plot...
Now, as I told you with Jacob's story, these are short one-shots I made. They are not entirely original, but they are meant to cast light on what other people were thinking and feeling during various moments of the series.
SPOILERS FOR NEW MOON.
"It's alright, Esme, dearest, love," the blonde doctor tried to console her, but she continued to pace frantically about the room.
Alice had just informed them of the terrible events - Edward, thinking that his love had killed herself, was going to the Volturi to be ripped to shreds. And burned. And all those nasty sorts of things.
And it really wasn't okay, despite what the good doctor had said. He hated it - every cold piece of his un-aging body hated it. His firstborn, HIS son, his Edward had tossed out all rationality in favor of pursuing a fruitless and dark path.
"How could she?" Esme cried, finally sitting on the floor heavily. He beautiful face remained beautiful, despite her pain, but Carlisle found it heartbreaking all the more. "How could Rosalie do that?"
"It's no more her fault than it was yours or Alice's," Carlisle said, forcing his voice to be controlled and calm, like it was nothing more than a hospital emergency. "Bella and Alice are going to fix it and bring him back, don't worry."
Their hearts quivered uncertainly, and they held each other those long, three days as they waited for their son to return.
((Whew, that was fun! XD I spent a half-hour researching the proper spelling of "Volturi" when I could have taken five minutes to retrieve my lovely copy of New Moon... But it was fun. I hope you like how I've interpreted Esme and Carlisle - in private, I kind-of think of them as very close and emotional.))