In Her Sadness Or Was It Joy?:
It had only been a short lapse in time since I had found my Lover in the hospital morgue. We were now at my house; where I could be alone with this fascinating woman. She was so beautiful that I couldn't bring myself to break my gaze from her motionless body. The venom had gone its course and I could hear the repairs in her body. Snap. Pop. Crack. Esme had almost died from all the injuries she sustained from the cliff jump. What a strange thing for this young woman that I had no feeling toward when she was a teenager, to now have this hold on me. Oh Well. It had almost been over three centuries since I had a feeling so profound, like LOVE.
A smile seemed to be permanently glued on my face. That is until I sent her through an x-ray machine to check her progress. Many old marks of repaired breaks and cracks were visible. I looked past the scraps and bruises from her jump to the locations of the old fractures. She was beaten. BEATEN! This feeling was even more confusing to me. Anger has long been absent in my compassionate lifestyle. I had that of mixed emotions for what seemed forever in my time. My feelings ranged from anger to sorrow and back again.
"Ouch!" Oh! I had been so confounded at the emotions running ramped in my head and heart that I had not noticed Esme awake. Her eyes had turned from a dark brown to blood red. Though I still found her gaze as lovely as ever. Esme glanced around the room. Confusion was as plain as day on her face. "Where Am I? Am I dead? " Esme asked. Ah. Her voice was just as lovely as her soul.
"Hardly." I replied. "Dr. Carlisle.?" she stated as I came into view. "Yes, Esme you are SAFE here." I wanted to make that known to her so she did not panic. Even though I couldn't see anything other than confusion in her eyes. "But...but how?" "How are you alive?" I pressed. She nodded her head. "I was making my rounds at the hospital when they brought you in."Sadness was clear in my voice. "They just took you to the morgue." This brought back the memory of the night all too clear. "Your heart was still beating, even though none of the nurses could hear it." Continuing on she asked, "How did you know I was still alive?" "Well I didn't exactly specify about that part did I?" A smile came to my lips.
"Esme…" I tried to think of a way to break the news easily. "I'm a vampire." I squinted my eyes shut waiting for her shriek of horror, I was positive that would follow. Quietness...What where was the horror or the worry of the MONSTER I was? And then she just smiled. Huh. That was new. Usually a humans' response was fear at this explanation of events. But she wasn't human anymore she was a newborn vampire; changed by me. "This doesn't bother you?" She jumped a little, startled as if I interrupted her thought process. "Oh! No. This, strangely, does not bother me?" "Would you continue your story?" Esme asked. "Gladly." I said, smiling. "Where was I?" "You said you were the only one that could hear me."I heard her say. "Oh, yes. Anyway. Well I decide to follow the sound."
"You know; I didn't want to leave and let someone die. So I went towards the sound and found it coming from the morgue." I cringed at the memory and the way the words must have sounded to her. Esme just seemed content listening to my memory of the night she came in. "I pushed open the doors and went to the slab where the sound of your faltering heartbeat came from." "I read the toe tag and pulled back the sheet." Pausing, remembering her beauty. "And?" She pushed her lips out into a pout. "And the memory of your name came to me and I was struck by a feeling." A feeling of LOVE I thought to myself." I'm going to stop there for now before it gets too complicated."
"How did I survive? I was so sad because of my baby boy and…" Her voice trailed off as if not wanting to relive the memory of it. "Shew." She breathed out saying the last of her previous statement. "My family." Esme choked up as if crying, but no tears came. "Esme you didn't exactly survive. I saw you and I saw that I somehow had a feeling of love and concern for you, so I changed you." She stopped crying and looked at me. "I thought I was the only one feeling that?" "You Lo… Love me? I asked perplexed as if she could have the same feelings toward me that I had for her.
"Yes. Yes, I do!" Happiness ripped through me and if it could my heart would have stopped in its tracks. She LOVED me! Just as much as I did her. This would be the best decision I ever made.