Disclaimer: I still don't own Twilight, if I did, it would be under the genre 'Satire'.

Chapter Two; the Doctor

Esme POV;

"Esme," Charles' voice rang out and I realized I had to get up. He couldn't see me like this, it was dishonorable. My eyes darted around and spotted a nearby branch I could pull myself up on. So I did, but the same paralyzing pain ran through my leg. A hiss escaped my teeth and I forced a smile to greet him. Dipping into a rather painful curtsy.

He eyed me suspiciously, "What were you doing?"

My eyes darted towards the ground before looking back up at him, "Nothing, Darling."

"Are you sure?" He asked the suspicion thicker in his voice as he approached me. I bit my lip and stared at the ground before looking back up at him. So, I dipped into an even deeper curtsy, pain rocketed through my leg and I pressed the weight down. Hoping the pain wouldn't be audible.

He came closer to me, his hazel eyes steely and a grim smirk on his lips. The scent of alcohol from his breath finally reached me. My eyes widened; he was drunk and angry.

"Are you quite sure?" He asked again, and I finally looked up at him. He was glaring at me now, he saw my lie, but I mustn't let it out. Charles didn't know what I was doing, if he did, he would chop down that beautiful tree. He wouldn't let me out of the house.

"Yes, Darling," I said softly before another sharp pain broke through my leg, I fell over clutching it only to just realize Charles had kicked me.

He glared at me with loathing, "Do not lie to me, Esme dearest."

I bit down on my lip, hard. It kept the cries of pain that I wanted to let out so badly.

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"Thank you, Lady Twila," Charles said to her as she walked in, worry marred her face. Her dark brown eyes darted around until she saw me, cradling my leg. "I'm afraid I cannot accompany my Esme to Doctor Cullen's."

At this, he shot a disturbing glare in my direction and I flinched and sent my eyes downcast. Shame swirled in my mind as I heard the door click close. Looking back up, I saw the rebellious Twila Bunker, my best friend. She stared at me skeptically. Dark brown curls ran down her back and framed a heart shaped face with full lips and wide, dark brown eyes. Worry and laugh lines were beginning to take place on her face, due to the misery she had gone through and lived with. She stood tall, her pointed chin jerked out defiantly.

As soon as she realized Charles was out of earshot, she walked carefully towards me. "What did he do to you?"

She asked this as she looked at my leg curiously, jerking my leg out and I hissed in pain. She quickly apologized and went back to analyzing. I was only hoping she wouldn't see the abnormal bruise that was pressed under my knee. It wasn't in the same place that I felt most of the pain; it was just where Charles kicked me. I hoped she wouldn't realize it was out of place.

"Nothing," I squeaked, "I fell off a tree."

Twila looked at me skeptically before smirking at me, "My, my, what a little monkey you are Lady Evenson."

I could feel the heat rush into my cheeks and I shook my head, "Please just take me to Dr. Cullen."

"Oh, yes," She continued to tease, "Of course you would want to see the beautiful Dr. Cullen."

I looked away from her, "I've never met Dr. Cullen before."

"Well," She said straightening up, the smirk still on her lips, "let's leave. I'm willing to bet my babe that you're leg's broken by that shrew."

"Twila!" I scolded in surprise, "I fell while climbing."

She rolls her eyes and helps me up, another shot of pain ran through my leg and I used her as my crutch. We walked out of the house this way.

"Why do you put up with him anyway?" She asked casually, I only glanced at her and shook my head. Of course she wouldn't understand. She was put through so much spite and grueling misery that she developed an insistently sharp tongue. We grew up together, but Mother didn't want me to be around her. She was scared that her wit would rub off on me.

I let out a soft sigh, "Because I love him." I could feel the dizzying sensations of those feelings wracking through my mind as I remembered the way I felt when he held me on my wedding night. It hurt incomparably, just he kept me close. It felt good and it felt right.

Twila scoffs and rolls her eyes but said nothing. We continued to walk in complete silence, it seemed as though her mind was swirling with thoughts. Though I couldn't really blame her; she lost her husband—Richard Bunker—only a year after their marriage. This left her with two sons, one of which died. I don't know what I would have done if a child of mine had died. I don't know if I'd be able to live on like she had. Though she had a reason to live on, her other son that inherited her curls and Richard's pale blue eyes. His name was Henry, in honor of her father.

We soon reached a small house, a small fenced in area even though someone was sitting on the porch in a made up chair. The coppered hair of the handsome boy was familiar, though I couldn't help but furrow my brow as I stared at him. His amber shaded eyes flickered over to me and I nearly jumped out of my skin and looked away quickly. My eyes on my shoes and the pain running through my leg seemed so much more prominent. Taking a quick glance at Twila, she had her eyes set before her strictly. As if she was avoiding the gaze of the handsome boy.

She only took a glance at him with her lips set into a frown, "Is Dr. Cullen here today?"

"Yes," The boy said in a low, mellow voice. I could still feel his gaze boring into my forehead. I tried to lean on my leg and pain shot through my leg and I gripped Twila's shoulder tightly. She gave me a worried look and held me up higher.

"Where is he?" She asked quickly to the same boy, apparently she didn't get the same chills that I did from the amber eyed boy.

"In the house," He said snidely with a jerk of his thumb towards the house. Taking only a quick glance at him, I immediately regretted it. He was still glaring at me.

Then it clicked, he was that man I saw in the forest with the blood on his face. The tufts of fur. Everything. Just as these thoughts ran through my mind, a shot of pain ran through my leg again and I let out a groan before feeling the wetness on my face.

Twila began to drag me into the house; the glare of the amber-eyed boy bore into my back and still made me want to jump out of my skin. Her naturally obnoxious attitude came out without even knocking as she entered the house, with me in tow. She sets me on the nearest thing, it was a couch that looked and felt as though it was imported from England.

Though Twila was cynical and obnoxious, she was a mother. She enjoyed acting like my mother and I loved it as well. Even though she was only a year older than me, she was married at fourteen.

"Are you ok?" She whispered, "Are you ok? Where does it hurt?"

"I'm fine," I insisted and she scoffed before pulling my skirt up to look at my bruise again. Heat rushed to my face all over again and I pushed it back down.

"Twila!" I squeaked accusingly and she sighed.

"I was just trying to look at your leg," She said as she slowly pulled my skirt back up to look at the bruise before raising an eyebrow. She could see where a ring of bruises appeared around my calf, she prodded it for a moment and I winced, before she looked at the other bruise. It was turning into an odd shape and seemed to look like a triangle with a puncture in the middle of it. She opened her lips to say something—

"Hello," A smooth masculine voice called out and I looked up only to gasp. A handsome man stood there with an intelligent looking face. Smooth blond hair swept back with golden brown eyes staring straight at me. They reminded me of when you put oil on water. Stark white skin seemed to give an ethereal glow when set against his blond hair.

Twila cleared her throat and I quickly looked away, realizing that I was staring. I began to wring my hands and I glanced back up at him.

"Is there something I may help you with, Miss—"

"Bunker," She interrupted him, "Twila Bunker and this is Esme Evenson, I think her leg's broken."

"Hmm..." He said smoothly as he walked closer to peer at the bruise on my leg and the awkward position it was in. "Oh, my apologies, my name is Carlisle Cullen and that is my son on the porch, Edward Cullen."

I nodded Carlisle and Edward Cullen. The amber eyed boy is named Edward and Carlisle Cullen is the doctor. Though it did seem strange that he would have a son that was around my age. I suppose it would be possible, but it still seemed strange. He was probably around ten years older than me. Around Charles' age.

He began to prod at it, like Twila was doing earlier. Pain rocketed again and I let out a hiss. He analyzed it for a couple of moments, "Yep, it's broken."

She rolls her eyes, "Yeah, I figured that much."

He simply glances at her before turning back to me, then he turned around and walked into a different room.

I suddenly felt my body relax against the couch, the velvety material felt good to the touch but almost too luxurious. Charles might be able to afford a couch like this, but I doubt he would actually buy one. He only buys what he feels is "necessary".

Twila suddenly stood her stance steely.

"Why are you getting up?" I asked her softly, she looks down at me with a smirk.

"I'm going to talk to that Cullen boy."

"Why?"

"He's glaring at me." She said before walking out the front door and onto the porch, I glanced over my shoulder just to realize that there was a large window with curtains draping over the corners. That Edward boy was still standing there, this time facing Twila. Her face was twisted with anger. Her temper was far too easily set off.

My fingers automatically moved over my lips to hide the chuckle that escaped my lips. Looking back up, Mr. Cullen was standing there with a splint; he had already pushed my skirt back up without my knowledge and was putting it on my leg. Heat began to pool in my cheeks and I quickly looked away and bit down on my lip as he straightened out my leg. A gasp escaped through my teeth and I held onto the cushion. My teeth ground together.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Evenson." Mr. Cullen said and I didn't dare look down in his eyes. The sin of lust would overcome such a simple woman as I to such beauty. Relief flooded my system when he was done touching my leg.

"Thank you, Dr. Cullen." I said softly as I moved my leg a little to test it. He quickly gives me a long piece of smooth wood with a hook. A cane.

He helps me up and put the cane in my hand, "Walk."

I stumbled a little, but continued to walk with the cane. It made me feel so old, already walking with a cane and only 16. I couldn't bend my knee very much.

"Thank you," I repeated and I looked up at him shyly. He gave me a fantastic smile and gave a bow; I tried to return a curtsy. Only to stumble a little because I couldn't bend my knee. He chuckles and I could feel the flush rising to my cheeks again. "I think my friend is arguing with your son, Dr. Cullen."

He chuckles and covers his mouth, "Yes, I suppose he is. Both your friend and my son have a temper, which is odd…"

Heat rushed into my cheeks again, "Yes, Twila doesn't put up with men anymore."

A dark stab ran through my chest as I remembered the gruesome stories she told me about her father and her brothers and what they used to do to her. An absolute torture chamber and she managed to live through it and stay the way she was. It just put more steel into her backbone.

"You sound proud of her." He pointed out with a grin and I couldn't help but smile.

"I am," I said softly as I looked through the window again to see Twila and Edward arguing, or as she'd call it debating. She only called it fighting when her face turned bright red and her lips pulled back into a snarl. Though right now, she just looked irritated.

"Oh," I said in realization, "How much do I owe you?" I quickly snatched up my purse from the couch and began to riffle through before looking back up at him with a questioning gaze. He chuckles and waves his hand in the air.

"It's alright," He said as though it was a joke, "Nothing."

"Oh," I said, "But—"

"You owe me nothing," He said smoothly, pressing his hands into his pockets and I gave him a half-glare as I stared up into his oil-on-water eyes. I shake my head with a sigh; he rejects money for a service? How strange. "Fine."

I pressed my purse shut, only a little relieved. Charles would have been angry if I spent a lot of money. He would have accused me of lying to him since I tried to lie to him about my leg. I just didn't want that beautiful tree to come down. He would take it down now and I glanced towards the wood paneled floor and rubbed my arms as if it was cold.

"Are you cold, Mrs. Evenson?" He asked softly and I jumped, and gave him an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly, "I sometimes do that when I think….."

He chuckles and shakes his head, "You're strange."

Anger suddenly flooded through me and I pushed it away. It wasn't necessary, it was just his opinion. It didn't matter right now. I forced a smile and a bright demeanor, "It was nice speaking to you, Dr. Cullen."

"You as well, Mrs. Evenson." He said with another bow and I resisted from trying to curtsy again. I leaned onto the cane and felt the immediate relief of having a third leg.

Carlisle chuckles again, "It looks like Edward is becoming frustrated with your friend."

I took another glance at the pair, they were still arguing. Only his brow furrowed and his lips seemed to have tightened.

"I'll just—I'll, umm…." I stuttered as I walked towards the door and he chuckled at my flustered face, I could feel my insides burning up with anger because he was laughing at me. It was completely demeaning. "Thank you, good bye."

Walking back out of the door both turned and faced me. Both faces frustrated and felt my body freeze up, then defrost and I continued to walk towards Twila. She had already turned and snapped something at Edward, whose face turned to surprise at her own surly attitude towards men.

"Twila," I said softly, "Twila!"

"Huh, What?" She said coming out of her attitude a bit, "Oh, Esme, he fixed you up. Ok, let's go. Better to get away from this shrew." She threw a scathing look at the copper haired boy and slung an arm over my shoulders, making me lean reflexively on my foot. A wince rolled through my body and I shot a glare at her over my shoulder. She quickly got off and raised her hands in front of her in defeat.

"Hey, don't give me that look!" she said pointing at me and I rolled my eyes and began to walk down the driveway, getting out of the fenced in area and she followed me.

"I hope we don't have to come and see these people again," She said, obviously loud enough for the boy to hear, but I had a feeling that he would hear anyway even if she didn't say it so loudly. "That Cullen boy should learn some manners."

"Maybe he'll learn them as quickly as you do." I quipped and she shot a glare at me out of the corner of her eye before scowling, her hands rolled into fists.

"Men are supposed to be polite to women."

"As are women to men."

She scowls again and shakes her head at me with a sigh. She didn't need to say anything for me to understand. Her views were highly feministic and she believed that men should bow to the needs of a woman any time it was needed. Especially when she wanted him to.

"If only you would let me teach you the great ways of being a feminist…." Twila said wistfully, ending with a sigh of despair and over dramatics. I giggled in response and she slams her fist onto her open palm.

"It's a great opportunity!" She exclaimed melodramatically with her hands out in front of her like a pendulum. "Then you wouldn't have to put up with those rude Cullens! They think they're so big just because they're pretty and rich…" She continued in an incoherent grumble with her arms crossed under her breath.

I couldn't help but look back at them with curiosity; the Cullen boy had already gone back inside. Though that memory a year ago still haunted me.

A hunter.

Blood.

Fur.

A man.

Only one word swirled in my mind from every myth that seemed to encircle these words.

Vampire.

xXx

I'll update after more reviews! Esme is too neglected in Twilight, so here I am giving her an actual personality!