A/N: I know this is a quick ending and I know it sounds retarded and probably has a few mistakes. The point is that it's finished, and it's damp good too. That wasn't a mispelling, by the way. I meant to say "damp".

Don't kill me for not making it longer T_T I'm too tired for that drama.

End: Esme's POV

Somehow, I can't remember much of what happened when I "fell" to the ground. I remember hearing the child screaming and feeling sorry that he had to watch me jump to my death. I remember thinking halfway-down about Carlisle and suddenly not wanting to die. I remember panicking as the ground swooped closer; I remember feeling the impact of it and a sharp wave of pain all over my body before everything went black.

What I'm not sure about is how I survived.

I wasn't sure what was happening most of the time, but sometimes I drifted towards reality before collapsing back into pure coma again. I would hear voices in these times, saying how sad it was that I would die, saying how sorry they were that they could find no one to contact.

One of the voices I heard was familiar. It was the voice of a man, a man with a voice of liquid sunshine. He talked about things I didn't understand- about changing me, about wondering if I would be happier, and about how nervous he was. I later figured out that this voice was Carlisle.

Carlisle's voice was the last voice I heard before the burning began. At first I couldn't react to I, because I was unable to move at all. But in an hour or so I was screaming, and in six I was thrashing. I thought I was dying. I lost track of time, thinking they were cremating my body because they thought I was dead, and wondering if they could hear my screams. It was pure agony; pain I had never experienced before and never wanted to experience again.

And then I woke up.

I'm not sure how this part happened. But suddenly, the pain began to edge away, and I found myself screaming less and less, until it all came to a complete stop. And right in front of me, looking beautiful and concerned, was Carlisle Cullen. He looked very different to me; more precise, I suppose. Behind him was a boy I couldn't remember ever meeting. I found that my throat felt dry and parched.

I looked up at Carlisle and massaged my throat, not wanting to talk through the pain of it. He nodded and stood. "Let's go hunting, Esme," he whispered, and together we left his home and went away, into the woods to begin a new life.

Five Years Later

Nowadays, I'm myself again except for the blood-thirst. Carlisle and I were married a few months ago; it was long awaited on his part, as it took me so long to get used to myself and control my thirst. Edward is now my substitute son; I remember him now as the Mason boy I knew years ago, the trouble-making son of my cousin Alexandra. I thought the whole family had died of Influenza, but Carlisle had changed him.

I never got over the loss of my son, and Carlisle says he doesn't expect me to. He thinks that if I learn to control my thirst well enough, I could work in an orphanage or something to do with kids, but that was never my thing; my son couldn't be replaced, anyway. I think I might go into designing.

I saw Dancey a little while ago. She's married now, with a family of her own. When she saw me with Carlisle, she laughed and said that she always knew we'd be together, and asked us if we had any kids. I told her that I simply couldn't have children, and that Carlisle and I had adopted an older boy. She smiled and told me about her children and husband and how she was now the chief nurse and how Dr. Ferdinand was chased down by raging townsfolk with pitchforks because they found out he wasn't giving people the medicine they needed. Dancey also commented on how nice I looked for how much I had gone through, and said we should get together for tea if I was ever in town again, which I wouldn't be- I was already at risk of exposing myself as a vampire, and couldn't come back to town again years later looking exactly the same.

We visited the coffee shop on our honeymoon, Carlisle and I. It was nice to be there, even if neither of us could actually drink coffee or had any real bother with the newspaper. It was, after all, the place we first met.

End of Story

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