Hi readers! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long! I got on my computer to upload a chapter and all of my documents had vanished! This past week I have been trying to get my documents back *unsuccessfully* and I just came to the realization that I just need to try and re write and write new stuff… Oh well! So guess what I have a SNOW DAY TOMORROW! Go Colorado weather! So I'll upload this chapter today and 3 chapters tomorrow! Okay, this chapter is about when Esme slips while hunting (kills someone) for the first time. I hope you enjoy! P.S. Thank you all for your wonderful reviews! They always brighten my day!(Also I am going to start another series like this one with one shots but with the Cullen's in general and their kooky adventures!)

Disclaimer: I do not of Twilight or any of its characters, Stephanie Meyer does.

Chapter 7: Accident

1920's

Esme's POV

I slowly stalked my prey that hid behind the moist bush. It had just been raining, pretty hard but being a vampire the cold droplets didn't faze me.

Carlisle and I had just returned from our Honeymoon which was absolutely bewildering. I didn't know I could love someone as much as that. Actually I really didn't know what love was, especially with Charles.

The deer caught sight of me but it was too late. Before it could even turn its head to run, its fragile neck was broken and I was sucking the gentle creature dry. Unanticipatedly, a new scent floated into my over sensitive nose. A smell that if I wasn't in my hunting mode, I wouldn't have noticed.

"Esme!" Carlisle cried but it was too late. Before my mind could even realize what I was doing my hands had broken the soft man's neck and I began sucking him dry. His blood was stale with beer and his beard kept getting tangled within my fingers. Carlisle knelt in front of me and gently tried to push me away or tell me to stop, that it wasn't too late. Except, it was too late! Every time Carlisle tried to push or pull me away my jaws would tighten in reaction; there was no going back from here, my vampire instincts already determined this innocent man's fate.

I really couldn't decide what was worse; that I had massacred a man that had no idea what was coming, or that Carlisle had stared deep into my eyes the whole time I imbibed the human's blood. When I finished I had to pry the body away from my own clenched jaw.

"Esme, don't." Carlisle whispered already knowing what I was about to do. However, that was too late to, I couldn't face him, I couldn't talk to him. I sprinted in the opposite of him, of the house, of the man…

If I could cry real tears, my face would be soaked right now. I didn't know what to do, where to go, so I just kept running. I felt some sort of serenity when running, kind of like I was running away from my quandary. I felt like I couldn't even stand myself. How could I slip? I have been doing so very well! Neither Edward nor Carlisle slipped in their entire vampire lives, why couldn't I be like them? Why did I have no control over my own selfish desires?

I felt more sobs spring out of my body. I was sitting behind a big boulder praying Carlisle wouldn't find me; forgetting about his super senses. I didn't want to be found; I didn't want to see his face, no matter how much my greedy heart ached for him.

"Esme, sweetie? I'm not mad, just please come out and talk to me." Carlisle murmured.

"Go away! I'm a horrible person!" I bellowed. It was true, how could he even stand to come and find me. I saw Carlisle's head emerge from the edge of the boulder. His face softened when he saw me; my face probably was in so much torment.

"Esme, it happens, and it's okay, he shouldn't have been wandering out this far in the woods anyway." Carlisle said softly sitting next to me with caution.

"Don't you dare," I hissed, "don't you even try and make this his fault, that pristine man came out and I had to kill him take his soul."

Carlisle sighed speculating it. Then he sighed, "Esme I promise I'm not mad-"

"Why not? You and Edward are immaculate and I soiled myself with the taste of human blood, with that selfless act for a few moments of pleasurable taste." I interrupted. Carlisle pulled me into a hug and I hid my face in his chest. "Why Carlisle? Why can you and Edward bestow the scent and drive to taste human blood and I can't even after I have had 6 deer right before."

He continued to rub me which I didn't apprehend. He was comforting me, even after I took a soul.

"Well sweetheart, we have all of forever, to practice, to get better, to master it, but for now all we can do is just try and forgive and try and forget. I promise it'll get better, but until then, how about we arrange a funeral and have Edward come hunting with us as well for now on." He planted a kiss on my head.

All I could do was nod. I knew for the next week, I was going to be mourning but like Carlisle said, things will get better, and with him always here for me, I don't know how it couldn't.

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