An: I'm really sorry that this took a while to get out. I don't really have a valid excuse /

PLUS it's the shortest chapter yet... I am a horrible person... So I completely accept anything you wish to throw at me.


Esme POV

After my success at the Realtor's office, I was confident enough in my ability to not murder weak, innocent civilians that I could go to the store or go for a walk in the park without fear; as long as Carlisle was not with me. It seemed that I was not the only female on God's green earth to think of him as a deity amongst us mere mortals…well, mostly mere mortals. Apparently even though my vision is 100 times better than a human's could ever hope to be; I wasn't seeing anything that they weren't seeing. Such attention made me…antsy for some reason.

That's not to say that I haven't noticed stares from human males. Carlisle tells me that it's part of our arsenal as a predator; we are physically attractive to our prey. I think that the super-speed, super-strength, super-invincibility, and venom aspects of our arsenal are more then enough.

I sat down at the piano having just finished planting the last of the petunias by the fountain. Edward had been working on "Nocturne in G Minor" by Chopin, so I had it stuck in my head all day. I hummed the first couple of measures, and played along with it absentmindedly, wishing that Carlisle would hurry and get home so I wouldn't be so bored. He started his new position at Missouri Grace with a 24 hour shift, and was due back any minute.

I glanced eagerly over at the clock over the mantle, for the third time in the last half hour, before sighing at how pathetic I have become. It wasn't normal to be so attached to someone in so short a time that their very absence leaves you anxious. More then simply anxious, it was almost as if I couldn't function without him. I pushed myself away from the piano, banishing such thoughts. Carlisle had shown interest to be sure, but none so much to this degree. I couldn't get enough of having him around me, constantly. It was like a physical force bound me to him and the tension from being so far away made it seem as if everything was going to snap.

Shaking my head wearily, I glided up the stairs and into my study; intent on pulling the first book I came across off of the shelf and immersing myself into it. I was not going to think about Carlisle Cullen; not his perfect wavy golden hair, nor his perfect topaz eyes, amazing pale lips, Greek god physic, honey toned voice… I clenched my fists and reached for my book. A big book, the biggest I could find.


Carlisle POV

My shift carried on into hour twenty-eight after a man came in with a hatchet shoved in his abdomen. Apparently he and his next-door neighbor were involved in a quarrel over a tree that was growing in between both of their properties. Sometimes I wonder why we are the proclaimed monsters when humans are capable of committing such acts of violence upon one another; especially over something as preposterous as a tree.

I was uncharacteristically upset over being forced to put in extra hours at work. Normally I would have even been slightly pleased to have a valid reason to remain at the hospital, away from the boredom of home. However hatchet man and his butcher of a neighbor completely ruined all my plans for a night out with Esme. The performance of 

Hamlet, which was being shown at the Theatre in St. Louis, started roughly 45 minutes ago; during which I was elbow deep in Hatchet man's intestines.

I sighed disappointedly and pulled off my blood-covered scrubs, my suit clean underneath, before walking slowly to the chief's office to check out for the night. Acting weary didn't take nearly as much effort as before; I really wanted to spend a night out with Esme, just the two of us.

After exchanging a few words with the chief of medicine, I left the hospital and headed towards home. It was nearly 10pm; much too late to take Esme anywhere now. I had missed her terribly during my long shift, and I knew that being left home alone was tedious for her.

I knew that I was attracted to her, and I'd noticed the appreciative glances she sent my way, but this need to be around her and to simply be in her presence was unlike anything I had encountered before. We had only really known each other for a year and yet… she was my life. A minute wouldn't pass by that I didn't think of her. The wind would change and I could swear to smell her perfume, even if she was miles away. A light brown haired woman would walk into the hospital and even though I knew Esme was at home, I would take a second glance.

At first I was confused. I couldn't understand why I couldn't get her out of my mind… and then I realized. I am in love with Esme. I couldn't imagine life without her in it. The sun wouldn't shine for me, the tides wouldn't rise, rain wouldn't fall, birds wouldn't sing. I am in love with Esme. My hands clenched the steering wheel and a smile rose unbidden to my lips.


Okay so... I will be in New Orleans for the next week or so doing hurricane relief stuff. THEREFORE, I will not be able to update for a while. My apologys. I hope you can forgive this poor excuse of a chapter; I promise the next one will be better. While you are waiting, you should go check out jaLEXIam's fanfiction. Her twilight one-shots are really rather good. As always, REVIEW PLEASE

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