Meyer owns!
Ok this is a flash forward. About 3 to 4 days at the present time in the story. It is entirely in Esme's point of view!! And yes its very short!!
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Esme's point of view
"Anything Emmet?" I asked while I held my new daughter in my arms.
"Nothing, its just blank. She should never have had seen those pieces of rock Carlisle!" Emmet shouted.
I flushed them out of my mind as they argued over what should have happened. The only thing I could do was look down at her lifeless body.
Alice tried seeing into her future. Rosalie tried singing in her ear.
But nothing was working. The one crimson streak still stained her beautiful ivory face. That's when they started to flow like a red river.
"Carlisle!" I screamed as my daughters blood pooled in my hands. Everyone looked at the innocent figure in my arms that now had blood dripping off my hands and on too the cars seats. Carlisle pulled the car over into a deserted street.
The smell filled the car like an air freshener. That sweetness…..that beautiful smell we all had to face that horrible night.
Carlisle loomed over her like the doctor he was, not like the new father she knew.
"Blood tears……," that was all he could say. Rosalie had stopped singing, Alice stopped trying to see her in distant time and focused on her now, and Emmet looked down at his youngest sister as if someone had done this to her and he was about to kill them.
"Why?" I asked. He stared down at the rivers that were flowing freely from her eyes like they held the answers.
He dipped his finger into the pool of red in my hand, brought it to his nose, and inhaled deeply.
"Salt. Her blood has the smell of salt such as tears. I guess…..her excess human blood has taken on the form of tears. I have never seen this," he said and wiped his finger on a Kleenex Alice had handed him. I had never heard him use the words "I guess" when diagnosing a patient.
"Will it stop?" I asked looking at Alice. She nodded her head. A dark cloud of sadness fell over everyone.
Shelby had taken quite a hold on everyone. There was just something about her that made everyone attached to her. When ever she was happy everyone else was, when she was sad in the beginning everyone was filled with sadness too. Sometimes I wonder how we got along without her.
Carlisle went to the back to the back of the car and got his medical bag he took every where with him. He came back around and was fishing threw it. He pulled out a roll of gauze and medical scissors. He cut a long strand, folded it a bit then took out tape from his bag and taped the fabric over her eyes to control the bleeding. He handed me a towel for my hands and kissed my forehead in reassurance.
Everyone got back into the car, we drove silently to the airport.