Eternal Love
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING BUT THE PLOT! Uh…sort of, it's "technically" Stephenie Meyer's, but I switched the characters around a bit…which are also hers.
Summary: When Esme Platt moves to Forks to escape her abusive fiancé, she didn't expect to fall in love with the mysterious doctor. But what happens when a certain ex-fiancé shows up?
This chapter is dedicated to Ilove4everJasperHale, k-pattttttttz, nymphadora15, Pinetail Alice Cullen, ChocolateGal16, JonesHazelJones, missmayhemrocksagain, S, SunnySkies4Life, and sakuraxsyaoran-harryxdraco.
My Soul
Esme POV
There was a music stand, and a black case. Carlisle turned it over and opened it. Inside was a very beautiful Stradivarius violin.
He smiled as he picked it up. "Antonio Stradivari was actually my friend. He was born around the same time as I. He gave this to me himself."
"You play?"
"Yes. I do. Edward's usually the musical one. He plays the piano downstairs. But I'm actually the only one who plays violin. Jasper can play guitar, and Emmett occasionally enjoys breaking drum sets."
"Can I hear you play?"
He hesitated. "I'm not very good."
"Of course you're good. You can do anything."
Carlisle smiled and picked up the violin and bow. "Very well, then. Un concerto per la signora." The bow touched the strings.
I lay on the couch and closed my eyes, smiling. If Carlisle's voice was divine, then this came very close to it. The music filled my heart with warmth. I opened my eyes.
Carlisle was both concentrating and at peace at the same time. His eyes were closed as his nimble fingers shifted up and down the neck of the violin. Occasionally, his eyes would open just a little bit, and I would see a little glimpse of his golden eyes looking at me. His mouth curled up into a smile as his eyes closed again.
I closed my eyes once more. He played with passion, pouring his soul into the music. The music poured into my soul. It joined our souls. Our hearts. Our spirits.
I could almost hear Carlisle's voice speaking to me. Then I realized he had started speaking to me. I opened my eyes and looked up into Carlisle's eyes, his face mere inches away from mine.
"I have something to show you." He held out his hand. I took it, and he led me down the hall. "That is my office." He opened the door.
There were many paintings along the walls, and there was a desk piled with neatly stacked papers. Then I saw another ornament on the wall and laughed.
Carlisle grinned. "So as you can see, holy crosses indeed affect us in no way whatsoever." On the wall behind his desk was an old, wooden cross that was still in pretty good condition.
"It's beautiful," I said, smiling. It was simple, but beautiful in a way.
"When I was human, I was the son of an Anglican pastor in London. My father hated everything that went against his beliefs, and strived to make me believe the same.
"He preached about evils, and led hunts for witches, demons…vampires." I smiled at the irony of it all. "He encouraged me to lead the hunts as I got too old. But my methods were different. I was not so quick to accuse innocent people as he.
"I found a real coven of vampires, living in the sewers. I led a hunting party one night, and found one of them. He was starving. I was attacked first. He bit my neck, but then moved on to kill others, and carried off another man. The hunters followed.
"I knew the hunting party would come back to burn my body, so I crawled into a cellar full of rotting potato peelings and stayed there for three agonizing days. I endured the fire alone. When I awoke, I was horrified with myself. I tried so many ways to kill myself, but none worked. Fire is the only thing that can kill us.
"I tried starving myself. I had no wish to kill humans. But one day, as I roamed the woods, a heard of deer passed by. I attacked them. And that was how I learned that animal blood could satiate me enough to resist humans.
"Edward and I have different views on certain subjects. He believes vampires have no souls and are destined to go to Hell when our existence ends. I've had centuries to ponder this matter. I believe that we all have souls, and have a chance to get to Heaven when our existence is over.
"Edward was loath to change Bella, as he believed she still had a soul, therefore could still go to Heaven, but she insisted. And he still believes she has a soul. But I sometimes secretly wonder if we really do have souls."
I squeezed his hand. "Carlisle, you are the kindest, most caring, most compassionate man I have ever met. You have more of a soul than I."
He smiled softly. "There's someplace I would like to show you."
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