Chapter 16: An angel in the darkness
She was lying on his bed. He couldn't stop looking at her, although Edward had left when he first came home. She looked different, older of course, but there was something else. Her body hips were rounded on the edge, her stomach had a small scar on it. Then it hit him.
I've taken a mother from a child. He thought disgusted with himself, there was also another emotion he didn't think he had ever felt before, he didn't recognize it though. However, her having a baby doesn't explain why she would try to kill herself, she didn't seem like the person to abadon her baby. And where was the baby?
"She doesn't have one Carlisle," a new voice spoke from behind him. "He died a fews days after he ws born. A lung infection."
"Oh, thank you Edward," he said turning back to her, "What about the father?"
"I don't know," He said. He spoke measured as if he was having a difficult time processing something. He was staring at Esme, with a somewhat horrified expression. A soft moan escaped her and Edward turned and sprinted from the room.
A few hours later she awoke, taking in the room around her. "Esme," a voice said from beside her, her angel's voice, "I'm so glad your awake."
She turned her head around to look at the person behind thhe voice. Sure enough, there sat Dr. Carlisle Cullen, still as perfect as he was ten years ago, still as young, still as beautiful. He smiled, and she smiled back. Here was the man she wished she had married not------ she couldn't even think his name without crying. But thinking about that brought on a new train of thought.
Her baby. Her tiny baby boy, dead before he had a chance at life. Little Carlisle, named after the man in front of her. The man who she wished was the baby's father. She felt like crying, she thought of her baby, her husband, her angel, and then she was just confused.
"Am I dead?" she asked Carlisle. Amazed by the beutifal shiming of her voice.
"No. your not dead." He said.
"But you haven't changed at all. You look exactly the same as you did ten years ago. If I'm not dead then what's going on." She asked, genuinely puzzled. He looked uncomfortable, and suddenly she was sorry for asking.
"Esme, I'm very sorry, but you are a vampire." Carlisle said softly, knoing she would hear him. She almost laughed.
"Don't laugh. It's true." A new voice spoke up. An young boy with unruly bronze hair.
"Edward, you're back" Carlisle said, "This is Esme."
Edward extended his hand and Esme shook it, still dazed by the two of them.
"A vampire. As in we drink blood and sleep in coffins?" she asked, recalling a book she had once read.
"Sleepong in coffins. No. Drinking blood. Yes." Carlisle answered.
"You-you mean we kill people and drink our blood." She questioned unable to believe Carlisle would do that.
"No. We don't. We drink animal blood." Edward answered instead.
"Animal Blood?"
"That why our eyes are this golden color," Carlisle explained, "You must be thirsty, lets go hunt."
"I think I'll stay here. I have homework." Edward said and then left.