An: ok i'm unforgivable. I know. Please don't be too mad at me. School was hell and I've been sick, i fainted at school!
I know it's short, but it's something. WE're approaching the end!
Thanks to Liz, for editing my story.
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Marta
And so they finally were a couple. Carlisle and Esme. Esme and Carlisle. They were inseparable, constantly around each other, constantly craving each other's company.
The first day of the new year they both had, for the whole day, the widest grins ever seen. It was incredible. Even Edward, the algid, cold, Edward, wondered if it was painful after some time. And vampires couldn't suffer pain. So that was something.
But apparently, they're weren't suffering, not from pain, at least.
They were affected, though, by a grave form of ailment. A type that went around for millennia, but no one succeeded in finding a cure. The name is love.
Love, that little, subtle, indescribable fever that capture us and bends us to its will.
A love, just a silly, little thing. Its power amazed people since the beginning of time. They tried to resist it, to combat it, to make it like they wanted to, but to no avail. The truth was, and still is, love rules.
And for Carlisle and Esme it was no different. Being a vampire, a different creature, a potent being didn't excluded them from being affected by this…magic. And Edward really couldn't say if it was a good or bad.
This is the way they spent their first month of the New Year, of their new lives together. Yes, new because, it's common knowledge that being in love is like being reborn.
And so it seemed to be this way for the couple.
Carlisle spent less time at work. He anxiously waiting for his shift to end, to return home to Esme, who, on the other hand, bounced constantly around. Always thinking about Carlisle, about what he loved, what he would have liked, what he was doing, how was he doing it, who was he doing it with. Then her thought would shift. What they could do together, where, when, the places to see, the forest to explore, the shows to watch, the books to read, and that thing called Cinema to discuss.
And then, in front of her wardrobe: what dress would Carlisle have preferred?
When in front of the kitchen table her thoughts drifted to what could have been Carlisle's favorite food, when he was human?
While admiring her plants it was what flower Carlisle loved the most?
In front of the library she wondered could Carlisle have read all those book? And which was his favorite?
And while watching at the birds: what ty-
"Please stop!" Edward exclaimed exasperatedly.
She turned her head and looked confusedly at him, no understanding his ire "What?" she asked, her eyes wide.
He threw his pale and long hands up in the air "This!" he yelled, and she winced slightly "Please, it's just sickening! I have to endure the thoughts of you both, and let me tell you, it's not pleasant! Esme, this, Esme that. What would Carlisle do? What would Carlisle think!" he said, imitating their voices so perfectly, for a moment she thought Carlisle was there. He felt as if his head was spinning if possible.
She tried to apologize to the very stressed seventeen boy who stood in front of her "I'm sorry Edward, really, I didn't mean-"
He interrupted her "You didn't mean to but you did it. Every hour of every day! And when we both are together again is even worse! It's just so… cheesy and nauseating! Please, could you try, at least try, for my sake, to control yourself!" he implored.
Esme nodded in understanding. Edward's eyes widened in horror, but she talked before he could stop her "I understand Edward. You're envious" he tried to say something, but luck wasn't with him "I can only imagine how lonely and miserable you must feel! I'm so sorry, I've been so insensible toward you, how could I not have thought about it? I 'll…"
He shushed her, putting a hand on her mouth "Esme, please. You're wrong, completely. I'm fine by myself, I don't need nobody else and I'm really, truly happy for you. It's just…disturbing at times." He explained.
She nodded half convinced half not "Alright, if that's the truth…"
"It is" he confirmed to her.
She smiled, but deep inside her mind she was worried. She never thought about Edward's love life, but in that moment she began to. Edward was much older than her in vampire years and yet he never had a mate, a companion, excluding Carlisle. How could he, young and handsome, not had received the attentions of the female population? Or how could he have not been interested in any woman, at all? Oh no, Esme thought horrified, he wasn't…that, was it? Oh dear Lord! No, Edward couldn't be... no, not her Edward, he was just waiting for his soul mate…right?
Luckily for her, and for poor Edward too, her thoughts of worry were cut short at the arrival of Carlisle.
He came out of his black car smiling widely, the sun glistening on his blonde hair, his skin sparkling. He truly looked like a god, like he just stepped out of the most perfect of portraits created by one of the great masters. A triumphant Botticelli, a glorious Michelangelo, a tormented Caravaggio, a radiant Raffaello. He could have been a God or an angel.
And there he was, running to her, opening his strong arms while laughing musically, his eyes fixed on her form, which was also bouncing happily toward him, giggling like a school girl. She launched herself into his arms, that closed protectively around her. He began to spin her around, higher and higher, never wanting to let her go.
"So, how have you been today, my dear?" he asked her, still slightly laughing, once he placed her again on the ground.
She smiled playfully "Oh, very interesting I must say, in fact I was just occupied with a very important thing, but then you came…" she finished with a sad, regretful voice, her eyes downcast.
He looked back at the house, deciding to tease her a bit. "Really? I'm sorry" he then released his hold on her "In that case, I think I'll just go-"
"No!" she shouted, grabbing his wrist, he smiled, his back half turned to her "I think I can wait to finish that…thing" she smiled.
He arched his golden eyebrows "Are you sure? If it was so important…" he trailed off.
She smiled even more widely "You're infinitely more important" he smiled too.
"Oh thank you milady" he said chivalrously as he made a sweeping bow. She giggled, she seemed to be doing that a lot those days.
Suddenly they heard a strange sounds, almost as if someone was trying to...vomit.
"Do you hear that?" he asked, scanning the area just in front of their house.
Esme nodded, a little worried "Yes. What is it?" she asked truly curious. Their house was surrounded by the thick forest, so, unless it was some poor dying animal with asthma…
They walked by the walls of the house, up to the path from where the sound came, to the path that lead to the warehouse. Behind the little building there was…
"Edward?" they asked at the same time, looking shocked at the young boy bent in two on the grass, in a vain and painfully tentative dry heave.
He raised his head, his back still turned and looked at them, then a disgusted look came across his face at their sight and he began to make noises again.
"What do you think we should do?" whispered Esme to Carlisle "Do you think it's possible for vampires to be…ill?" she asked, unsure. It would be strange, but it was no like someone studied vampires before so…hell, vampires did exist!
"I don't know. I think it's better to leave him alone." he then put an hand to the small of her back and guided toward the porch. He thought he heard Edward mumble something like "All your fault", but he wasn't sure.
"Oh God, poor little Edward, my son" Esme murmured, once they were comfortably sitting on the sofa, cuddling together, her head resting on his broad, cold, perfect chest.
His head perked up "Your son?" he asked, and even if she could see his face, she knew he must had worn a confused look.
She sighed "Yes, I know it's childish, but I have always seen Edward like a son. Even if he is, technically older than me, and surely more mature than me, he is my son" she lifted her head to look up at the blond vampire "You know, it's strange to explain, you'll probably laugh at me, but I just feel like he's always right there, near my heart".
He shook his head "I completely understand what you mean, I feel the same too. He's my son, my best friend. Edward was my very first companion" he spoke solemnly.
"Poor honey" she said "I can't imagine how lonely you must have felt back then. All alone, with nobody like you to understand and divided you torments, it must have been terrible" she leaned up to kiss him, and he returned it.
"Yes, it wasn't exactly pleasant. But I think things turned out fairly well, in the end," he said, smiling, looking lovely at her.
She giggled "Yes, I think so".
After a while he suddenly asked her "But if Edward is near your heart" he started "Where am I ?"
She grinned and looked softly at him "You are my heart".