Esme's POV

(the moment she closed her eyes)

"Esme you have too. Or you'll never heal!" Carlisle said. I tried to protest again, but I couldn't. I felt so weak. I obeyed my husband and I let the darkness evade my vision. My eyes closed and all of my other senses where cut off. Sound. Smell. Touch. I couldn't even taste the venom in my mouth. I tried to speak but couldn't. The darkness made me feel so alone. It was like my transformation again. I wanted to go back. Back to my life. Back to Carlisle. Back to...Back to...

Suddenly my mind was filled with images. Like I was dreaming. Impossible. Vampires couldn't dream. They couldn't sleep. How was this happening? I saw my human life play out in front of me. I was there on the farm, playing with my little sister. And then I was in school. Then I saw my husband. Carlisle held my leg as I sat in the hospital room. One of the most vibrant and clear human memories I had of him. Then I saw myself in my parents living room, and 'he' walked in. My ex-husband. or at this point in my 'dream', my fiancée. watched on as the girl in my 'dream' stood there and accepted the proposal of that man. That terrible man. Then the image disappear, and now I stood in a church, at the alter. "Don't do it!" I mentally screamed to the girl as she said "I do". Then there was the unpleasant memories. Charles hit me, and then dragged me to the bedroom by my hair as I scream helplessly. I had enough of this 'dream'. I wanted to leave. I wanted to go back. Why couldn't I go back? The memories played on, forcing me to watch. I sat in a bathroom holding a pregnancy test. I was pregnant? Of course I was. Wait, What? I was so confused as the memories pressed forwards. The girl was now running away, and then she was at a house. Her cousins house. And then she was in a hospital screaming, screaming to "get him out!". Get what out? Why was my 'dream' of me in pain? And then the blackness took over the images. "No!" I didn't want to be alone again. The darkness stayed until finally it receded a little. Enough do that I could see a figure standing on the edge of a cliff. I had thrown myself off a cliff. But why? And why didn't I know? Then darkness took dominance again. I was alone again. No memories. just darkness. Then darkness turned to a dark grey, and a voice broke through. "Oh Esme... What happened to you? Who did this to you? What happened to the sweet girl I met in the hospital ten years ago?" the voice asked. "Carlisle!" I screamed in my head. How was he here? The voice spoke again. "Don't worry Esme... I'll make everything ok again..." He said, and then he was gone. Suddenly I felt something. Had my senses returned? The pain grew and became more and more intense. I couldn't take it! I had to get out of here...but couldn't. The pain sudden disappeared again. The blackness receded again and my mind was filled with flashing images of my life after the voice had spoken. Carlisle. My angel I had dwelled over had returned. Edward. The boy who I had never met but loved instantly for some reason. My friendship with Carlisle. My nurturing towards Edward. The first time Carlisle and I kissed. Him proposing. Our wedding. Our honeymoon. Then Rosalie was there, and soon after, Emmett. Then Alice and Jasper appeared. My 50th anniversary. The island. Then Bella was there. Then her and Edward dating. Their wedding. Carlisle returning home with a human. Meeting Nicole. Bella's pregnancy. Renesmee. Then the battle. Running away. Then me. Pregnant. Carlisle standing over me. My baby boy, who's face I couldn't see. The blackness took over again. Then I heard something. Was it still the 'dream'? Or was I awake?

"Esme?" the gentle voice of my husband asked. He sounded sad. "Esme, please. Wake up." he asked quietly. I wanted to. But why couldn't I? I wanted to see my Carlisle. I knew this was no dream. I just couldn't open my eyes. Then the darkness in my mind turned to grey. It got brighter, and brighter. Brighter. I soon couldn't stand it. It was like a human staring at white light. Then there was a flash. The white light was gone.

I now stared at the angelic face of my husband.

"Ca-rlisle?" I said. A smiled came across his face, and he dropped the hand he was holding. Mine. His arms wrapped around me. He kissed me. I responded and my arms snapped up, I sat up, pulling him closer to me. His one hand was around my back, and his fingers ran though my hair. The other was on my cheek. He broke the kiss.

"I'm so glad your ok," he said. he sat on the bed I was laying on. We were in our bedroom.

"H-how did I get here? I though I was in the library?" I asked him. He didn't respond for a second. I gasped, "The baby! Where is he. I want see him." I said and went to get off the bed, but fell. Carlisle caught me. he helped me back up on the bed.

"Careful dear. Your weak. You need blood. Hold on a minute." he said, and rushed out of the room. I heard several noised come from below me. then Carlisle returned with a glass of blood. "here," he said, handing it to me. I drank it and almost instantly felt my strength come back. It wasn't enough to satisfy me, but I felt better.

"Can I go now?" I asked eagerly. Carlisle placed a hand on mine.

"We need to talk first. Esme? How much of your human life do you remember?" Carlisle asked...