CPOV
"Carlisle, stop!" Esme giggles and kicks my hand away. We're enjoying the peace and quiet of an empty house by reading on the couch downstairs. She's laying with her head on the arm of the couch and her feet in my lap, which are covered by a blanket, except when I sneak my cold hands under to tickle her.
"I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart. I'm just sitting here reading. You're the one jerking and shaking around." I tell her innocently.
Of course she sees right through that and sticks me with a glare. I just smile at her. I love these lazy days at home doing basic, mundane things. It may be boring to some, but I've waited centuries to cuddle and tease my mate.
"Yeah, sure, you're so innocent." She jerks her feet off of me with a smirk and curls up in a ball.
"Hey, come back here." I whine and pull her legs back to me. "I promise to behave."
"Mhmm" she says like she doesn't believe me at all. I just smirk at her and go back to watching her read.
It's New Years Eve and all of the kids wanted to go hunting with their mates. I can't blame them, I was dying for some alone time with my mate too. They've been gone for about a day and a half, but they promised to be back by midnight so we can ring in the New Year together. It's only 6:00 in the evening, but I'm not sure Esme is going to make it. Since dinner, she's been yawning more frequently and snuggling into her blanket.
"Do you want to go lay down, love?"
"Maybe for a little bit." She says. "Let's grab a movie."
"Okay. You pick."
We climb out of the sofa and she goes over to our movie selection, and she surprises me by choosing a cartoon.
Once we're in my room, she climbs into bed and I get the movie started. We are back to staying in my room again. The only night we spent in hers, since the first night away from it, was the night we had our first fight. Thinking about how much pain I could feel from her that night makes me flinch. I'll never forgive myself for making her feel that way.
"You coming to bed, or are you going to stand in front of the TV all night?" the playful tone to her voice makes me smile.
"Well who could resist an offer like that?" I tell her before moving vampire speed over to the bed. She immediately cuddles into my chest and my arms go around her.
"Cinderella?" I ask when the title comes on the screen.
"Yeah." I can feel her blush against my chest and I wonder why she's embarrassed. "It was my favorite movie growing up. I just think there's something poetic about a woman who has nothing finding her everything in a prince charming. Also, Gus is the best Disney character of all time."
"It is a good story," I tell her, nuzzling my nose into her hair. "but I'm partial to Beauty and the Beast. A man who has everything, but loses it all; then finds everything he needed once it's gone."
"It has a certain poetry to it." She mutters against my chest. By now, Gus is on the screen and I know I've lost her.
I've never really sat down and watched "Cinderella" before, but as the story unfolds, I find myself feeling sorry for the prince. His parents are forcing him to marry and once he finds the right woman, she runs away Although if I were him, I would have gone to find her myself. There's absolutely no way that I wouldn't go after Esme if she ran from me.
Hot tears hit my chest during the ending when they show the happily ever after and I pull Esme's face up to kiss them away. Her mouth is too tempting and I can't help but press my lips to hers.
"Mmm I've been waiting to do that for 2 hours; that's far too long." I whisper against her lips and she hums her agreement.
Her fingers twine into my hair and I relish the feeling of her fingernails scraping against my scalp. Her tongue comes out to taste my lips and I open my mouth to taste her right back. I'm surprised when she moans and throws her leg over my hip. Her center is right above my throbbing manhood and it's taking everything in me to be a gentleman.
Her fingers move to the bottom of my shirt and pull on it, so I quickly whip it over my head. Her hot hands roam all over my body, and I gasp into her mouth when she drags her fingernails down my chest catching my nipple in the process.
My hands sneak under her shirt to the soft skin of her belly. Goosebumps break across her skin and I don't know if it is from my cold hands or from her lust. My hands continue to move upward until I'm at her naked breasts. I moan when they fall into my hands and she throws her head back in a groan. My mouth immediately attaches to her neck and I suck on her pulse point mimicking what my fingers are doing on her nipples. I think I'm doing a good job because she's moaning and writhing on my body. She's rubbing against me just right and I groan against her neck.
"Esme" I whisper into her ear before sucking the lobe into my mouth.
"Carlisle please" she whimpers and I'm not sure what she's begging for, but I'm dying to give it to her.
"What do you need, angel? I'll give you anything."
"Touch me, please."
"I am touching you, love." I accentuate my words by squeezing her breasts and she whimpers.
"I want to feel you."
She sits up a little and I make quick work of her shirt, using all of my self-control to not tear it. Once it's off, I shamelessly ogle her. I never knew anything could ever be so perfect. I take her breasts in my hands again and massage gently. I don't know how hard to push exactly, so I'm taking my time and being extra cautious. Her hard, pink nipples are just begging for my mouth, but I know that's a problem area for her, so I don't try it. She puts her arms around my neck and pulls her body to mine, I move my arms around her waist and we both moan when our bare chests come into contact. Her bottom half is still moving against me and I know she's not consciously doing it. Her body is so full of hormones right now, she's constantly running hot. I can't wait until I can take full advantage of those hormones. Her thin yoga pants and my sweatpants feel like small barriers between the most intimate parts of our bodies and the feeling is setting my whole body on fire. She's moving faster now as my mouth sucks on her neck and her arousal is strong in the air. I breathe in through my nose, relishing the scent and wanting to bury my face in it, but I know it's too soon.
"Carlisle, please." She whimpers. "I need…"
"I know what you need, angel, let me give it to you."
I pull back so I can look in he eyes and she nods. Pulling her on top of me, I rest my hands on her hips and help her rock against me. Never in my life did I think I would dry-hump a woman, but here I am and it feels so good.
"Oh God." She whispers and puts her mouth back on mine. I wonder if this will be her first orgasm and the thought fills me with pride that I'm making her feel this way and anger that her husband never did. My hands go to her breasts and pull softly on her nipples and she moans louder. She leans down to put her hands on either side of my head, and leaves her beautiful breasts swinging in my face as she moves. Oh God I bet they would taste so good.
"Oh yes, right there." She moans and I lean up to put my mouth on her neck. I have to taste her.
"Carlisle" she moans low in the back of her throat as she cums hard on top of me, before collapsing on me, her bare chest against mine and her face in my neck.
"Thank you" she breathes and kisses my skin.
"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." I tell her honestly. Seeing her fall apart, her body in my hands and my name on her lips was indescribable.
"That's never happened before. I didn't know it could be like that." She whispers, still breathing hard into my neck.
"Anytime you want, angel." I tell her.
My fingers are dancing along the sweaty skin of her back and she's laying small kisses on my neck as she catches her breath. I'm in complete bliss.
"Carlisle!" Alice yells from downstairs. I can tell by the tone of her voice that something serious is happening.
"Get dressed, love." I tell Esme before jumping out of bed and grabbing my shirt off of the floor and throwing it on. Esme is still topless when I turn around and I'm momentarily distracted.
"Go Carlisle. See what's wrong. I'll be down in a minute."
I nod and kiss her forehead before flying down the stairs.
"Alice! What's wrong? What happened?" I frame her face with my hands and try to get her to talk to me. Bella is sitting on the couch hugging her knees and Rosalie is pacing around the room with a murderous look on her face.
"Charles was here. It was a last minute decision and I couldn't get to you in time. Jasper, Edward, and Emmett are out trying to follow his scent, but his car was parked at the road and that's where the scent will end."
I roar and kick the coffee table across the room. I was so wrapped up in Esme's body that I didn't notice her worst fear coming to fruition.
I head a gasp behind me and I know it's Esme. My instincts are torn between joining the boys to track Charles down and staying here to protect Esme.
"What did he do? Why come and then leave?" She asks and the terror in her voice makes my decision for me. I'm up the stairs before she can blink, and I scoop her into my arms and cradle her like a baby. Her scent calms me down a little, but not as much as I need. I'm in full protection, territorial mode right now and I can't control it.
"He didn't try to get into the house." Alice answers Esme's questions once I have her in my arms and we sit down. "He parked his car by the road, which is why you didn't hear anything, cars drive on that road all of the time. He made his way up the driveway on foot, dropped a package on the doorstep and left."
"He's playing games." Esme whispers. I can't speak, if I try, all that will come out is a growl.
"What do you mean, Esme?" Bella asks.
"He always liked when I put up a fight. In the beginning I would hide from him to try and avoid a beating, but it didn't work. He liked it. He would walk around the house taunting me and laughing. He wanted me to be terrified when he found me. He seemed to draw some kind of power or motivation off of my fear. That's what he's doing now. Like a mouse and a cat, the cat will pay with a mouse before he eats it."
I can't help the small growl I let loose at the mere suggestion of Charles catching Esme. Feeling my growl, Esme puts a soothing hand on my chest. She's terrified and shaking in my arms, yet she's trying to soothe me. Her selflessness and love for me soothes me enough that I can speak.
"What did he leave?" I grind out between my teeth.
"I don't know. All I saw was a yellow envelope. It was on the porch when I got here, but I was focused on getting to you." Alice says.
At that moment, the boys walk in with murderous looks on their faces. Edward is holding a large envelope in his hands and he walks over to hand it to me. With his first step toward Esme and I, my lips pull back and I snarl at him. I don't mean to, my instincts are just on high alert. Edward reads my thoughts and nods before tossing the envelope onto the couch next to us.
When I open the envelope, all that's inside is a DVD case, the kind you get when you buy a bunch of blank DVDs. When I open it, all that's inside is a blank DVD with "You're Mine" written in red marker on the front.
"What do you think is on it?" Jasper asks.
"I'm not sure, but I'm guessing it's not good." Esme answers because I can't. I'm still trying to make my brain stop thinking of ways to kill Edward.
"Why don't we give you guys some privacy." Bella says, getting up and taking Edward's hand. Each of them leave the room being careful to stay a reasonable distance away from us.
Esme hasn't taken her eyes off of the DVD in my hands.
"Why would he send that to me?" she asks quietly.
Having her in my arms and the others gone has helped calm me some, and I can feel my vampire instincts retreating.
"I don't know. Do you want to watch it now or wait? There's no rush. It's completely your choice."
"I wanna know what he's up to. The sooner the better."
I nod and kiss her lips.
"How are you so calm?" I whisper because I'm definitely not.
"I don't know. I guess right now I'm focusing on what we can do. Am I terrified? Definitely, but I'm trying not to think about that when there are things we can do. We can watch this DVD and see what he wants. We can decide a plan so he won't get close to the house again. We can make a plan to leave and go somewhere he'll never find us. I can't fall apart right now because if I do, I won't be able to stop."
"Okay, love." I kiss her forehead and get up to put the DVD in the player.
Charles' face immediately comes onto the screen. It looks like he's messing with the camera and getting it just right.
"That's the bedroom." Esme whispers, she's in my lap again clinging to me.
Charles smiles drunkenly at us before leaving the room. There's some banging sounds and footsteps before he starts yelling.
"Esme!"
She flinches at the sound.
"Esme get your ass over here!"
There's more stomping and suddenly a scream.
I know immediately it's Esme's scream and I growl and tighten my hold on her.
There's more screaming and scuffling until Charles comes back into view, he's pulling Esme on the floor behind him by her hair. Her voice is weak and raspy as she calls out to him.
"Charles, please. It hurts."
"Come on you know you like it when I'm rough. It makes your pussy so wet for me. Go ahead and struggle, it makes my dick even harder."
He picks her up and throws her onto the bed and I know what he's going to do next.
In the back of my mind I register the sound of Rosalie and Emmett jumping out of the window and running from the house at top speed. I feel a pang of sympathy for my daughter before looking at the TV again.
Charles rips all of Esme's clothes off her revealing her thin, bruised body. She lays there with tears streaming down her face as he roughly runs his hands all over her body stopping to grip her breasts roughly.
The sight of another man touching my mate is making my skin crawl and venom pool in my mouth—my body is ready to kill someone. Esme is shaking in my lap, but is mysteriously quiet.
Charles roughly flips Esme over so she's laying on her stomach and lifts her hips. He unbuckles his belt and strokes himself a few times before moving towards her. When she screams and bucks away from him, he shoves her onto her back and gets in her face.
"I own you Esme, every piece of you. I'm going to take you in every hole of your body tonight and you're going to lay there and take it. Trust me, you're such a slut, you'll probably love it."
He lifts her legs so her knees are touching her ears and her cries of protest ring in my ear.
Esme turns her face at that moment to hid in my neck.
As Charles rapes Esme and rips her skin open, her cries grow louder.
I can't believe she lived like this for five years.
He's pounding into her roughly and calling her names like "whore" and "fat slut". Once he's done, he kicks her out of bed and tells her to clean up. She runs out of the room, probably to the bathroom, and he lays back with a smile. When he lifts the blanket to cover himself, there's a large spot of blood on it. His snores quickly fill the room and they're followed by Esme's gut wrenching sobs echoing through the TV speakers.
The screen goes black and I know it's over. I'm shaking with rage and there's no longer any doubt in my mind—I have to kill him.
"That was the last night I was there." Esme whispers into my neck. Her voice is flat and lifeless, but her whole body is shaking.
"I'll kill him." I growl. She doesn't answer, but I know she heard me. I can't fight my mating instincts any more; whether it's tomorrow or in two weeks, he will die and I'll be the one to do it. The knowledge of his impending death calms me and I turn my focus to the shaking woman clinging to me.
"What do you need, love?" I ask her.
"Get rid of that tape, Carlisle, please."
"Carlisle," Jasper says from his bedroom. "that tape is perfect motive for a restraining order. If Esme wants to go the legal route, we'll need that proof."
"No." I growl as I stand at the kitchen sink and grind the disk into dust with my bare hands. "No one will ever see that and we don't need a restraining order, he won't be alive long enough for one."
I don't get an answer, which is wise. Right now I can't take anyone's judgement on my mating instincts.
My heart melts when I walk back into the living room and find Esme curled up into a ball on the couch.
I pull her into my lap and run my fingers through her hair.
"Let it out, love, you can't hold it in. It will crush you. Just fall…and let me catch you."
Before I speak the last word, she lets loose a heart-wrenching wail. I hold her closer and let her cry. Her pain is my pain and I sob along with her. She has to let this out, she's been holding it in since she heard about the Christmas card, and it's not good for her or the baby.
"It's okay, love. It will all be okay. He'll never hurt you again." I whisper in her ear and I mean it. No more threats or notes. The next time he sticks his head out of his foxhole, I'm going to rip it off…and I'm going to enjoy doing it.