Author's note: I'd like to welcome Stormy4ever, thanks for following this story. Thanks Pixie.f.9 and Rosmarlin I love your reviews. I've been reading a lot of other Twilight fan fiction. If you love Carlisle and Esme stories may I recommend 'Stained Glass Soul' written by Mackenzie L, she is sublime.

Disclaimer: I have to write the stories in my head to relieve the pressure. I thought it would help me with my addiction but it only feeds the obsession. Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and is gracious enough to let me play with her characters and Twilight Universe. All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

You do something to me

(Cole Porter)

I was mighty blue,
thought my life was through,
till the heavens opened,
and I gazed at you.
Won't you tell me, dear,
Why, when you appear,
something happens to me
and the strangest feeling
goes through me?
You do something to me,
something that simply mystifies me.
Tell me, why should it be
you have the power to hypnotize me?
Let me live 'neath your spell,
Do do that voodoo
that you do so well.

11:30 a.m., Monday, January 12th 1931, The Cullen House.

Carlisle was playing with a strand of Esme's hair, relishing in the feel of her tresses between his fingers. He was slowly tracing the curve of her back with his other hand as she lay before him. They had spent all morning in bed since Edward left for school. Esme was purring with satisfaction. Carlisle's eyes became black with desire as he watched his wife. He never tired of her company and moments like this reminded him he was blessed with an angel.

"What is it Love?" he asked her after she rolled over facing him with a sigh.

"I'm just very happy darling." She smiled up at him.

He kissed her passionately on the lips in response.

"Carlisle, if you keep kissing me like THAT, we'll never go on those errands." She giggled.

"Mmmm, you make me forget everything." He hummed leaving a trail of kisses down her neck.

"Funny, wasn't it you, who told me vampires have infallible memories"? Esme laughed.

"Ah, but your charms make me powerless my love." He responded in a gravelly voice. "I can only think of you." He said as he buried his face in her hair.

Carlisle distracted Esme to such a degree they remained in bed for another hour.

When they were finally heading out the door Esme had her lists ready for her shopping trip. She needed to get supplies for the soup kitchen where she volunteered and food from the grocery store for the upcoming Ladies Auxiliary Cotillion. Vampires don't eat human food but Esme loved to bake and cook for various community events. She even planned on entering her cherry cobbler in this year's county fair. The bake offs were very competitive and Esme was getting a little annoyed at a certain Mrs. Ratcliffe looking down her nose at her friends.

Carlisle was driving them to town; he planned on going to the police station after dropping Esme off at the market. He had gotten a call the police wanted to question him further about the murder case. He was hopeful the police would catch the killer before he struck again.

The happiness of Edward's homecoming had been marred with worry for Carlisle. The appearance of a nomadic vampire and these murders made him hyper vigilante and a bit over protective of his family. Esme and Edward were everything to him and he would never let anything harm them. Esme thought him silly escorting her around town for her errands and Edward couldn't help but roll his eyes at the new "No hunting alone" rule. Still Carlisle was grateful that they obeyed and humored him. That didn't mean he would escape them teasing him about it though.

Carlisle parked his car across the street from the police station and headed into the building for his meeting with Lieutenant Shaw.

Officer Van met Carlisle at the front desk. "Doc," Van called, "follow me to the Lieutenants' office." Carlisle went right along with Van to Shaw's office; Dupper and Haus were sitting next to John Rennie the reporter from the 'Clearfield Progress'.

The Lieutenant sat behind his desk going through letters on his desk.

"Lieutenant Shaw," Carlisle greeted, "What did you want to see me about?"

"Doc, thank you for coming," Shaw replied, "We have some new developments in the case." Shaw handed Carlisle the letter written by the Ripper along with a two-page report. Carlisle was revolted by the report; the murderer seemed to take great glee in describing the rapes and torture of his victims. The letter attached to the report was taunting the police.

My Dear Lieutenant Shaw,

You will never catch me I'm like smoke. But you and the town will pay for disturbing the resting place of my most beautiful murders. You will pay with the blood of your children. I will toy with them and then eat their entrails and suck on the sweet marrow of their bones. They will pay for your transgressions.

Follow me to hell if you can,

The Clearfield Ripper

Carlisle looked up aghast from reading the report. "Henry, we have to capture this madman!"

Shaw's brow was furrowed and he had a deep frown on his face. "Doc any chance these letters could be a hoax?"

"No, these letters are not a hoax." Carlisle continued, "This report is too detailed and exact to the autopsy reports that it could only be from the killer."

John Rennie sat between Dupper and Haus, listening to the discussion; he was visibly shaken. He ran his fingers through his hair and looked up at Shaw with a terrified expression. "Shaw, you can't expect me to bait this lunatic." He groaned, "I have a family, I can't put them in danger."

Shaw gave Rennie an a stoic look, "Rennie it doesn't matter what you do, all our families are in danger."

"You're not printing these letters," Shaw stated, "They are evidence but you will print this article." Shaw handed the reporter a sheet of paper. "Dupper and Haus will guard you and your family." Rennie looked like a broken man as the officers led him out of the office.

"Doc, I need you to give us a list of places where someone can get the equipment used to do these 'procedures' this sicko categorized in his report." Shaw requested.

"I can have it ready tomorrow," Carlisle replied, "have Officer Van stop by the hospital tomorrow afternoon."

"Thank you Carlisle, we're following up all the leads we can." Said Shaw. "I just hope it will be enough to catch this killer." Shaw finished solemnly.

After his meeting with the police, Carlisle drove to pick up Esme from the market.

She was standing on the corner waiting for him. She had a wistful expression on her face as she looked back towards the store at two women gossiping with one another.

"Hello my beautiful wife." Carlisle greeted her as he drove the car along side her.

Esme's face immediately brightened as Carlisle walked around the car to open the door for her. "Hello my handsome husband." She replied. He kissed her hand as he assisted her to her seat. "How was shopping?" Carlisle asked, "Did you get everything you needed?"

"Yes, and everything will be delivered to the house tomorrow morning." She replied.

"Is everything else all right my Love? You seemed distracted when I pulled up." Carlisle asked concerned.

"Oh it's nothing really," Esme sighed, "I just find the gossiping of Flora Caldwell and Matilda Ratcliffe very annoying."

"Sweetheart don't let those chatty hens bother you." He said as he kissed her fingers.

"I know what will cheer you up." Carlisle smiled, "The high school will be letting out soon, why don't we meet Edward and see how his first day of school went?"

Esme's smile lit up like the sun. "Oh Carlisle, I would love that!"

They drove to the High School and heard the dismissal bell ring as they arrived.

They watched as the students rushed out of the school, a few students stopped to admire Carlisle's automobile. It was a black 1928 Mercedes-Benz SSK 2-door roadster and it drew more attention than he liked. Ten minutes later most of the student body had left the school grounds, leaving Esme and Carlisle wondering where Edward could be.

Edward's first day of school had not been ideal; he was trying to withdraw from his music class with no success. Also two of the schools senior football players Horace Caldwell and Frances Ratcliffe had been trying to get him alone all afternoon to 'teach' him a lesson. It would seem they were very unhappy with the attention he was receiving from the school's female population.

Edward had been able to read their minds so he knew ahead of time where they were waiting for him so he was able to avoid any confrontations. The only problem with that was both boys became angrier that their frustrated attempts to 'educate' Edward in school hierarchy were always foiled. Edward realized Carlisle and Esme were outside waiting for him. He could hear their thoughts and started walking towards their location.

Carlisle noticed a several young men standing at the side door of the school when he spotted Edward exiting the building. Edward knew that he would have to walk past both football players but did not think they would do anything in public in front of witnesses. Edward was wrong to underestimate their stupidity. He was suddenly shoved and pushed by Ratcliffe.

"Where do you think you are going Nancy boy?" growled Horace Caldwell who also took a turn at pushing Edward. Harry Shaw and Will Foster were two of the onlookers.

"Hey Ratso and Horrible, lay off, he didn't do anything." Harry spoke up.

"My name is Edward," he replied, "let me pass." Trying to make his way around the bullies.

"Not so fast, pretty boy," Ratclife blocked his way, "we saw you trying to make time with my girl during lunch." The boy spat.

"No he didn't, leave him alone!" Will defended.

Horace grabbed Edward's arms from behind and hissed, "We're going to teach this pansy to leave our girls alone."

"You're delusional." Edward said smirked disdainfully.

Everything happened at once, Carlisle started making his way towards the boys when he saw the conflict. Harry and Will kept the other boys from jumping Edward. Ratcliffe pulled back his arm and threw a punch at Edward's face. But the 'lesson' didn't go as planned. Edward broke free from Horace's arm lock and quickly ducked, Ratcliffe's fist connected with Horace's nose with a gruesome crunch.

Both boys yelped with pain, Horace covered his nose as blood dripped from it. Ratcliffe was cradling his hand cursing at Edward "Son of a..."

"I would not finish that sentence if I were you young man." announced Principal Thorton sternly. Mr. Thorton came around the other boys and looked on the scene.

No one noticed Edward's eyes grew black from the scent of blood. His throat was burning; he stopped breathing fighting control of his bloodlust. Carlisle reached him and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Edward, are you okay?" he asked concerned. Edward nodded his head as a feeling of calm suddenly rushed through him with Carlisle's presence. "Mr. Thorton, I have my Doctor's bag in my car, if you allow me, I can treat these young men." Carlisle offered.

"Thank you Doctor Cullen," Thorton replied, "You are more than kind considering the circumstances."

The Principal turned back towards the other boys with a frown.

"The rest of you go home," Thorton ordered, "there is nothing to see here."

Carlisle led Edward back to the car. Esme was frantic with worry, "Oh Edward." She said as she hugged him tightly. "I'm fine Esme." Edward reassured her sadly.

"Edward, I'm very proud of your self control." Carlisle said.

"But I could have …" Edward started painfully.

"You didn't do anything wrong," Carlisle interrupted him, "stay here with Esme while I tend to our 'champions' over there."

"Carlisle, please hurry," Esme asked, "I want to go home."

"Yes Darling," he replied, "don't worry, I'll take care of everything. I want you both to try to relax."

They watched him walk back towards the school. Mr. Thorton led them to the principal's office where Carlisle checked both boys. Caldwell's nose wasn't broken but Carlisle plugged and bandaged it to stop anymore bleeding. Ratcliffe was treated for a sprained hand. "I hope you both learned that violence never solves anything." Carlisle reproached them firmly.

"Be assured they will be punished, Doctor." Mr. Thorton stated severely.

Carlisle gave both boys after care instructions then left to take Esme and Edward home. He was concerned that this incident could discourage Edward from school.

His son had a tendency to over think things and blame himself for everything. Carlisle hoped he and Esme could give Edward more confidence in himself.

He headed towards his car looking forward to taking his family home.