I don't own any of the characters but I wish I did. Edward's pov is fun to write.

Well this chapter is dedicated to Liz and Darien. Thanks for pushing me to update sooner.

Next time, Darien, don't jump on me. Lol. Just kidding.

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His frantic thoughts crashed through the endearing melody. Panic resonated in his few thoughts but the emotion was conveyed none the less. A false key broke the flowing music with an eerie twang as I jumped up to meet him at the door. I reached out across the distance with my mind to learn what caused this frantic panic. When our minds touched I felt his thirst fill my head. A ravenous hunger grew in my throat as I smelled a searing and sweet aroma. It wasn't my own senses bringing this in but Carlisle's. What was happening to him?

I threw open the front door of our secluded little cottage. Sprinting across the acre that composed our front lawn was a disheveled Carlisle carrying a bundle of blankets. Feet dangled out of one end; they were petite and broken. I tracked a single drop of blood as it fell to the grass below like an innocent rain drop. Oh it smelled so sweet. His graceful gait remained unaffected by his small burden and yet the pain on his face was unequaled in my few years with him. Agony set fire to his eyes as he tried not to look down at the pile of blankets.

A torturous wind, most inopportune in timing, blew in my face. The blood ignited in me that feral beast. Immediately I stopped breathing but the air in my lungs tasted of the sweet human aroma. Nothing extraordinary yet still tantalizing as always. What Carlisle was doing, I had no idea, but his mind was frenzied as never before. Again the sweet scent filled my nose, intoxicating.

I tried to stop my breathing but it wasn't working. As they approached her scent seemed only to gain allure to me. Only as Carlisle approached with his immense speed did I realize that my breathing had stopped. No air entered my lungs and yet this scent continued to flow through my senses. I spotted Carlisle's chest rising and falling in slow rhythm against the small bundle in his arms.

My control was greatly improved since the last mishap. Elizabeth! Remembering her was becoming increasingly difficult. Her scent and taste reminded me of what I couldn't have and also of the horrible thing I could be. I physically shook the thoughts from my head and closed my eyes. My attention turned to the bundle of blankets.

Her mind was quiet and sheltered in unconsciousness. Flickering images darted across her memory; a baby, the edge of a cliff, the ground below. Overwhelming sorrow filled her mind as she dove into the abyss of insured death. An involuntary shiver ran down my spine at her will to die, to end her life and forever be no more.

I looked up seconds later to see Carlisle nearly to the house. Move Edward Please! It amazed me that he still tried to be courteous in such a state of alarm. The monster in me lashed out at the closeness of the blood. I had to make Carlisle stop. His sharp breaths resonated in his mind for me to hear and feel. The smell was even more overwhelming as he pulled in deep calming breaths. They burned his throat as well as mine.

He took her into the unused bedroom and laid her down on the unused bed. It was there for appearance only. We both heard her shallow heart beats. The gentle thumping reminded me of a metronome ticking slowly side to side. I wondered how she could have survived the fall or Carlisle carrying her here. The tender pulsing of the blood through her veins pained me slightly. The echoing beats that drifted throughout the frail body nearly hypnotized me into letting the beast out. I was so close to letting go. I gripped the door frame to keep myself in place. I wouldn't disappoint Carlisle again.

A crack issued from the beam of the frame as my hand pushed it beyond its limits. My fingers sank into the wood. Carlisle spun to face me in a graceful but ferocious movement. Edward! It was a fierce warning. He feared I would lose control again. His mind screamed at him to get rid of me, to make me leave. I had improved so much over the years since Elizabeth but his instinct reminded him of my youth.

"Edward, control your self," he advised.

The air in my lungs would only allow me to speak a few quick words. I stared at him for a moment. "Stop breathing, I can't take the smell," I rambled. Then I tapped my head to remind him that I could hear his mind and experience his feelings.

The confusion on his face told me that, in his panic, he didn't remember my ability. I felt his recognition like a slap to the face. He was so absorbed in her, that frail human. What was she to him that I became obsolete? No, I'll not be jealous if Carlisle wishes to create another. I quickly stifled the fumes rising in my mind. Carlisle was doing what he felt was right. I didn't have the right to argue with his choices.

He nodded and stilled his chest. The rush died as her fragrance faded from Carlisle's senses. Only the memory was left to burn us both.

I hated not breathing, my empty lungs felt awkward. It wasn't pain just uncomfortable sensation. Ignoring the itch in my chest I looked closer at the object of the commotion.

Her entire body was broken and bruised. She seemed far too limp for any of her bones to still be in one piece. Blood seeped from hundreds of cuts in time with her gently pounding heart. It called to me but only by sight and sound; the same temptations of any animal I had come across in my few years. I could deal with these.

I crouched but I didn't tense. Carlisle glanced back when the door frame creaked again. The protective nature of his face and mind was a startling contrast to his usual expression but he soon decided I was no threat to the human girl on the bed.

Edward… Leave…. You won't be able to handle this appropriately, he thought. There was concern in his thoughts but not for me. The edge on his voice stung. By appropriately he meant I would lose my hard fought for control again, like with Elizabeth. I was better than that now. He should know that.

I turned to leave. A rush of air into my lungs burned but it was mild compared to Carlisle's breath. "Be quick Carlisle." I knew the suffering that went with the change and I was looking forward to the time when she would be whole and like us. I didn't want to hear her misery for three days. I didn't envy her position.

I will Son, now go. Really concern for me entered his thoughts as he realized his neglect of me but it was muffled quickly by thoughts of her. I couldn't understand what he was thinking. His feelings were muddled and confusing.

I nodded and left. A took a deep breath to keep back my hatred of the human. She stole his affection. He was my father first. There was a staggering stab of heat in my chest as Carlisle took a deep breath. "I'll make it quick… I promise," he whispered. His patient was unresponsive to his comforting.

Her mind was hollow except for the images. I felt myself falling off the cliff with her as it played in her memory over and over again. I nearly lost myself in her recollections, unable to tell the difference between her and me. I was pulled in by the undertow, released only for quick moments of awareness in my self.

Suddenly, I was wrenched from her pain. Again the heat hit my senses as Carlisle took another steadying breath. If I could have fainted I would have fallen over walking out of the room.

Falling to my death… The bleeding girl before me… The spacious living room was no longer in front of me for more than a second. My vision jumped between Carlisle's sight and the dying girl's final memories.

Sudden movement and I gripped a chair to keep back a sense of lightheadedness. I had never experienced anything like it. We were not supposed to fell any unsteadiness. Carlisle was moving closer to the woman. I was standing still and yet moving in the same instance.

Falling… Never hitting the ground… Endless falling…

Thumping… Pulsing… Beating…

So close to the ground… So close to the end… It would all be over soon…

An intake of breath… Burning lungs… Withering control submitting to feral nature…

I gasped as Carlisle took the bite. The flavor brought venom to my mouth. The blood flooded my throat even as air flooded my lungs. I gasped to make sure I wasn't the one who attacked the broken woman.

I sank to my knees to keep from returning to the bedroom and taking my share of the frail human. I latched onto the chair and gripped it will all my might. I felt like a drunk, thirsty human. The blood seemed to be filling me with power as it was supposed to do and yet I felt it only in my mind, or rather Carlisle's. At the same time I felt the blood flowing from my veins in an unsettling vertigo yet my body remained whole. Trapped in an endless circle of being filled and empty at the same time tormented my mind.

My throat itched. Unconsciously I lifted my hand to the smooth, flawless skin of my neck. The itch began to move along my veins, and permeate my flesh.

Carlisle's ecstasy and the falling sensation alternated with increasing speed until they became one sensation.

Her eyes shot open and took in her surroundings. The immense pain of her wounds bearing on her mind, she didn't realize what was happening.

Still falling… I hit the ground and an explosion of pain coursed through my body, but it wasn't mine, any of it. I felt it but my body didn't react. I had fallen so far but I was unharmed.

I felt her every injury with her. Broken bones, bruises, cuts, bleeding holes in her body seeping the life from her. Lastly she saw Carlisle above her. Something new accosted her frail form.

Fiery pain shook her limbs as it poured into her extremities flowing from her neck. Panic quickened her once dying heart but that only aided the venom's distribution into her system. It spread quickly, gaining flesh with every pulse.

She was so close to death. I felt her slipping off. Soon there would be nothing to carry the venom and she would cease to live. A sudden fear of death gripped her. This sensation was not present when she threw herself from the cliff. Now she wanted to live.

I tried to read Carlisle. I knew his intention was to turn her. In a way, I felt his need for her to live. A battle waged within him. He had never tasted anything so rich and satisfying; stopping would appear impossible. The other immovable force was Carlisle's good nature, his compassion, his heart. He would rather give up her blood than lose her forever. Carlisle pulled himself away with tremendous effort. I felt her taste coating my throat, my mind begged for more. How did he stop? He moved away from her quickly to the far side of the room. He knew a temptation I was sure I would never feel and yet he fought with all his will to be good.

There was no filter for the influx of sensory information. My mind was battered with the thoughts and surroundings of Carlisle and the human. I made my way to the front door of the cottage but couldn't bring myself to leave. The intense emotions from Carlisle and the woman overrode my own with ease. I slid to the floor with my back against the wood.

The pain was strange. I knew it wasn't physical or even mine but their minds pulled me into it.

Carlisle took her hand. Live…live…live…he thought. The fire in her palm tormented him in many ways. He hoped to help her through his cool touch like he did for me. She felt the chill of his fingers but it relieved nothing. The pain ate at the sensation as if it were threatening to fight the heat.

She stared at him with such fire in her eyes. His angelic face, something about it told her she would survive this if only for him. I need him…More than anything else, I love him…She knew this with the whole of her mind. She would endure.

Carlisle wanted to warn her that it would only get worse before it got better, but he also wanted her to know it would end soon enough. He hated himself for taking another life no matter how close to death.

Carlisle's thoughts were focused on the woman. I whimpered at the next wave of pain in her body. Bones shifted and began to mend. She thought they were breaking again. Cracks issued from her healing frame as bones clicked into place. I tried so hard to hide my suffering, to be strong but of course he heard my slip up.

Edward?

"I'm still here Carlisle," I whispered sure he would hear. I masked my current pain as best I could but he knew me too well.

Edward, his mind flickered. What's going on… Are you alright?

"Partially," I grimaced at the new wave of images. She was remembering everything. On top of the pain I was sucked under again. I barely heard Carlisle anymore.

Edward? Edward!

The doctor entered the room. "I'm so sorry Esme. He didn't make it." Pain gripped her in ways she had never experienced. Her baby, gone without a chance for life. Esme was so attached to that small life, her need to be a mother and the loss of her child consumed her. The memory ended in deep plummeting sorrow.

"Edward! Edward!" Carlisle was crouched in front of me, hands on my shoulders. I took a deep breath and looked up. What's happening?

"I can't get her out of my head. I see… I feel everything." Pain lined my words. Why must I suffer the turning twice.

"Go. Leave and get as far from here as you need to–"

"Esme needs you… I'll be fine… Go." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Esme…Esme. What a beautiful name… I'm sorry you must suffer this again. I would wish this on no one.

He was always too kind. I couldn't leave though. I barely made it to the door I didn't know how far I would have to go to be rid of her presence. Her mind was strong and if the distance was anything like how far I must be from Carlisle I would never be able to escape her pain.

I looked up again but Carlisle was gone. All that remained before me was the piano Carlisle had bought with the cottage.

The day dragged on as I faded in and out of her memories unable to control what I was seeing. Her mental force was overwhelming. The heat, the pain, the memories. Her mental agonies beat upon me.

Carlisle sat with flickering worry and stiff control. He didn't understand what was happening. He had never encountered someone with my range of ability so he didn't know how to help me. The only thoughts I was able to catch from Carlisle ranged from dejected bouts of self hatred to drifting thoughts about someone named Aro. He didn't understand and that worried him.

Esme's conscience was worse. Drowning in an agony that I remembered all to well, she relived every painful memory over and over again. Her screams went unheard by human ears in civilization so far away but they frequently pierced the air.

Night drifted in through the windows. I would close my eyes and daylight would take its place. Her memories held me under for hours at a time. No escape seemed probable. Not for three long days. I was her prisoner and she didn't even know I existed.

The final day grew more painful and violent. A storm waged outside and the crash of thunder would be followed by lightning minutes later. So far from the center of the storm the rain still poured with the fury of the heavens. I didn't notice the start of the storm I just became aware of it in one of the few moments within my self.

Night drifted in. A crash of thunder rocked the house drowning out Esme's screams. A flash of lightning and I was gone from the cottage.

Thrown into another memory the pain dulled to a low pulsing hum that made my mind tremble. Soft piano keys sung to the room. The music flowed swiftly to encircle the young woman lounging on the sofa. I didn't recognize the tune but it numbed all sensation. I listened to the melody but the odd breaks suggested the artist was mingling songs. Esme was contented to listen though in her mind no music played. She couldn't remember the song from the memory.

I realized I had inserted the music into her memories. Only I could hear it. The melodies blended the more I thought about it. Inspired I stood shakily. We were not supposed to quake and quiver. The piano was close to the bed room wall.

Traversing the room with care, I sat on the bench. The music in my head multiplied and became more complex as I added impossible frames. I started off simply. My hands drifted along the keys playing a soft repetitive sequence in varying cords. The melody was calm and sorrowful. I built on the tune until I was playing too many keys for any human composer to touch.

Esme's mind released mine. I was suddenly free to think for my self. Carlisle's mind remained as usual but I thought only about the music and ignored his thoughts.

"Edward?"

I glided into the next verse with the ease of a few low notes. A more melancholy rhythm balanced a quick paced beat. I heard every note in my mind as the piano echoed my thoughts. Nothing else made a sound. No screams pierced the air. No agonies attacked me. The rain mingled with the melody like a soft back ground instrument.

I tried to reach out to her again. See what the touch of her mind was like without the excessive force. She listened to the music. Calmly she endured the pain as if I could convey all my knowledge and sympathies through the keys of the piano. I knew now that she needed the music to help dull the pain.

Carlisle walked over to the piano and listened to the song. I closed my eyes and swayed with the music. I drifted through the next frames of the song. I let her memories guide the mood of the refrain. Sometimes it shifted rapidly from happy to sad and back again.

"Edward," Carlisle ventured. What are you doing? His curiosity got the better of him.

"I can't help it… I'm not trapped in her mind anymore… It just comes to me… She likes it," I told him.

"What do you mean," he stared at me. I don't understand any of this at all…Esme's quiet and she seems better off, so I should be grateful.

"Esme likes to listen to the piano… This is her song… Well I'm playing what she feels…"

"What is she thinking now," Carlisle whispered as the melody dove into a lull of sad notes.

"Her father died when she was young… She remembers his pain and suffering… Standing beside the bed as he took his last breath…"

"Really…" His sorrow echoed the music.

I jumped keys but the pause was non-existent. A pulsing sound issued from the instrument before me. "You know she fears death now… Not when she jumped off the cliff… She wanted death so badly then… You gave her something to live for…"

I love her, Edward.

"I know you do Carlisle." I opened my eyes to look at him and smile. "I think I will love her too."

He smiled. Thank you, for everything.

"It's almost over. Go be with her when it ends."

He nodded and left. I kept the melody even as the pain accelerated. A few notes of relief as the heat began chasing her heart.

My fingers are cold…Her grief remained her own as she clutched at her chest. My heart is going to explode…

Carlisle went back to grip her hand. Tenderly he ran his pale hands over her skin, tracing the heat up her arm. "Am I going to die?"

At first Carlisle was startled at her gasping, pain infused question.

"No," he whispered.

"I won't leave you," she replied. "I promise." I felt the heat grip her heart completely and my fingers stopped over the keys cutting short the escalating power issuing from the piano. One last desperate beat and her heart stopped. I paused waiting to hear her thoughts.

It felt like eternity before she nearly crushed Carlisle's hand in a vicious grip and the newborn's feral nature took over. She looked at him with bloody eyes and took deep quick breaths. Every breath pulled in something she never noticed before.

She felt for the wounds she thought she had sustained. Carlisle just stared at her. Their love exploded in unison. Esme jumped on Carlisle and nearly broke every rib he had. She sat on his chest and played with his hair. "Esme relax, you are stronger than you think," he teased, fighting for his breath.

"What is your name, love," she sounded so far from the human Esme. Her voice mingled with the beast living inside her. The human blood and the new senses made her no more than an excited child.

"Carlisle," he replied.

"Carlisle" she grinned slyly. "Carlisle," she played with it for away awed by her new voice. It was odd to few their affection is such an intimate manner. They were so absorbed in each other that they paid me no attention.

I walked out into the rain. They needed their privacy and I know Carlisle wouldn't miss me. I ran. Pure enjoyment consumed me. I was alone. Glorious silence. I wasn't listening to anyone else's thoughts. I sprinted through the drops as they seemed to pause in mid fall.

I looked back to see my trail through the floating water. Then I returned to my venture. My white shirt clung to my skin, saturated with the rain.

I didn't know where I was running but everything seemed familiar. I stopped abruptly at the sheer face of a cliff. I ground below was washed clean but I knew where I was, what had happened here.

Esme's cliff. The bottom promised death and guaranteed the end. It could claim a life, but not hers. I looked to the sky, spread my arms and jumped off backwards. The sky remained before me.

Truly plummeting now I felt the weightless sensation from her memories. The rain drifted up as I glided gracefully down.

Thunder struck and the lightning lit the ground below. It was so close, right there. But it offered nothing for me. I twisted and struck the ground on two feet. Crouched before more forest, I smiled.

Esme's fall should have led to her death. But instead it led her to Carlisle. He waited centuries for her to jump to her death. Would I ever find anyone that way? Whose fortunate fall would bring me eternal love and happiness?

I stood and laughed.