Disclaimer; I don't own Twilight or any of the characters associated with it, as much as I wish it was my own idea, it wasn't.

I explained to him about all of the little things that kids had been noticing, and he pretty much punched himself for not thinking about that earlier. We decided I should take some time off school, to learn to act human. First I learnt to walk half clumsily, which took a long time, It was kind of funny that I was trying to do the opposite of upper-class people being taught manners and how to walk straight. We built up a kind of routine, I'd play the piano, read, and otherwise occupy myself whilst Carlisle worked his varying shifts, dependent on the weather, and would be taught how to act human the rest of the time.

It had only been a year since I'd come back to Carlisle, and the routine had built up strongly. It seemed to focus my mind and I started to feel more or less normal-ish, at least, my life (or death) was coming together and boredom became easier and easier to escape. I always had things to do. One time I even ran to brazil and went swimming, just for something to do, and I started to see that it could be considered a gift, a curse as well, I hadn't forgotten, but I was doing things that no one else could. And I had no fears... aside from killing again. I felt like this could go on forever, but, as with all things, it was stirred up again.

It was quite late in the evening one day when I could hear Carlisle's thoughts as he approached the house.

"Don't let her die, please god..."

And then I noticed the other thoughts, they were fading, but definitely there.

"My son... My son... Where's the fire....? It burns..."

She went on like that for the few seconds it took for Carlisle to get to the house. He swung the door open and laid a bedraggled looking woman on the bed. she was covered in blood and her back looked appallingly out of shape. Her eyes were growing dim and her thoughts faded as she slipped into unconsciousness.

"Get out of here!" Carlisle shouted. "I can't have any accidents... in case the blood becomes too much for you."

We didn't talk after that, I watched him run around making sure she didn't die, she was in pretty bad shape. As I watched him I wondered what had inspired him to change her. He paced around when there was nothing else to do for her. I heard how worried he was getting, but I didn't speak to him, he needed to be in his own head, and I understood that. To pass the time, and hopefully soothe him, I played a piece on the piano. It didn't have a name, as with a lot of what I play. I don't seem to play music, but moods. I play whatever I'm feeling at any particular time, but Carlisle was made irritable by his stress, so I stopped. I picked up a book, Wuthering Heights (this was before I started disliking the characters), I opened it and started reading. I read for the the whole time until Esme's heart stopped beating. In that time I got through four other books I can't remember the titles of.

Thud. Then no more. It was over. I raced down to where she was.

Her eyes snapped open, the fiery red that mine had been. She looked confused. She was thinking along the lines of 'I should be dead. Am I dead, where am I?' I could hardly make it out though, because mixed in with that was the raw thirst that burned in her throat. I still didn't know who she was, all I'd gathered was that her name was Esme. I was lost in thought for a minute, when suddenly she cried out

"My Son!" And she ran to the corners and sat down hugging her knees, shaking and making a wretched gurgling noise, as if trying to force something out of her throat. She was frightened of what was going on, and sad because of her son... I didn't know why at the time. Then she turned round.

"Why can't I cry! I need to cry... Is this hell?"

Carlisle walked over to her to comfort her but she turned around and growled. She was close to attacking us. We were both on guard, but didn't want it to come to a fight. I decided it was time for her to hunt, we couldn't talk to her in this state, so I raced out of the door and was back in seconds, having checked for human scents.

"It's clear." I reassured Carlisle, and he nodded at me.

"I think you need to feed, come with me." He gestured at her to follow him, and she growled again. She launched herself at him and bowled him over, but he did nothing but stand up again. He smile at her again, reassuringly, and she hesitantly walked after him. I waited whilst they hunted, and took the opportunity to play the piano, and mull things over. I would have to talk to Carlisle.

It was about an hour before they came back, she seemed a bit better, but she was considerably blood-stained, and her clothes torn.

Once she was sitting peacefully enough, I waved Carlisle over.

"We need to talk..."

Authors Note;
Sorry it took so long to write, I've been feeling a bit off lately, but I hope you like it, it shouldn't be too long before I write the next chapter :)