A/N: Hey guys, thankyou for all the wonderful reviews and to everyone who've added me to their favourites etc. I really do appreciate it :) Sorry to leave you all on such a cliffhanger last time, I felt like being mean mwhahaha! Edward is quite OOC here from what we've been used to seeing in the real "Twilight" saga, but we all know he's a little over-dramatic and very emotional at times. He's a very upset, confused, angry, pubescant boy at the moment, I hope you all understand lol. Enjoy anyways :)

Edward PoV

Shit.

I'd just destroyed at least half a dozen trees, punched a hole into the ground and almost ripped my finger nails off scratching the floor.

What I was most concerned about, however, was the fact I probably just scared the hell out of Esme.

Shit.

I couldn't control myself, it was worse than anything I have ever felt in my entire life, worse than the constant blood-lust, worse than the Spanish influenza, worse than my constant guilt and worry over disappointing Carlisle. Even worse than the three days of excruciating, utterly consuming pain in order to transform into this existence.

I could not bear it. I felt like ripping out my eyes, just so that I wouldn't have to see it being replayed over and over again behind them. I wanted to scream. So I did. Several times.

Esme had been keeping it out of her thoughts, or at least when I wasn't around. Generally she filled up that time thinking about mundane, every day things, or her ideas for new decoration plans. There were some things though, that she was unable to hide from me. She loved Carlisle.

She deserved someone like him, someone pure. Someone that would love, cherish and treat her right. Not like that…

There it was again. I seriously needed to rip the head off that fucking prick. Right now!

Everything had been played out to me as if I was stood right there when it happened, as if I was made to watch. Her flood gates burst open and before I even had chance to register what was happening, my mind was plagued with memories of him hitting her, spitting in her face, ripping her hair out, leaving her lying on the kitchen floor sobbing into the night while he went to go grab another beer. Telling her she was worth nothing, she would never amount to anything; her only purpose was to serve him. Memories of him laughing in her face for crying when he kneed her in the abdomen. Memories of him raping her.

I dug my fingers into the base of my neck and pulled as hard as I possibly could, letting out a feral snarl as I did so.

This was too much. I had bonded with Esme so quickly, almost before she even fully transformed. Her thoughts were always, always, pure. There were no negative thoughts, no viciousness directed anyone; she had no malice. She radiated goodness and innocence. Esme was born to love. I knew that instantly. In every way she was a mother. Even though I had barely known her longer than two months, even though we were not related in any way biologically, despite the fact she was only 9 years older than me physically…she was my Mom.

No-body hurt my mother like that, without paying for it anyway. I saved my anger for when I got there, I wanted him to feel the full extent of it all.

Esme PoV

I don't know how long it hand been since I breathed. Though we didn't technically need to breathe, it felt natural. But now I held my breath in hope that Edward did not intend to go after Charles. Not because I cared for my…husband, it sickened me to think that word, but because I worried about Edward. I imagined him to be like Joseph would have if he hadn't been snatched away prematurely, before he had chance to live.

My anger pushed me forwards, we began sprinting even faster and Carlisle's legs became a blur to my right. He face was strained, he was clenching his jaw; everything about him screamed "extremely concerned parent". He was frantic. Like a mother who panicked when her baby sneezed.

I reached out to take his hand and gave it a re-assuring squeeze, before letting go to dodge a tree. I felt very close to Carlisle, although he knew very little about me up until five minutes ago, I felt like I had known him all my life. He never pushed or pressured me, even though I know it must have been driving him crazy to not know a thing about who I am and was. He was so patient, loving, kind, considerate and lovely. He just so happened to be the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on too. Even now, flying through the air, his fists balled up, teeth clenched tight…I struggled to tear my eyes from him. I had wanted to touch him so desperately recently, that I could not hold myself back any longer, so I flung myself at him. He probably thought I was crazy, but at least he hugged me back; I laughed because I knew it took him by such surprise. Now I'd taken the first plunge, I just didn't want to stop touching him.

"Esme, you're going to have to take it from here. Lead me to his house. Please." His voice was strained and he sounded in as much pain as he looked. I knew the 'please' was an after thought instantly brought forward by his natural kind nature.

Carlisle slowed his pace slightly to let me move ahead of him, I knew it must've killed him to slow down.

Though I knew I should be, I was not scared or apprehensive about seeing Charles again. So much had happened since then that I deemed him insignificant now; I was a new person and I didn't care what he thought. I knew Carlisle would protect me no matter what.

I laughed inwardly at the thought. I was stronger than Carlisle and Edward put together at the moment, I could break Charles' neck with one flick of my finger. Oh dear. I chastised myself for my thoughts instantly and would've blushed profoundly if it had been possible. This set me off grinning in my head once again. I don't know why I was acting like a teenage school-girl, I think I was still a little high from the fact the most handsome, insanely beautiful, most loving, intelligent, sensitive, funny, perfect man had just allowed me to snuggle into his embrace and nuzzle my face into his delicious neck for at least a good 20 seconds.

I smiled dreamily then realised Carlisle's glance at my out of place expression.

"He'll be fine Carlisle. Edward might not have even had that thought, he's probably just taking some time out to calm down." I whispered into the wind.

Carlisle nodded and returned to staring ahead.

We reached the built up area in which I used to call home, where my living nightmare began. Carlisle ground to a halt behind me, still engulfed in the canopy of the forest surrounding us.

"I'm just preparing myself for what we may find" he breathed out heavily.

"Don't lose all your faith in Edward just yet Carlisle" I tried to add as soothingly as possible.

"Esme…" he turned his intense gaze on my face and I could swear those butterflies in my stomach began attacking my insides again. "I wasn't just referring to Edward. Perhaps I didn't show it as evidently as I felt it, but hearing what he" Carlisle spat the word, "did to you, well it stirred emotions within me." His jaw became clenched again after he attempted a kind smile in my direction.

Oh. Oh. He was angry at Charles too.

"Come on" he nodded towards the third house along the street. Within two seconds we were stood at the back door. I smelt his scent before I heard the muffled scream of pain.

"Edward's here!" I exclaimed. We were too late.

Edward PoV

I was done scaring the shit out of him; I was done breaking his fingers one by one. The very fingers and hands he used to tear my mother's world apart. I was done watching his eyes dilate in shock, horror and pain. I was finished listening to his drunken slurs and begs for me to let him go. I had wanted to cut off his fingers one by one, but I feared the blood would get to me and I would finish him off too quickly, before he suffered enough.

I took off his gag and told him to shut up, well, not in such a polite manner. My hands still firmly rested at the side of his skull.

It all happened in a flash. The door slammed against the wall and came off its hinges, dropping to the floor with an almighty thud.

"Esme?..." Charles gasped suddenly.

I swung my body around to see what he was talking about, forgetting his head gripped in my hands. The crack of his neck sent shivers down my spine, sending a quiver of excitement, followed by dread and regret afterwards. I instantly released him and watched his lifeless body slump to the floor, his eyes wide, starring at me with the same horror as earlier, his entire being frozen for eternity in that moment.

A splatter of blood traced the outline of where his head had collided with the wall when I dropped him. A trickle dribbled down the back of his hair. The fire that constantly burned in my throat now shot all over my body, as if someone had covered me from head to toe with petrol then lit a match in my mouth. The venom pooled in my mouth too quickly for me to swallow, I let it cascade out of my ravenous mouth like a starving dog. My sight was covered in a red haze. I felt myself come alive; this is what I craved, what I needed so badly.

I imagined the feel of his working arteries, still pumping fresh, hot, juicy blood around his devil veins. Still frozen on the spot, I listened to the sound of it slipping its way through his body. I stared at the pulse point at his neck, thinking of how it would feel to sink my teeth into his flesh, to drain him until he had nothing left.

I lurched forward to take what was naturally mine. What belonged to me.

Esme screamed out loud. Carlisle screamed in his head.

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