Every death has a story

by half devil half vampire

Ever wondered what each cullen was thinking when they were bitten? Well now is you chance to find out. This is all of the cullens POVs of when they died. Please Read and Review

3. Esme

Esme

My child, my baby, how could this be happening, how could he be dead. My sobs had shook my body, my tears had poured down my face forming pools of water on my lay. The nurses had stood by, unable to help me in my grief.

The sheer pain of loosing a child had brought me to this.

I gazed out at the fading sun glimmering on the sea, and then I looked down to the rocks I would be hurling myself upon. I was going to join my child, my beautiful baby, we would be together forever, I could escape my past, I could be free to live my life as it should have been. I smiled, I would see my son. I spread my arms and let my self fall to the rocks below.

Why had it not stopped, why did the pain still attack every fibre in my body, not just the mental pain, the physical pain. I should be dead; I should be with my boy, why could this torture not end. I heard voices somewhere above me, their frantic words never reached my ears, I was too far, I was to close to the death I wanted. The voices left with a final sob. I lay still waiting for death to take me as it had stolen my boy from me. I heard faint footsteps in the distance, the go closer till they were next to me.

"Esme!" a shocked voice exclaimed from above me a voice I knew. Dr Cullen

A young girl lies in a crumpled heap on the grass her dress is torn and her leg is twisted at an odd angle. She cries for help and her mother comes running out.

"Call a doctor" she shrieks when she sees her daughter. An hour later she smiles up at Dr Cullen taken in by his beauty and character. Her mother thanks him warmly and warns her not to climb and trees anymore, Dr Cullen smiles and it lights up the whole room

I ignore the voice, my boy is the only important thing in this world.

"No, no" he says quietly

"I am so sorry Esme please forgive me" I wonder for a brief moment what he is talking about before I feel a sharp pain in my neck, my wrists, my ankles, the crease of my arm. I think for a moment that he is giving me the death I crave, allowing me ot escape this painful death. Before the fire starts. He runs with me cradled in his stone cold, ice had arms, two days later I awaken and I open my eyes to a bright beautiful new world and a beautiful new boy, and a beautiful new husband.