"Who Alice? Tell us what you saw…. please," Carlisle almost begged, gently wrapping an arm around Esme and drawing her to him. Edward's mouth was set in a tight line, already knowing what Alice had seen. Esme, however, tried to keep all emotion off her face. Everyone else was looking at Alice curiously, wanting to know what was going on. Alice took a deep breath, looked back towards Carlisle and Esme.

"Charles Evenson", was said in no more than a defeated whisper. Esme's eyes widened, shocked and fearful all at once.

"NO!," Esme cried in a strangled tone, as she started to shake. Carlisle tightened his grip slightly and started to murmur comforting words in her ear while trying to keep himself calm. Their children, however, were more vocal, growling softly. Charles had been Esmes's husband before she had become a vampire, and he was a monster. He abused her horribly, in more ways than one. Her parents hadn't helped her escape his clutches, they simply encouraged her to try and be a good wife. He had been drafted into World War I, but made it out alive. His abuse returned as well, with a vengeance. Esme had found out she was pregnant with their first child and had run away to protect the tiny life growing inside her. Two days after her son was born he developed a lung infection, and didn't make it. Esme had felt no reason to live and tried to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff. Carlisle found her there. He then changed her. After that her life had been pretty much perfect as her demons fell away slowly. To this day, Esme still didn't want to talk about him, even though the family knew about what had happened.

Little Renesmee looked around the room curiously, wanting to know why her grandma was so upset.

"Grandma? Who's Charles?"

Esme took a breath to try and regain her composure, after she felt calmer she answered with "He was a very bad man Nessie sweetheart, but you wont have to worry about him. I knew him a long time ago". Renesmee wasn't convinced that everything was alright. She walked over to her grandparents and held up her arms to be picked up. Esme smiled a little and gently picked up her granddaughter. Renesmee laid her head on Esme's shoulder.

"Don't worry Grandma, we aren't gonna let anyone take you," she yawned out. Bella went towards them, noticing how tired her daughter was. It was getting close to the time Renesmee normally went to bed.

"Esme? I can take her now if you want, I can go lay her down"

"Its alright Bella dear, I can do that. I would love to, actually" Esme said with a half smile.

"She can sleep in Edwards old room… we have a spare bed there for her..we really should stay tonight"

Esme nodded and walked upstairs with Renesmee, who was half asleep already. Carlisle watched her go up with a concerned look on his face, he wanted to follow her. He knew his wife well, though, and knew she wouldn't want that.

"Carlisle? Do you think Esme is okay?" Rosalie asked quietly.

"She is very shaken up, but nothing will happen to her, or any of you for that matter. I would die before I let that happen. Charles is the kind of man who will try to get to everyone. Everyone has to be on their guard." His reply was met with murmurs of approval.

"Alice? How long do you think we have?"

"I can't be sure… maybe a few hours… Oh God I don't even want to think of what might happen…"

"Ali.. don't worry, we can handle this. How hard can it be? Its us against him," Jasper said soothingly. Alice nodded, as did Bella, Emmett and Edward. Rosalie stayed quiet, but looked determined, and angry, considering she and Esme have similar pasts. Edwards gaze drifted upstairs, he hurried up quickly, no one having any time to ask what was going on or to follow him. As he stood outside Esme and Carlisle's bedroom he hesitated before opening the door. What he saw was heart wrenching. Esme was curled up on the bed, crying, no, it was more like sobbing, like only a vampire could. It was dry sobbing..no tears. He quickly went over and sat next to her.

"Esme? Mom…. Its going to be ok…please talk to me? Nothing will happen to you…we won't let it."

She sat up quickly, wiping beneath her eyes just like she would if there were tears.

"Edward, I can't let him here. He will hurt the rest of the family if he needs to.. just to get to me. He won't stop until her does. I cannot let that happen. Yes I'm scared of him coming….terrified is more like it. But if something happened to any one of you, at his hand…I would never forgive myself…" her voice trailed off as she said this. Esme seemed to want to cry again but quickly regained her composure. Edward gently kissed her cheek.

"Nothing will happen. There are more of us than there are of him. We will all be fine". Esme wished she could believe him.

Esme and Edward returned downstairs as soon as Esme had fully calmed down. The whole family was beginning to be on edge. Esme quickly went over to Carlisle, practically glued to his side. The clock seemed to go slower every hour…it was almost like waiting for someone to die. After about two hours, everyone tried to do normal activities, like playing video games or reading, but no one could seem to enjoy what they were doing. Esme was perched on Carlisle's lap, znd he could tell exactly how she felt, but no matter how many comforting words he tried to calm her down with, nothing helped. No one could even manage a full smile; although Emmett managed to chuckle slightly. Every few minutes Carlisle would kiss Esme's forehead in a soothing way to try and keep her calm.

"Esme love? Are you sure you are alright? I promise everything will be okay…" Esme felt bad that Carlisle was suffering too.. so she did her best to console him.

"I assure you Carlisle, I really am fine" she ended their whispered exchange by gently kissing him. He kissed her back. They kissed tenderly for a few moments before Alice chirped in.

"AWWW parental unit love display" she said with a slight giggle. Esme and Carlisle looked at each other again, both slightly embarrassed. They both smiled, if fact, everyone had smiles on their faces until they heard the door in the kitchen burst open.