Hello again. Once more another chapter in the same night. I know the last chapter was short but I couldn't bare to write it any longer... Its a bit touche to write in fact and sad. Anyways please enjoy.

1918 Newborn

I stared into the eyes of my newborn baby. He was possibly the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. He had a soft wisp of caramel-colored hair and green eyes that reflected my own. He was perfect and looked nothing like Charles. I named him Noah, which was also my second cousin's middle name.

I took him home and introduced him to my cousin. We took turns holding him and cooing to him. We never left Noah alone. Not for even a second.

After a few hours we knew immediately that something was wrong. His breathing grew ragged and made a raddling sound. We rushed little Noah to the hospital and the doctor informed me that he had a lung disorder. It broke my heat to hear that my newborn baby could die.

It killed me three days later to find him unmoving in his crib.

I sat there for hours holding his dead body close to mine.

A few hours had passed when my cousin came home from work. She took Noah's body from me and left the room.

I never saw my prefect baby boy again.

Later that night I walked to the cliffs and stood at the edge and remembered everything. All of my terrible choices and most of all the cruelty of my precious boy's death. Tears streamed helplessly down my face.

My eyes fluttered and whispered. "Noah."

I stepped right off the cliff and ironically thought of the oak tree behind my parents house. Ten years later I was falling to my death by my own will.

I shut my eyes as the ground sped up. With a sickening crunch I hit ground. Pain was everywhere. Some part of me wondered if I broken every bone in my body.

As everything started to fade away I heard a distant voice of a small boy yell. "Momma there is a lady down there!"

Once again I thought of Noah.

Carlisle's POV

I was making my way down the clean white halls towards the main office when I caught and old but familiar sent. I followed the smell and paused when I saw two men step out of the morgue.

The taller man spoke as they walked past me. "A boy told me that he saw her jump right off of the cliff."

The shorter one shook his head. "Why would she kill her self? What a waste she was such a beautiful woman."

I waited for them to walk around the corner before entering the morgue. I detected a faint pulse and followed the subtle sound.

And then I saw her.

Her body was broken. Her caramel hair was in tangles and she looked as if she had recently cried.

"Esme." I whispered her name as I moved a tangled lock of her hair away from her throat. "I'm sorry." I whispered while leaning over her broken body. I lowered my face to her neck and sank my fangs into her delicate skin.

She tasted wonderful, but I had to control myself. After a moment or two I plled away and wiped my mouth clean. I cradled her body closeto mine and took her to mine and Edwards home.

Edward was waiting for me when I arrived at the house. He was even holding the door open.

I carried Esme to my room and gently laid her down on my bed. I withdrew from the room and quietly closed the door.

I sat in the recliner by the fire. Edward looked at me fora moment before saying. "I wonder why she jumped."

"That's something we won't know until she wakes up." I replied coolly.

I was well into one of my books when the screams first started.

Every part of me wished I was laying in that bed screaming instead of her.

Edward commented. "It will be hard for you with another newborn around. We will have to move again and away from humans."

I nodded tiredly in agreement.