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1918 Desire

Carlisle's POV

Screaming. Screaming. Screaming.

All I could hear were Esme's tortured screams pulling at my mind, threatening me that I had acted selfishly in biting her.

Yet another part of me reasoned that it was right. It felt so right.

Something about her drew me forward, close in a way I had never in all of my long years experienced. It wasn't her smell entirley, that I was sure of. Human blood was never aluring enough for me to desire feasting on innocent people. Perhaps it was her gentel caring nature or maybe it was her strong spirit that attracted me, but maybe it was pity.

Whatever it was that compelled me to bite her was strong enough for me to care about her, worry about her.

Disire to be around her wove through my mind constantly reminding me of the first time I had met her. She had seemed to alive and caring. speaking in a soft voice singing with curiosity. She had asked if I was married. Although I had denied it as was so her question had stuck with me. Reminding me of a life I could never live as she watched me in an almost loving manner. It was no wonder she had obtained suitors at a young age.

That very night I had packed my bags and left Ohio to keep myself away from her and her dangerous pull. Edward had chastised me for not even trying to return to Ohio for a bit longer. He liked the idea of Ohio and the prospect of another person around the house must have seemed wonderful.

To be lonesome can kill.

Kill...why would she want to kill herself. She was so happy so carefree so...wonderful. Who pushed her over to the brink of destruction? What hurt her so badly. Who hurt her so badly?

She had wanted to die and I had played God and taken that from her. It was unspeakable.

I pictued her beautiful broken form, tangled hair and blood wracked body. Yet, I imagined what had happened to her inside was far worse.

Another scream tugged ferosiously at me and guilt settled in my stomach.

"I should have never left." The words left me in a soundless snarl.

Why did she want to die?

Will she hate me?

What if I did the wrong thing by turning her into...

a

monster

like

me?

What have I done?

I covered my face with my hand while guilt ripped me apart and the screames begain to subside.

What have I done?