Thanks Rockerchick098 for your reviews and your cat picture is cute. Anywho this chapter should be more lighthearted than the last. Oh and I know in the vampire world of Stephenie Meyer vampires can't cry but in my writing they will. I think tears are a very important way to convey feelings. Please don't hate me. Enjoy.

1918 Perplexed

The pain had finally faded, but I was afraid to open my eyes.

What would I see?

Noah perhaps. I smiled. I would love to see my baby angel.

I moved my hand and touched... a pillow?

This was wrong. I should be dead at the bottom of a cliff not in a bed next to a very lovely and alluring smell.

Suddenly something touched my arm and my eyes snapped open and I shuffled off of the side of the bed onto the floor. I sat up faster than I though possible. I was suppose to be dead or seriously injured.

I heard the rustle of clothing and looked up to see Carlisle holding up his hands.

I flinched and remembered the many times Charles had hit me.

He put his hands down and stepped closer. A hissing noise escaped my throat. Shocked at the sound I stopped.

I paused and realized that I had just hissed at Carlisle. Carlisle!

Carlisle finally spoke. "I'll leave you alone for now."

He quietly left the room.

Was I in heaven? No that couldn't be. If it was heaven I'd have my baby with me. I let out a dry sob and felt a terrible burning sensation in my chest.

Was I in hell? Absolutely not because Carlisle was here. He was to perfect and wonderful to be in hell.

Where am I?

I sat on the bed contemplating everything. Carlisle. My baby. The burning. My miracle cure. Carlisle again.

Perhaps a glass of water would douse the pain in my chest,

I cautiously opened the bedroom door and peered out and noticed Carlisle watching me intently. Startled I slammed the door. What was wrong with me? Why was I so jumpy and did I feel butterflies in my stomach just now?

A boyish laugh resonated like music through the wall from the next room over. I looked over shocked and confused as if the wall itself had been laughing. At this point I could have believed that.

Maybe I wasn't so thirsty after all.

I sat down on the bed to think.

I should be dead... with my Noah. The fall should have killed me. I wanted it to kill me unlike 10 years ago. Even though I survived I should be a bloody rag doll, but I couldn't even find a single scrape on my body. Life was to crule. First Charles, then my poor baby. Why did he have to die when i couldn't? I wanted so desperately to be with him again.

Tears spilled down my cheeks. I reached up to brush them away and my hand came back bloody.

I looked at my hand horrified.

What was wrong with me?

Voices murmured outside the room. About me. About Noah.

I heard footsteps advance towards the bedroom and stop right outside the door. It swung forward lightly and Carlisle slowly entered the room, shutting the door behind him.

He hadn't aged a day. He was as youthful and beautiful as I remembered.

"Esme." He said my name in a distraught tone.

I looked at Carlisle sadly. Why was he upset? I didn't want him to be sad. I didn't like it.

I tried to smile, but the muscles in my moth seemed to not be working.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Carlisle murmured siting down next to me on the soft bed.

I looked at him confused. Why did he have to be sorry about?

"I made you into this." Carlisle said in a cool calm voice while wiping a scarlet tear from my face with him thumb. "I made you into a vampire."

I sucked in a breath of surprise and instantly regretted it. My aching throat was ablaze. "It hurts so much." I whispered as tears glided down my cheeks.

"I know." He said putting and arm around me and I curled into him. I was simply to heartbroken to rejoice. I pressed my bloody face into his crisp clean white shirt and sobbed. Carlisle did not seem to mind one bit and rubbed my back reassuringly. "Edward's getting you something to eat. We will move to somewhere safe in a few days and teach you how to hunt."

"Hunt?' I whispered into his chest. The word came out muffled and I doubted that he understood me at all.

"Yes, animals only. We never hunt humans. Things will be a lot different than they were when you were a human. I hope you understand that."

I only nodded.

Carlisle sat with me for over an hour telling me about the rules and vampires themselves. How they worked. How we were different. Better.

I heard the front door open and the most delicious smell wafted into the house. I sat up intently, curious and quiet.

I craved that smell.

I needed it.

A boy with messy bronze hair opened the door and dropped a dead doe on the floor. I stared at it horrified and fascinated at the same time. That was the smell?

The boy shut the door and his footsteps faded away.

Carlisle pricked his finger into the animals throat. The sent of blood hit me with the force of a hammer and I dove on to the animal, without thinking I sank my teeth into it's soft neck and drank.

Once the animal was dry I sat up with my back to Carlisle embarrassed. I had just attacked a dead thing on the floor. My manners were awful.

I heard another low musical chuckle from outside of the room. Why was he laughing?

Carlisle placed a hand on my shoulder. "Better?"

I nodded feeling better.

Much better.

The fire had been doused.

Wow that was a long chapter. I hope you liked it yeah.