a/n hello! I got bored, and I was already thinking of this chapter for some time, so I decided to write it now, even though you are in third place, in my poll…I just realized I never told you about the poll, too. Just go vote on the poll, maybe you can get higher in the places, and beat What about me? A Rosalie story. Just maybe…haha…well, here is Esme's change, I tried to get in more details.
Cullen Changes: Esme
It's unbearable. My life. It's too horrible to live with! I have no use to live, now that my boy is gone.
I had loved Charles, very much. I would not have married him if I did not. When he left to fight in the war, I had been heartbroken. I prayed to God that he would be safe and come home soon. He did not come home until two years later though. In 1919.
I was the proudest woman in town when he came home. A soldier, who had fought in the war and had come home. But he was changed. he beat me, treated me as a slave. I was nothing but someone to cook his meals and do his laundry and make his bed. Someone to use in every way possible. He forced me to do it with him. It was rape, I swear, but my mother and father refused to let me leave him.
We had gotten pregnant, to his great dismay a year later. I finally left him, without telling mother and father, and left for Ashland.
Days after my baby is born, my life is ruined. My baby, my little Timothy died.
He was the center of my life, the only thing I would ever need. He was me! Without Timothy, I would die.
And I will die, in a matter of seconds. I am standing at the top of a great cliff outside Ashland. This cliff is big enough, that if I jump, this horrible nightmare called life would end, I would be saved from living every second of my existence wishing something else had happened. Wishing I would have stayed with Charles, or that Charles had stayed a good man who I would love forever.
Wishing does not change anything, though, and I am still here, without Timothy.
I will jump.
I ran to the edge of the cliff, and jumped.
The wind rushed at me. It made my dress fly up, and my hair went crazy, blowing above my head. It made my legs start to hurt, my arms were forced above my head.
Then, it was done. I was on the ground, seconds later, great pain filling my body. It was the first time I had felt pain since I had given birth to Timothy. The first time anything had gone through the numbness that encircled my body after his death.
It should be ending, though. I should be dead! I should not be able to feel this pain! I should be free to live with God and Timothy and the angels in heaven, or with Satan and his minions.
I feel like I am being carried. I am laying in cold hands, colder than the air, or the sand at the bottom of the cliff. I must not be on the bottom of the cliff, something is happening that shouldn't be happening.
I tried to open up my eyes. It took a while, but I finally did. And above me, staring at me, was the exact same man who had taken care of my broken leg when I was 16. He was unchanged, as if these many years had no effect on him.
"Doctor Cullen?" I asked him, but I knew that it was him. He was unforgettable.
"Yes, Esme?" he asked me. He had remembered me. The small case of a broken leg from many years ago.
"How do you look…" I started, but the pain hurt too much, I couldn't speak.
"Shh, now, Esme. All will be explained soon," he told me. I won't be alive soon! I thought. I tried to speak, to point this out, but he stopped me. "Stay very still, Esme." he said, while setting me down on the table in his dirty home.
I did. I felt, the next second, his lips on my neck, and the next second, his teeth grazing it.
He bit my neck, the next second. I thought something was wrong with this doctor.
Then it come. The pain came. It felt like I was being sucked down by Satan. I was in the middle of a fire. A fire that burned at my soul and my heart.
I wished for death. I wish for death. This pain is so intense, why am I not dieing! This pain that goes on day after day, week after week, year after year, so intense. I can't help but feel an even more intense hatred for Charles. If he had not gone to war, if he had stayed home, and we had been happy together, and he had never turned bad, I would still be there, with Timothy, and we would live happily until it was our time. Now I am here, with a seemingly crazy doctor, and what seems to be a boy, just as crazy, in such pain that I am sure that Satan is dragging at me.
It ended. It just…ended…
Then I heard it. The sounds of the hearts of everyone around this house. But doctor Cullen, and his adopted son, Edward.
"What is going on?!" I asked, scared half to death. I couldn't help noticing the how dirty their home was.
"You are a vampire" Edward told me calmly. I was sure that these two were crazy.
"We are not crazy, I assure you." Edward told me. How did he know I was thinking that? Can he read my mind or something? Was it obvious on my face?
"I actually can hear your mind, and every mind I come across." Edward told me. How did he…he must be telling the truth! How is this…how can this…vampires don't exist though!
"They do, and you are one of them," Edward told me.
"Esme, look in this mirror." Carlisle told me. I had not looked at myself since Timothy died. I was sure that I would look horrific.
I did look in the mirror. I found a beautiful, pale, face, with perfect features. Messy, tangled hair, and mud stains covered my head, making me a little less attractive, but any man who say me, including Charles, I was sure, would be amazed at my beauty.
I then realized the biggest difference, other than the beauty, and paleness. The pair of big, red, eyes, staring back at me.
It must me true. I was a vampire.
a/n I think this is the longest chapter I have ever written…is it any good? It felt awesome to write. I actually almost cried before the change…review for me!