She'd slipped. The first time in a decade, and God willing the last time ever. It was like she'd always been that way. Walking around the old inn, photographing the woodwork in the dim morning light. The woman jogged around the twisting path, her blood pumping. She paused and bent down to adjust her leg warmers and stretch her limber muscles.
Her blood was there and she never stood a chance. Esme's instinct took over and within seconds the woman lay limp in her arms. She had slipped and she could think of noting else to do but run home to her Carlisle. Her ever-forgiving Carlisle.
He took the woman's body from her hands and passed it to Edward—who had heard her thoughts and warned the rest of the family—so that so that he could dispose of it. Carlisle took her up into his strong arms and held her so that there was no space between their bodies. They were alone in the living room but she could feel the waves of calm emanating from upstairs; Jasper was attempting to ease her guilt and remorse.
She stayed perfectly still, like carved stone, and stayed that way for days. Her family took turns holding her like she was a small frightened child because that was what she felt she had become. All those years of resisting were thrown away in an instant. Back to square one.
They would find a new town and new roles to play because her Carlisle would never give up on any of them, no matter how many times the urge became to much. She couldn't face a new town though, this one was still too fresh. She couldn't face making a new home in a strange house, she was still working on the design of the outer woodwork on this one. Making this house a home had cost a human life.
Instead they would return to an old home. A favourite, in the wilds of Alaska. They had friends there; other good willed vampires. Back up for when she had to push her demons back. They would return and live there for as long as her family could stand it so that she could get herself back on track, so that she could make herself good enough for her Carlisle again. Maybe Edward would rethink his lack of interest in Tanya. All she wanted was for her family to be happy and for herself to be good enough.
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Not typical fluff but I think it shows Esme's maternal nature. She isn't committed only to Carlisle, but to every single one of her family members. This would be set in the mid-90s and they would visit the Alaskan clan once more after this before moving to Forks.
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