A sudden pain jolted me awake. I screamed one of the worst screams I'd ever screamed.
"It's okay." A familiar voice said. I searched my mind for the man behind the voice. I remembered. Dr. Carlisle Cullen. You bastard! I thought in anger. How can he tell me that it's okay that I'm in pain? I screamed louder as the burn continued. His cool hand stroked my face.
"It's going to be over soon. Don't worry." He said, moving some hair out of my face.
"Kill me! Kill me now!" I screamed at him. He looked away, clearly hurt with my words.
"Esme, please don't say that…"
"Carlisle, How long is this going to be? She clearly can't take this pain…" an unfamiliar voice cut in.
"Not now, Edward… She needs a little bit more time; she'll be changed in a matter of hours." Carlisle finished. I writhed and continued with my horror cries. Changed? What did he mean changed? I thought. The fiery pain flew throughout my body. My breathing sped up to a loud heaving gasp any my heart pounded hard. Carlisle took my hand. I gripped his stony hand in pain.
"I want to die, let me die!" I sobbed. I had nothing left to live for. My son died, my husband beat me, and I jumped off a cliff. I didn't deserve to live. I caught a glimpse of his face. He looked like he wanted to cry, but couldn't. A new flash of burning pain scorched my body. I screamed. I gripped his hand harder. My breathing sped up even faster. The burn was now completely unbearable. I released a new shriek that would've woken the dead. My body seized up, the pain limiting my movement. Something in my body changed. My fingers began to cool by a few degrees. As my fingers cooled, the burn persisted in my chest, like a searing brand in my lungs. Every breath I took was like swallowing flaming acid. I cringed a little bit. I wanted this death to kill me soon. My arms began to cool along with my fingers, but the firestorm that engulfed my chest continued to burn. I felt myself sliding into a haze, and my heartbeat slowing. My hand gripped harder as my mind slid into unconsciousness.
I snapped myself from my unconsciousness. I looked around the room I was in, analyzing my surroundings. I was not at my house. I got off the bed and scrambled to my feet. The house was very quiet, almost too quiet. I inhaled, and throat burned, like I ran across the Grand Canyon without the slightest amount of water.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" I called out. A hand placed itself on my shoulder. I turned around to see a young, bronze-haired boy, barely 18 years old. I looked at him with widened eyes.
"Hello. I'm Edward. Come with me. I'll take you to Carlisle." He said in a velvety voice. He took my hand and led me to a large, wood-paneled office. The doctor sat at a large desk, scribbling in a notebook. He greeted me with a warm smile.
"Hello. I see you've woken up. Please, sit down." He said, gesturing to a chair. I gingerly sat down, folding my hands in my lap.
"Esme, I need to tell you what Edward and I are. We are what the humans would refer to as undead. We, oh, how am I going to put this…" He began, massaging his forehead.
"We are… Vampires. I am not as young as you think I am. I was born in England in the early 1640's. I became a part of this vampire world when I was 23 years old. I haven't aged a day since. Do you believe me or not?" He asked. I sat there is disbelief.
"How can you be…? You seem so normal…" I began. I paused for a brief moment.
"Am I one your kind?" I asked, tucking a curl behind my ear. I was too confused.
"Well, yes. I had to change you. You were still alive when I found you in the morgue. You had this, or death." He said, his voice sharpening on the word death. I lowered my head.
"You should've let me die." I murmured. I stood up and stormed out of the room. I retraced my steps to the room I awoke in earlier. I slammed the door behind me. I sat on the bed and curled up in a ball. My body heaved and racked with every sharp upset breath, but no tears fell. I laid my head on the pillow, and stared at the wall. I glittering sparkle caught my eye. I looked down at my forearm. It looked as if I had diamonds as skin. My face contorted in sadness.
I'm a freak!