Here's the fifth chapter. I probably won't be able to put the next one up until next weekend, but we'll see.

Disclaimer: The original characters and plot are the property of the author, Stephanie Meyer.

Esme's POV

I was crying! How is that possible? It wasn't even tears. It didn't taste salty like tears should, it tasted sweet. Carlisle has returned home by now so I told him so, but he didn't understand what it was either.

As I was talking to him I started to feel…tried. Vampires can't get tired either! I wasn't emotionally tired, like we can become, but physically tired. Then Carlisle was really confused. He just told me to lie down for a bit. The last thing I remembered, as I put my head on the pillow and closed my eyes, was Carlisle walking through the door to his study, before I dreamed of kittens and angels for the first time in 85 years. I was asleep!

There were clouds with angels sitting on top of them. They were smiling, their pearly white wings glistening in the brightly shining sun. It was all peaceful, everything calm, dreamy…some of them were singing with their beautiful lilting voices….

"Carlisle!" Alice's voice came from one of the beautiful angels. "Edward!" Alice's voice called. Why was Alice in my dream? Why would Carlisle and Edward be there? Angels?

"Jasper!" I opened my eyes slightly, finally startled out of my little fantasy.

"She was sleeping! I walked in and she was fast asleep!"

"Alice, are you sure?"

"Absolutely, Carlisle. She was even talking in her sleep, like Bella does."

"Edward, what do you think?"

"Well, when I was downstairs with Bella she was thinking about…angels. I thought that she was just daydreaming."

"And you are absolutely can't see her future, Alice?"

"No. I think it's because I was human so I can see the humans' future. I am a vampire so I can see a vampire's future. But because Esme is sleeping and can cry, which vampires shouldn't be able to do, I can't see her future."

Everything was silent and my back was turned so I couldn't see them, and I really didn't feel like I had enough energy to move at the moment. The back of my throat was burning like hot coals from not being able to hunt lately.

"Carlisle," I whispered. "Come here please."

"What is it?" he asked, walking over to my side of the bed.

"I need to go hunting," I told him. "My throat is burning terribly."

"All right. Um, I guess we can go once you get dressed."

I was ready to go. Carlisle and I stood by the open window in his study. After our one clear day in Forks, the blue sky was already being covered over by a thick layer of clouds. It was probably going to rain or even snow again tonight.

"Ready?" Carlisle squeezed my hand softly.

"Ready." I smiled. With that we jumped into the air, gracefully landing on the stony ground beneath. We set off a run into the woods.

We stopped after a few miles when we caught the scent of the deer. There was a buck and two does. Perfect.

Carlisle inclined his head toward them, indicating to me to advance so I chase after the buck as they began to run when they caught our predatory scents. They were no match for our superior speed and strength. The animalistic side of me that was always hidden by the human façade came to life, and I pounced upon the buck and started sucking greedily at its neck. The warm, luscious taste of the blood quenched the burning in my throat to bearable, but it did not satisfy me fully.

I finished and carried the carcass over to where Carlisle was finishing the last of the two does. He uprooted a tree and buried all three.

"Are you done?" He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed my temple.

"Yes, but I don't feel like I'm full." I turned around to look at him. "It's weird. I'm full—I don't want any more blood. I want something else, but I don't know what that something is."

If you have any questions about the plot or what's happening in the story, feel free to ask and I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible.