Esme's Story – Part Four – Meeting Edward
After Carlisle had pointed out that I needed to hunt – it's so weird saying it like that – we both went out of the cabin he had taken me, and into the woods. He had given me some old clothes to put on for just the hunting because he said; I might be a messy eater. So there we were; running so unbelievably fast through the woods looking for a herd of deer. I laughed. And then Carlisle called out to me; "Stop". I skidded to a stop, to my intense amusement, and turned to look at him. He ran up to me and lowered himself in a crouching stance, gesturing for me to do so too. I lowered myself down to and he whispered to me;
"Put your hands down to the earth," he said, following his own instructions, "And you should sense them."
I put my hands down to the damp soil and focused completely on feeling anything. I felt a rabbit darting away in the bushes, and I felt the deer nibbling softly at the grass about 100 feet away, but then I felt something else. I felt a predator silently closing on the same deer we were seeking.
"Now do you sense them?" Carlisle asked me.
"Yes" I replied.
"Now, let everything out; give in to the thirst that you feel – become the animal and hunt them."
At those words I darted off, Carlisle following behind because I was stronger than him, he'd said. Running, my thirst bursting through every part of my being, my vision grew red as I focused on the kill. Sniffing as I ran I smelt the very-off herbal smell of the deer that Carlisle was heading towards, and the mouth watering scent of the cougar which was the predator I had felt before. We were in sight of the deer and the cougar in the tall grass; the deer saw us and began to run – with Carlisle following them. I was repulsed by the herbal scent of their blood and went instead after the cougar. The cougar had obviously sensed that was I a predator like itself; but not a rival, but stronger than itself and had turned to run off – but I was quick and had lunged at it. Leaping onto it's back; I'd startled it and it let out a fierce roar and tried to swipe me off with it's massive paws. I didn't feel it as the claws scraped my diamond-hard skin and sank my teeth easily into it's neck. The cougar continued to swipe feebly at me but then broke off and gurgled. The blood was hot running though my body and I enjoyed the warmth it spread. I drank and drank until I felt the beast die in my hands. Wiping my mouth on my hand, it dawned on me what I had just done; I had killed. My knees gave out as I pulled my hand toward my mouth as I gasped. I felt the strong urge to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. Maybe I can't cry. I stroked the dead animal with my bloody hand, feeling the loss of life. That's how Carlisle found me.
"Esme?"
He knelt down beside me.
"I don't like it either, sweetheart, but it's an easier sin to forgive than taking the life of a man. And besides they all eat meat off animals; why shouldn't we?" he said to me.
I nodded at his logic, but it still didn't make me feel any better about taking a life. Carlisle grabbed my hands and gently pulled me to me feet, and put his arm around my shoulder as we slowly walked back to the cabin.
"Esme?"
"Yes, Carlisle?"
"There's somebody you need to meet." He said very slowly as if afraid of what I might do once he had said it.
"Yes, and who might that be?'
He breathed in deep, "My son, Edward."
"He's not my sired son per say, as more of an adopted son. He's one of us. He was changed just a few years ago, in 1918. And I would like it very much if you met him, Esme."
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