I managed not to scream as the fire of the venom burned me. I closed my eyes, marveling at Carlisle's smooth fingers stroking my hand. Edward passed through the room now and then, occasionally stopping to watch as I lay there, twitching constantly, although not screaming. I could feel the fire, working its way through my body. When it finally receded, I thought I was in hell. Maybe heaven, I thought when I opened my eyes. I could see every dust note, every glimmer perfectly fine. I felt Carlisle's previously cold touch, now slightly warm.

"Are you all right?" he asked me gently. I smiled and nodded happily. It only took a matter of milliseconds, and I was surprised at my speed.

"I'm sorry; Esme, but you're a vampire now. We feed on animal blood, although some of us feed on humans." Carlisle told me.

"Why did you save me?" I asked this angel, slightly surprised at my ringing bell chime voice. Carlisle's golden eyes softened, and he gently picked up both of my hands. My heart would have reacted, except it wasn't beating anymore. "Because I love you" he murmured gently.

"I love you, too" I whispered. Carlisle pulled me onto my feet, then moved his hands to wrap around my waist. Trying to move with his gentleness, I wrapped mine around his neck. His smooth, soft lips touched mine, and I kissed him back. I have no idea how long we kissed, but eventually Carlisle pulled away. He slid his lips over my cheek to whisper in my ear, "Let's hunt. You must be thirsty." Only then did I feel the burning parchedness of my throat that now dominated my nerves. No longer able to speak, I nodded. Carlisle took my hand, and we sprinted into the forest to hunt.

Carlisle and I laid down on the bed every night together, but one night was different. That night, Carlisle and I slept together. He took my hand and pulled me into a bedroom with a large, white bed. I walked over to the opposite side that he was standing at, and crawled in. "Since we can't sleep, we have the whole night to ourselves. Edward studies, listening to music in his room." Carlisle murmured as I slid closer to this newfound boyfriend. He wrapped his arms closely around my waist, and pressed his sort-of-warm body to mine. Carefully, I pulled away. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I didn't want to sleep together, so to speak. "I don't want to become pregnant again" I half sobbed quietly. Carlisle slid closer to me again, wrapping his arm around my waist. With his other hand, he stroked my forehead gently. "Esme, love, you can't become pregnant. Nor can your body accept anything but blood. Our bodies have been drained of liquid." He lowered his head down to mine, and kissed me. His hands slid to my cheeks, and then gently moved down my neck as my continued to kiss. They slid down my shoulders, slipping off my shirt, then pants. He moaned a sound of pleasure, low in his throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck, then unbuttoned his shirt. I nearly gasped as I caught a glimpse of his perfectly carved muscles, set neatly in his chest and stomach. Carlisle moaned again, and this time our bodies could not resist. In seconds, all of our clothes were ripped. Pressing myself in closer, I settled into a happy night.