AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is the last and final book in my Three Kings Trilogy. The other two are already complete. My Caius story, 'As I Breathe', is about a version of Bella Swan having Cerebral Palsy but finding love with Caius. My Aro story, 'Born to Rule', is about a serial killer version of Bella tricking the Cullens into liking her so she can become a vampire. She is mated to Aro.

This story is not solemnly based off of Twilight, it is also based off of the gender bent version, 'Life & Death', one being Aro and Caius were executed by their wives and now their wives rule the Volturi. Jasper is not with Alice in this story, he is actually with Tanya. Edward is with Rosalie, while Alice is with Emmett.

Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this story.

-it'semmynotemma

Prologue

1987

Esme Cullen

As the snow cascaded from the pearl hued skyline, Esme Cullen moved swiftly through the snow.

She had never thought in the sixty-six years since she had been turned into a vampire she would be doing what she was about to do.

The last time she was this way was when she ran away from her abusive husband with her infant son only for her son to succumb to the elements. In her distraught she had thrown herself off of a cliff, only to find herself waking in a cabin to the sight of the beautiful doctor who had healed her broken ankle from when she was sixteen standing over her. Still looking the exact same way he had been then, with those golden irises and angelic features–honey scotch hair that fell in the perfect array on his head. Carlisle Cullen, changed in the 1600s into a vampire, and apparently happened to claim she was his mate.

The wind came and whipped snow at her, and due to her vampirism she was able to move swiftly on the top of the snow instead of trudging through the snow in an awkward human manner. She was so pale, as though she were a snow goddess condemned to travel through blizzards for daring to fall in love with a mortal. There were bruised, purple lines underneath her golden irises. Her caramel hair fell a little past her shoulder blades and was in a soft wave, framing her heart shaped head. Her clothes were barely acceptable when it came to the weather, the highest fashion there could be due to her vampiric adopted daughter, Alice (said daughter happened to have precognition).

Finally, after what felt like a thousand hours, a small worn out hunting cabin was in the distance. There was a police cruiser that was parked in the front of the cabin. The front door of the cabin was broken in, and there were signs of a struggle. Esme knew if her heart was able to do anything, it would be racing uneasily through her heart.

Reaching the front porch of the worn out cabin, Esme slowly crept up and went forward only for her hand to reach up and cover her mouth and nose when the scent of spilled blood hit her. She turned her head, when she could sense someone coming rushing towards her. She could feel the connection between her and the vampire from her coven who was running towards her, it was Carlisle. He must have been displeased when she left without him but he had been at the clinic.

Soon her husband reached her and moved to stand in front of her.

He was still wearing his white doctorate coat over his green medical scrubs. His lanyard was still around his neck, and if one looked closer they would see his medical identification card. His handsome features turned towards Esme and he reached his hand out and placed it in front of her, as if telling her it would be best if he would be the one who would enter the cabin and not her.

Silently communicating to each other through shakes of heads in disagreement and nods of agreement from said heads, Esme moved forward with her back straight and smoothing down the winter thick material green dress she was wearing, she went forward again. She shot a look towards her husband, allowing him to know he would not move her from going forward and doing what she was going to do. She knew she usually let him take the lead, but something about Alice seeing what she had seen made something light kindling inside her.

The first thing Esme saw when she entered the front room of the cabin was the splatter of blood and brain matter that was across the wooden paneled walls. There were things that were thrown around in the room, revealing there had been an intense struggle. A gun was off away from the body that was slumped against the wall, dead. It didn't look like a suicide, it looked as if the other person who had been here with the corpse had to fight them off.

Esme slowly moved forward again, as Carlisle let out a loud sound behind her, it was obvious he knew who was the person who was dead. The police uniform on him reminded her of that police officer she had heard around the grapevine through Carlisle's connections that was dealing with a mentally unstable wife. This might actually be that police officer, Charlie Swan.

Esme moved forward, going down the long carpeted hallway, some of the carpet had hidden glass that was nestled in the fibers. There were some scratches on the wall, perhaps this was where the police officer had his wife stay because being out in the desolate forest meant she could scream and fight as loud as she could without any of his fellow coworkers being called in fear he was assaulting his wife. This couldn't be further from the truth, Charlie Swan adored his wife. Probably too much, with how Esme could see the side effects from his protectiveness caused.

As she came closer to the back bedroom of the cabin she started hearing the sound of incessant hushing, something she hadn't thought much about to be honest. She was too busy in her thoughts, but as she walked into the room and saw the bathroom door cracked open a sliver she knew Mrs. Swan most likely was in the bathroom and having another mental breakdown. There was also the sound of another heartbeat in the bathroom, and putting two together, Esme almost stumbled back as she realized that they had their daughter with them during the murder of Charlie.

Opening the bathroom door slowly but surely, Esme was welcomed with a swaddled baby of only a few months curled in the lap of her mother. Her mother had a knife that was in her hand and she had it over the baby, before the knife would curl its direction and focus her. It was almost as if she was trying to decide if she should stab herself to death or if she should stab her daughter to death.

"C-C-Carlisle," Esme breathed, so soft and low the mentally unstable woman would not be able to hear her. She didn't even sense Esme yet. Otherwise Esme was certain the woman would have probably killed herself and her daughter too.

As Carlisle appeared next to her, Esme could only peer down at the baby. She bit her lip, while Carlisle left the room and Esme moved to the corner of the room so she could not be seen but be able to pull the knife away from the baby's mother before she could react. She stayed still, as if she were a statue, and only moved when she could hear the emergency vehicles coming to take care of Mrs. Swan and make sure their daughter would be safe.

Things progressed quickly, and before Esme could truly process all of it, Mrs. Renee Swan was now in custody and most likely would end up sent to a psychiatric ward, and her daughter would end up being put into foster care. Thankfully, said daughter, Isabella Marie Swan, hadn't suffered any injuries during the rescue. She would be able to find a loving home hopefully, and Esme was content with the thought of Isabella finding a new family.

She hadn't expected that the new family would be hers.