Esme Cullen
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Post by Esme Cullen on Nov 29, 2008 23:18:15 GMT -5
Esme threw herself off the cliff. She had nothing left in this world, nothing at all.
Her marriage was essentially a disaster, just one full of abuse. She had a great deal of hope when she had found out she was pregnant. Someone to love and care for; her heart swelled at the thought. The baby was the catalyst to get away from Charles Evenson, her husband. She ran away, to stay with a cousin, hoping to raise the baby there.
Esme had not dreamed of this unhappy ending though. The fragile little baby had not made it past a few days of life. Passing from a lung infection. The devistation this caused Esme was unbearable. Esme felt as if she were drowing in a pool of despair, sadness, and pain. The one thing she had left to love, gone.
That was why Esme was there now, jumping off the cliff. Hoping to leave behind the sadness.
As Esme flew through the air, her eyes closed, she hoped that her death would be painless. Her caramel colored hair flew around her face, as the air wooshed around her. She hoped further that the fall would knock her unconcious, before she could feel the pain of the impact. And that she would leave quickly, to no longer drown in the despair she felt now.
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It seemed as though Esme had gotten at least one of her wishes, that the fall would be painless, but it didn't seem as though she was in heaven, or wherever you went after death.
Esme felt detatched from her body. She couldn't feel anything, nothing at all, like she had no body. She couldn't see, everything was black. But she could hear distant voices, normal voices, not the angelic voices she imagined she would hear when she got to the gates of heaven.
"Oh my," a man's husky voice muttered in shock "Take her to the morgue," he whispered hopelessly. Esme thought about what the man was seeing, what state was she in? She shuddered at the thought; her body must be distorted, not to mention blood. She quickly banished the thought from her mind and tried to picture what she had looked like before, to erase the other; a slender figure, heart shaped face, and gorgeous, caramel colored hair.
So I'm not dead, yet. But close enough. Esme thought now. The thought was slightly comforting to her, it wasn't too much longer until she could leave this world. To hopefully resurface from the pool of despair and devistation.
It was soon after that last thought, a thought of hope, that the blackness took Esme under, rendering her completely unconscious. But her strong, loving heart, continued to beat at a slow, erratic pace.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 1, 2008 15:41:26 GMT -5
(OOC: I can’t quite remember how much detail the book goes into this, and my books are currently all leant out, so sorry if it divulges from canon too much, just let me know and I’ll fix it. It's also a bit uber. :s)
Carlisle smiled his charming smile at the passing mortician, digging his cold, white hands into his pockets to avoid having to shake the young doctor’s hands. It was one thing to have icy fingertips when looking over patients, blame that on bad circulation, but it was another to have an entire hand fashioned out of a block of ice. The mortician didn’t hand around for long though, he had money to burn in the age of convenience, thanks to the blond doctor. Imagine that, a properly qualified, respected doctor paying him to take his shift! Great day.
Not so much for Carlisle though. He had stood by as the ambulance passed through the body of an Esme Evenson in its sombre black bag, his mouth set in a tight line as he realised it was indeed the beautiful girl that he had treated a decade ago. He could still remember the caramel hair and the sunny smile. She’d struck him that day, he suddenly realised as he watched her body being rolled away. He had half turned to say his final goodbye to her when he had become suddenly aware of a faint heartbeat. Far too faint and slow for anyone else in the room, which could only mean one thing. This was when he had slipped through the back corridors and stairwells at supernatural speed to pay off the mortician that awaited Esme’s arrival. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do yet, but it just seemed right that he could say ‘goodbye’ to her personally before she passed to the next world.
The door opened behind him and he turned around, acting as if he had been there a while - it had been so busy in the main reception corridor that he had managed to slip away unnoticed. The porter gave the handsome doctor a strange look as he unloaded the covered young woman and handed the clipboard over to be signed. Carlisle tried to act natural and human as he went through the rigmarole of the paperwork, though he ached to scratch through the hassle at maximum speed.
Calm Carlisle, he told himself as he scribbled his signature for the third time at what seemed like a snail’s pace. It wasn’t often that he has to remind himself to remain his cool these days, it was all becoming quite natural these days. Except now. At last he thrust the clipboard back at the poor porter who was looking quite frightened at the intense look coming from the usually friendly and personable doctor, and the boy scuttled off noisily with the portable cot he had brought the ‘body’ on.
At last he was alone. He rounded up to the table that Esme lay on, pale where she wasn’t mangled by the fall. If he still had a beating heart it would have stopped. What had driven her to this? Who? His keen sight took in the slightest details of her body, still dressed in the clothes she jumped in. Although the lovely soft hair was matted with mud and water and her large eyes were closed, he could see them in his mind. He leaned over her, pulling her hair from her damaged face. This was not a face befitting her, she deserved better. His nose was now at her collar bone, teeth inches from her delicate and broken skin.
I need her, he thought to himself suddenly. It was ridiculous, he knew that, he didn’t know the woman beyond treating her leg when she was sixteen years old. This was a freak encounter, but he couldn’t deny the yearning compulsion he felt pulse under his skin - stronger than the thirst from the copious amounts of blood covering her clothes and skin. And his teeth made contact, splitting the delicate film with the slightest of touch. He stood up, taking her hand,
“I’ll give you the life you deserve,” he told her, intending to treat her as his companion, like he treated Edward.
He was careful to wipe the slight smear of blood off his teeth before it made contact with his tongue. He hadn’t done this with Edward, knowing that he wouldn’t be tempted to drain his blood. He knew he wouldn’t be tempted by Esme either, but he also did not like the idea of tasting her before she became one of them. He looked down at her and towards the door. Now to get her out before the pain started. He shifted her easily on to a waiting gurney and covered her over, intending to get her out towards the doors and secret her away to his remote house. He hadn’t prepared anything for transforming another, but it was a quiet place. He had become settled in the remote area of Wisconsin and had worked to create a human environment, so at least he had somewhere to take her.
It was half an hour later that Carlisle eventually got a moment to steal the transforming young woman away from the hospital without being seen. Once he was actually away from the grounds it was fine, but there were so many people hanging around hospital corridors, smoking in the back stairs and emergency exits. He couldn’t afford to get caught either being vampiric or trying to steal a ‘dead body’. However he managed it and finally lay the beautiful woman on his function hard-backed, black velveteen couch. He gazed down at her, wondering whether he would be able to tear himself away for the rest of the transformation.
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Esme Cullen
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Post by Esme Cullen on Dec 2, 2008 2:09:54 GMT -5
Esme wasn't sure what was going on when she finally regained consciousness. But the black that had pulled her under had released it's hold, and now she could feel.
Feel the overwhelming and excruciating burn that coursed through her veins. At first it was just hot, but then it got hotter, like putting your hand on a hot burner. Instinctively Esme tried to shy away from the heat, pull herself from the fire. But rather than stop the burning, everything just got hotter. Excruciatingly so.
A pained scream escaped Esme's lips, and her eyes fluttered open. Esme wasn't sure where she was, nothing looked familiar, and it was all slightly blurred, she shut her eyes again. Forcing them to stay closed, she didn't want to see whatever was burning her. This wasn't where she was supposed to be. Why was she feeling pain again?
Hadn't she just jumped to her death to escape the emotional pain? Why was she now feeling this physical pain, why was she now burning as if in the fiery pits of hell? She tried to recall anything she had done in her life that would constitute this kind of torture.
Esme tried to focus her eyesight, opening her eyes again, to find someone to explain to her why this was happening. But it was a failed attempt, the pain crippled her in every sense. And she immediately shut them again. The burning was the only thing she could feel and think about as she lay there. Another piercing scream came from Esme's paled lips. Let me die, please, she begged.
Esme let out a blood-curdling, agony filled scream as the pain unbelievably only seemed to get worse. She hadn't realized before that she couldn't feel her limbs. But now she could, she could feel them burning in the fires like the rest of her body. It was now that Esme found her voice. "Please," she shrieked, "Please...just stop." Her words were full of the agony and pain she felt. "Just kill me. Please...just let me die," she pleaded.
Esme curled into a loose fetal position, the torture of the burning continuing. Her legs continued to kick and thrash, and she clutched her hands to her chest, clawing where the burn seemed to be hottest, as hot as the surface of the sun. Naturally it was where her heart was, hadn't her heart suffered enough?
Misery filled whimpers were all that escaped her pursed lips. She kept her eyes squeezed tight as the anguish continued.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 2, 2008 13:04:52 GMT -5
Much as he had suspected, Carlisle had found it nigh on impossible to leave the modestly fashioned chamber. He had left his post at the hospital, now knowing from experience that it took more than a few hours a night to care for and nurture a young vampire. He had managed to drag himself away from the young woman occasionally though, using the time to gather padding and mattresses to widen his sofa and accommodate the increased movements of the turning vampire.
Now he stood in the corner of the room, motionless, because if he didn’t hold himself still he would fly over to the suffering woman and do everything he could to end it. And that would involve something that he absolutely did not want to do. He couldn’t let her die, it was a universal impossibility for him, Carlisle, the trusted doctor, to cause her death. It hurt though. Every scream pricked at him, tightening coils over areas that hadn’t felt delicate for centuries and so he remained her statue, looking over her. He could see from a distance the changes happening to her as her cells were modified into their vampiric counterparts. She was going to be even more beautiful, if that was possible.
“Esme…” he gasped out of surprise as she screamed out her wish to die. He didn’t know why it came as a shock, but it did. They all wanted death, it meant that the greatest extent of the transformation had taken place. However, before he even knew it he was stood at her side, his muscles had unlocked without his conscious thought, another unknown compulsion driving him close to the young woman. He crouched over her, protectively, and pressed his ice cold hands over her own, over her heart. However, she continued to thrash, whimpering with misery rather than pain, which made Carlisle frown, drawing together his impeccably blond eyebrows.
“It’s going to be fine. I promise, Esme,” he whispered to her, being ninety percent cure that she couldn’t hear him. He shifted his hand to force it between hers and her heart, holding the cool piece of marble between them. “I promise.”
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Esme Cullen
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Post by Esme Cullen on Dec 2, 2008 15:38:49 GMT -5
Esme continued to writhe in pain. Her breathing rapid and shallow. Her eyes stayed slammed shut. She found the screaming didn't stop whoever or whatever was burning her, but that didn't keep her from yelling out in pain as the fire continued.
Esme wasn't sure how long she had been burning. It could have been minutes, days, weeks, years, a whole lifetime. But the excruciating, unfathomable, burn continued through her veins. Never letting up. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. "Please..." she would whisper in pain every once in a while. Hoping someone was there to help and pull her from the fire that burned as hot as the sun.
Unsure of what was going on or how many moments had passed, Esme was noticing different changes around her. The agonizing burn never let up, but Esme found that she could concentrate on other things around her while she burned. She found she could hear things around her now. She could hear the breathing of someone else. She wondered why they didn't stop the blistering heat from burning her. But all the wonder and the new senses she now noticed would not bring her to open her eyes, terrified out what she would see.
She tried to concentrate on the other person there. Hoping to block the fire, listening to the other breathing she could hear. It was a lost cause as the pain unbelievably got worse at it's central point. Esme screamed out in pain as the searing pain in her chest worsened. But as the fire in her chest burned stronger and hotter, she could feel the fire in her fingertips and toes go out. Her breathing accelerated, as did her heart, as the scalding fire heightened in her chest.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 2, 2008 16:05:16 GMT -5
All the while Carlisle listened to the heartbeat, still a little anxious that it would extinguish itself before the transformation was complete. Now he had pulled a flimsy looking chair next to the makeshift bed-couch thing so that he wouldn't frighten her when she woke with him standing over her. This was the position he was in when he heard the acceleration in her heartbeat. He sat up a little on his chair and leaned forward, putting a hand on her forearm.
"Not long now, Esme," he promised her in a low, calming murmur. "The fire will go out soon and then you'll be better."
He glanced down her form, wishing he could somehow see a manifestation of the fire that was stalking around her being. But he couldn't. He understood that it was complete cellular remodification and that it had to take time as it punched its way through the thousands of layers and the billions of cells that made up her body, but it didn't make it any easier. All he could do was sit there with his ear attuned to the sound of her heart and wait for it to come to a halt, whispering sweet nothings about the end of pain and the beginning of a new life.
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Esme Cullen
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Post by Esme Cullen on Dec 2, 2008 16:54:15 GMT -5
Esme could feel a hand touch her and she leaned her body into it, hoping this would be the Saviour that would pull her from the fire. Then she heard his calm, quiet voice, reassuring her. He knew her name, and that surprised her. Esme took relief in his words even though the burn continued. Soon... she thought to herself.
There was a new burning now too, in her throat. Not one because of flames, but one because of thirst. Her throat felt bone dry. Two fires to deal with now: one burning fire, the other burning thirst.
Esme's breathing turned into quickened gasps as her heart accelerated beyond anything she'd ever felt. The beating like one sustained note. The heat seemed to manifest itself entirely there now, the fire flaring worse than ever. She let out a cry of pain as her heart seemed to be trying to fight with the fire that attacked the single organ, her back arched.
She let her body slump back on the makeshift bed as the fire continued to constrict her heart. Her heart stuttered a few beats and then quit in defeat. The fire was out. Everything was silent now, no beating heart, no intakes of breath. Esme lay there, her eyes still closed.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 2, 2008 20:46:28 GMT -5
Carlisle physically flinched as he watched the delicate looking body arching in discomfort. In reality, though, he knew that the body was actually growing stronger, more resilient by the minute. Her skin had begun to pale almost instantly after Carlisle had bitten her, but now it was the same icy hue as his own. It was still a fraction of a degree warmer than his, but it now only had the softness he could feel as another vampire. To another human, she would be a statue of granite and marble - timeless and indestructible. He leaned forward as he heard her heart finally give in, making her look, to all appearances, dead. He did not let go of her arm, though he knew that the change unpredictable and that she could jump up in attack any moment. That did not deter him from leaning over on his chair once more.
"Esme?" he murmured, softly, only just managing to resist the urge to stroke her lovely cheek. She did look beautiful as a vampire. No doubt she had been the picture of beauty as a human too, but it had been difficult to pinpoint exactly with the physical damage of the fall and although she had been a pretty young girl all those years ago, it was different now. "You can wake up now, the fire is gone for good, I promise."
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Esme Cullen
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Post by Esme Cullen on Dec 3, 2008 0:48:38 GMT -5
Esme took in a quick gasp of air as she heard the lovely voice that was beside her, promising the fire was gone, feeling the warm hand on her arm. She shot forward in a quick motion that should have blurred all of her surroundings. Rather, Esme could see every minuscule detail of the room around her in that quickened motion. Instinctively, she felt the need to protect herself from the unknown being beside her, and a feral hiss shot out her mouth as she turned to lay eyes on the man beside her. She hadn't paid attention before.
Instantly both hands shot up, one to cover her mouth in shock, the other on her neck trying to smother the burn that was now in her throat. She looked for the first time at the man who must have been the one trying to comfort her while she had burned at the stake. He was stunning, absolutely divine. And she instantly remembered the god like man before her; he had treated her broken leg back when she was younger. It was relieving to see his face now.
But none of this made sense to Esme. She tried to remember what had happened before this, but she was further confused when her memories seemed to be tainted, unclear and blurred. But she could make them out enough to put everything together. She had commit suicide, she had heard the doctors order her body to be brought straight to the morgue, she had expected death. She hadn't expected the next memory after that, and this one was excruciatingly clear, the feeling of being burned alive. She cringed at the simple thought of it. She flashed her eyes back to the doctor, hundreds of questions she wanted to ask.
The questions were quickly forgotten as the burn in her throat flashed hotter in impatience. Both of Esme's hands now covered her throat, she let out a low growl of both discomfort and thirst.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 3, 2008 17:22:42 GMT -5
Carlisle was now on his feet, the chair a foot or so behind him as he anticipated her awakening. He shot backward, however, in perfect timing with the new vampire's fast reaction to waking up. His arm fell off of hers as she raised it to claw at her throat and his quick eyes took in all that was to be seen about her. She looked fine, physically, of course. All the injuries she had suffered from the fall had vanished in the first few hours of the transformation and she was now imbued with the vampiric perfection that made her irresistible to most men with a pulse. And one man without one, he had to fight to stop a responding gasp of pleasant surprise from escaping his lips.
This isn't the time, Carlisle, he told himself, firmly. She needs your help now, you can give her your admiration later.
A pang of shame filtered through him as he was suddenly brought back home to the rashness of his actions in that morgue. He had made no preparations the way he had done with Edward, it had be a pure reflex to seeing her on the table. He didn't regret making her become one of them, he just wished he had more time at his disposal to make this more comfortable for her. He didn't have a pen of deer for her to satisfy the rough edge of her thirst, but thankfully he always bought houses in remote locations away from the scents of the human population - what was the point in living among temptation when he didn't have to? Not that he was tempted by much anymore, but there were other reasons to be remote as well.
He held out his wintry hands toward the newborn in an open gesture.
"You're thirsty, Esme. I know that," he told her, keeping his voice as low and calm as he could. "I can help you with it, but you have to trust me, okay? You have to stay with me. Can you do that?"
He knew that a new vampire's concentration levels were nothing to brag about, but if he was going to take her off to hunt then he needed to know that she wouldn't bolt from him. That would put people at danger and he couldn't risk that - right now she was stronger and faster than him, a fact that he would not share with her at this tentative stage of development.
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Esme Cullen
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Post by Esme Cullen on Dec 4, 2008 2:21:46 GMT -5
Esme's eyes widened at the doctor's words. Somehow he understood the thirst she now felt, and he could help. She removed her hands from her throat and placed them at her sides, fists clenched as the thirst burned on.
Thousands of questions flooded Esme's head, all partially masked by the parched burn she continued to feel. But one question she did managed to get out. "Why?" she asked in a voice that was unfamiliar to her.
Her eyes, now red unbeknown to her, flashed to both her sides, looking for the source of the beautiful voice. Esme looked back to the man in front of her as she realized the sound must have come from her. She didn't understand how. She shouldn't be able to stand here, her body should just be a mangled mess from the fall she had taken. She was changed, and more questions consumed her mind, none of which she could concentrate on for long.
She turned her short attention span back to what Carlisle had just said. He had asked her questions, "I can help you with it, but you have to trust me, okay?" It was now that she thought to answer that question. "Okay," she responded back, completely sure of herself. It was unusual how she seemed to completely trust the doctor that had treated her many years before now. She felt relieved being around him, almost comfortable.
He had said something else though too she recalled, "You have to stay with me."and "Can you do that?" Again, the unusual feelings she had about the man she knew little about showed between the flashes of impatient thirst. Panic shot through her as she even considered leaving him, there was no way she could bring herself to do that. She answered his question, "Yes. I will stay."
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 4, 2008 21:14:09 GMT -5
Carlisle waited patiently at the end of Esme’s bed as she took in and answered his cautionary questions. He didn’t move a muscle, remaining a perfect statue so as not to distract her thoughts in any manner. However, as the last assent escaped Esme’s beautiful, soft mouth, Carlisle’s own modelled itself into his own smile.
“Thank you,” he told her, warmly. “I’ll explain to you on route.“
He stood up and gestured for Esme to do the same, beckoning her with his left hand as he made his way towards the front door. The qualification of that expression would be that he would explain the bare minimum to her as they made their way to her first hunt, nothing more. There would be no point, she wouldn’t be able to take it in and it would be more likely that he would just scare her away before he could explain everything to her in full. Again, he regretted the rashness of his actions, wishing that he had some kind of divine notice that she was going to fall into his arms that day. But then so far, he had met no one that could read the future. He turned and looked at her again.
“I couldn’t let you die,” he told her, simply. “You’re too good for it. I suppose I was being greedy.”
Yes, the barest minimum - no vampires, no blood, just a little death. Save that for when he could be sure that she could focus on more than just the key words. Already he couldn’t bare the thought of her abandoning him and his way of life. He couldn’t stop her, of course - he didn’t save her to keep her captive to his ideology, but he wanted her to give it a fair chance. She clearly hadn’t been given a fair chance at her human life, he now wanted her to have a fair chance at her new one.
“You might feel some new urges now, ones that you’re not familiar with, but as soon as we’re in the woods, you’ll understand. Much better than anything I could explain now.”
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Esme Cullen
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Post by Esme Cullen on Dec 5, 2008 2:42:13 GMT -5
Esme stood up in one quick, blinding movement. It again shocked her at how her body now moved, but Esme had found little that didn't shock her once she had woken up from the fire. She followed Carlisle, not questioning where he was taking her, just knowing she needed, no, wanted to follow.
As she too made her way to the front door, she listened to the words he spoke. Many more questions; She wasn't dead? He was being greedy? But why? None of it made sense to her. But he had promised to explain things to her.
"I'm not dead?" she asked. She stopped to look at him. Certainly he had to be wrong, no one as divine as him should ever walk the horrible world he was claiming to belong to. And if she wasn't dead and in heaven, she almost wanted to be. There was only one thing keeping her from wanting it; him.
She recovered from the brief pause and walked to his side. She heard him explain to her what she would feel. She cocked her head to look at him, her caramel brow furrowed in confusion. But she just shrugged her shoulders as he told her he'd explain later.
"Promise?" she asked him, she needed explanations.
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Post by Carlisle Cullen on Dec 5, 2008 20:53:06 GMT -5
Carlisle grinned at her with a closed mouth, pressing his somewhat pale lips together in a movement that somehow made the corners of his eyes crinkle. By now he had led them out towards the front of the house and they were subject to the elements. He noted that the usually constant cloud cover was looking quite thin, and was eager to get them through into the dense trees before a ray of light could escape and produce more distracting questions in the newborn's mind.
"I promise," he said to her, his voice low with sincerity, amber eyes twinkling with the knowledge that was held behind them. He continued to lead them back around the house, steering clear of civilisation and even taking a convoluted path towards their destination in order to stay up wind of any possible scent of humanity. He wouldn't forgive himself if he subjected her to that kind of temptation on the first day of her vampiric life. She was too good to be made a human by virtue of what he had made her.
If he was human he would have sighed in relief as they ducked into the heavy shadow of the forest, the sun just beginning to filter down through the clouds. However, he was not, and he resisted the old habit in favour of his relaxed, confident expression that told her to trust him. He had to rely on that for as long as possible now and just hope that she would give him a chance once she knew the truth. His chest grew hollow as he imagined her leaving, being so disgusted with his actions and by what they were that she couldn't even bear to be around him. It was strange, but he was sure he could feel himself changing, and he hadn't changed significantly for centuries. He had been frozen in time all these years, what was this woman doing to thaw him? He glanced over his shoulder at her soft brown eyes, her lovely heart-shaped face with a real curiosity in his eye.
Not the time for it, Carlisle, he reminded himself once more, and he turned his head, breathing in deeply for the scent of some nearby game. Anything with running blood would satisfy her just now, they could worry about taste later. He dropped to a slow prowl after a few moments of whizzing through the densely packed trees and turned to face Esme, reaching out with a hand as a physical manifestation of understanding.
"Okay, we're nearly there," he told her, attempting to gain eyecontact with her. "Just trust yourself."
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Post by Esme Cullen on Dec 6, 2008 5:06:34 GMT -5
Esme followed him with a newfound trust. She looked at their surroundings with new eyes that took in every minute detail; every leaf of a near bye tree easily distinguishable to the next, the number of holes on a fallen leaf that a caterpillar must have chewed through many yards away, the broken, dying tree far deep in the middle of the approaching forest.
It was several moments later, after Carlisle had made his promise, that he spoke again. His soft voice telling her to trust herself. But she had taken none of it in. Her body froze and she crouched low, preparing for hunt. She had smelt the warm blood of a near bye, small herd of deer. She had heard the hearts of the three deer -a buck and two does- pumping the warm fluid that would ease the burn that now flashed hotter than ever, causing her mouth to flood with venom. Just as he had.
She made no noise as she took off at an inhuman pace toward the prey that would relieve her of the burning thirst. As she approached the three deer, singling out the closer of the two does, her feet made no sound and the deer stood grazing. It was too late when they finally took notice, attempting to flee in fear, Esme easily caught the doe she had intended to feed on.
Instinct consumed Esme as she wrapped her arms around the flailing doe, crushing the creature to her body, and quickly taking notice to the area of the deer's neck that she would puncture. She leaned her head in and too easily bit into the animal's neck. The blood flowed down her throat, soothing her thirst.
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