Author's Note: Hey guys! Good to see you all again! This little plot bunny came to me at work and wouldn't leave me alone! So, this story was born. Here's the first part. This will either be a two shot or a multichapter fic. In any event, I hope you love the story!

It was a Cloudy day in Forks, Washington. The air smelled of fresh rain and damp earth, giving the town a rustic feel. On the outskirts of town stood the Cullen home. Esme Cullen was just outside it and, in a rare occurrence, was completely alone. Her children were in school, her husband at work, and her granddaughter was out with Jacob Black, leaving Esme to do as she pleased. She was busy in the backyard, pulling weeds and tending to her plants. She needed to care for them before it started to rain. For around an hour she kept busy, humming to herself. Unbeknownst to her, her cell phone, left on silent from a charity event the night before, was ringing on her bedside table. But since it was on silent, she remained oblivious to its ringing. When the hour ended, Esme came inside just as the first few droplets of rain pattered against the Windows. It was just past 11:30, and Esme was unsure of what to do with herself. So she watched a documentary on photography on TV. About half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Esme didn't think much of it. She thought that Nessie must have come home early. But her scent wasn't present. A human one was, though. Still, she opened the Door with a smile. A man in a trench coat and hat stood with his back to the door. He turned around, face carefully covered, pretending to be cold.

"I got caught in the storm and have nowhere else to go. My car is stuck in a mud hole and can't be towed out, and the battery is dead and the gas gone, so I can't keep warm inside. May I please come in until it passes?" He said in a gravelly voice.

Esme nodded, hearing his heart thunder with anxiety, and opened the door. But something about this man set her on edge, and she couldn't tell why. And then, strangely, his heartbeat ceased.

He took off his trench coat and hat, revealing a head of black hair coiffed to one side and slick with pomade, wearing a dress shirt and khakis. But when he turned around, Esme saw why she had been anxious. She certainly should have been.

There, standing in her living room, was her abusive ex-husband, Charles Evenson.

She skittered back two steps, reeling with shock, and accidentally knocked over a vase full of flowers. The vase shattered into a million pieces at her feet. The sound brought back painful memories, and suddenly the past ninety seven years hadn't happened at all. She was the submissive wife of an abusive man once more.

"C-Charles..." She whispered. "You're alive..."

"Yes I am."

"How?"

"The same way you are. I am a vampire."

"Y-You can't be... Edward killed you... You're dead... And I'm hallucinating..."

"Oh, I assure you, this is very real." He reached for her and before she could react he was crushing her arm in his grip. "It seems your little attack dog didn't know I had a twin brother... Not that I ever affiliated with him. He was disowned by the family some time ago. But he came to make amends with me. I went out to the market one night and when I came back he was dead on the floor. I always assumed you had something to do with it. I could never prove it... But now I know."

"Is that why you came here? For revenge for your brother?"

"Heavens no. I could care less about the man."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I came to take what's mine."

Despite the pain, Esme was indignant. "I'm not your property. I never will be."

"Not you. Where is the son you bore me?"

Esme took in a sharp breath. Memories, indistinct but poignant, started flooding her brain. The pain was fresh no matter how many years had passed. The best and worst memories of her life had happened with him. Although he had been dead for years, she still felt that it was her duty to protect him. She looked him dead in the eye and flatly said:

"I'm not telling you."

The pressure on her arm tightened. "Yes you will. I'll ask you, nicely, one more time: Where is he?"

She shook her head. "I won't tell."

His eyes darkened at once, like flipping a switch. His polite exterior cracked and fell away, revealing the crude, sadistic man underneath. He leaned in close and whispered, "I have ways of making you talk."

He took her hand in his own, held it for a second, and then dropped it like a hot potato.

Suddenly, Esme was freezing cold and in intense pain. She curled up into a tight ball, shivering violently on the floor.

"W-What are Y-you d-d-d-doing to m-me?"

"You'll soon see."

And then, seconds later, a thudding began. But it wasn't Charles as it had been the first time.

It was her heart. It was beating again.

Her pale skin began to darken to its human tone, and her hearing grew weaker. Her eyesight lost clarity and her sense of smell dulled dramatically. Even her memories of her second life faded until they had a dream-like quality to them, while her human memories grew clearer and clearer. And her body grew weaker by the second.

He had done the impossible.

"How am I human?"

"You're not."

"What do you mean?"

"My gift is giving people certain traits when I touch them. I just gave you ones that would weaken you."

"But your heartbeat..."

"It was real. I can give myself certain traits too. It comes in very handy." He yanked on her arm and she shrieked in pain.

"Why are you doing this? What do want with him?"

"He's my heir. He's all I have left to my name."

"It's been ninety five years since he was born. What makes you think he's alive?"

"Because you are. You would never have let him die. Now where is he?!" The words were a blow to her heart, but she stayed strong.

"I won't tell you!"

He let go of her arm and punched her lightly in the face, sending her skidding across the floor with a thunk as her head hit the wall.

"Tell me!" He barked, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

"Never." It was a low growl. He took her arm, twisted it behind her, and broke it, smiling as she Cried out in agony.

"Where is he?!" He demanded, grabbing her by the throat and shoving her against the wall.

"You'll never find out!"

"Are you willing to risk your life on it?" He hissed.

Her patience ended and she yelled at him: "Go ahead! Kill me! I'd rather be dead than spend another second with you!"

He growled angrily at her, and threw her across the room as if she were a rag doll. She smashed through a glass wall and onto ground in the foyer, unconscious. Charles loomed over her bruised and bloodied form, prepared to take her life, when suddenly the front door bust open and the Cullen Children appeared, Emmett standing furthest front and flanked by Edward and Jasper. They sprang into action against Charles and Alice, Rosalie, and Bella carried Esme to the car and to the hospital where Carlisle was anxiously waiting for them.

Esme was rushed into the ER, leaving Bella, Alice, and Rosalie to ponder her future.