I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY sorry this is so fricking late!!! i had about half of it done before New Year's but then i got writers block and i had a bunch of homework from school. i was gonna make the last half go into more depth about the whole transformation thing, but then i realized i had nothing so i had to stop and be happy with what i had.

Please lemme know what you think... i'd really appreciate reviews even though i probably don't deserve them since i made you all wait so long.

Early August- Milwaukee, Wisconsin

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Esme's POV

I gasped and reached for a chair to sit in. One of my students, Caroline, came to my aid and eased me into the chair.

"Are you alright, Miss Esme?" Caroline asked.

"Someone please get Miss Ruth," I was able to say through my gasps. The baby couldn't be coming now, could it? No, I still had more than a month before I gave birth.

"Esme?" Ruth asked as she came to my side.

"Get me to the hospital, please," I replied. "I think I'm about to give birth." Many of my students became excited but I ignored them. I needed to concentrate.

The got me to the hospital quickly and I immediately gave birth.

"Congratulations," the doctor said. "It's a baby boy. Have you decided on a name?"

I nodded. I had spent a long time choosing which name would be best. "William," I sighed happily. "William Frank Platt."

"Alright," the doctor said as he wrote it down on the birth certificate. "And your name is Esme Mary Platt, yes?" I nodded and he wrote my name down. "And the father's name?" I frowned. I didn't want Charles's name on the birth certificate, but I figured it would be best not to argue with the doctor.

"Charles Jacob Evenson," I spat. The doctor recorded the information quickly, noticing my displeasure.

"And since your baby was premature, we'll need to make sure he's healthy. We'll bring him to you as soon as we can," he smiled before leaving.

I sighed. My baby. My baby. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world, knowing I had my own little baby boy.

I started to drift off to sleep but before I did, I thought I saw Carlisle looking at me through the door with mixed emotions. I would have tried to decide which emotions were present on his face, but I gave up and fell asleep instead.

Things were too perfect.

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Three days later

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"Miss Platt," the nurse called to me. I looked up, feeling worried. I had been able to hold my baby a total of three hours before the doctors took him away from me again, telling me he was sick. "I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this," she started. She kept fidgeting and I took that as a bad sign. "But your baby, William, is dead." I gasped in pain and started to cry. The nurse took pity on my and hugged me tightly.

I sobbed. My baby. My baby. Not my baby. No. William couldn't die. Not so young. Children weren't meant to die young. Why did my baby- my William- have to die so soon? Three days old. Only three days old. My poor William.

I must have fallen asleep from of all the crying because when I woke up, it was getting dark. The doctor noticed I had woken up and came in to tell me I could go home whenever I wanted. He was very sympathetic and kind.

I left immediately, not wanting to stay in this sad place any longer.

When I reached my new home I slumped into the chair and cried. I already had a cradle all set up and ready to be used. Now it never would be.

I cried for a while longer and eventually fell asleep for a few minutes.

By the time I woke up again, I felt even more miserable. All I wanted to do was sleep.

I stood up, put on clean clothes, fixed my hair, grabbed a few things, and left the house. It was getting darker by the minute but that was fine with me. I didn't really need to see where I was going.

Since I couldn't see them well, I felt the items in my hands. A baby blanket I had made a few weeks ago, William's birth certificate, and a small cross that I kept by my bedside for prayers.

The blanket was soft and comforting. I started making it when I was trying to think of lessons to teach my students-to-be. I had only needed something to keep my hands busy, but I decided to keep with it and make a blanket. I thought it turned out nicely.

I brought William's birth certificate just to calm me and remind me of what I was about to do. It was made of thicker paper and was smooth. I felt tears come to my eyes but I willed myself not to cry. Everything would be okay soon.

The small, wooden cross figurine helped me to think. I wasn't very happy with God right now, but I knew he didn't do this to make me mad. I said a quick prayer, holding the cross tightly, and continued walking.

I reached my destination and laid the blanket next to the tree near the cliff. On top of the blanket, I laid the birth certificate and then the cross. I couldn't believe what I was about to do, but I knew I had to do it. I wouldn't be happy until I did.

I made sure Carlisle's locket was securely around my neck and stepped closer to the edge of the cliff.

I took one last look at my pile by the tree and took a deep breath. I smiled to myself, knowing I would see William soon, and a while later I would see Carlisle, too.

With one more deep breath, I lifted one foot and put it over the edge. I felt a tear escape my partially closed eyes and brought my foot back, deciding to jump rather than let myself fall.

With a final breath of air, I leaped into the air and felt myself falling. The wind threw my hair up and for a moment, I felt as if I was flying.

Then, darkness and pain surrounded everything.

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Carlisle's POV

I left the house Edward and I shared and headed to the hospital. I had a feeling tonight would be different. I didn't know why, but something felt odd. I didn't know if it would be good or bad, but something was going to happen.

I laughed at myself and shook my head. That was silly. How could I possibly know that something would happen? I entered the hospital and decided I would leave those thoughts behind and get to work.

Late into the evening, something excited the staff. I stopped one of the nurses in the hall to ask what had happened.

"A woman fell from a cliff," she exclaimed. "Doctor Fenton is examining her now." I nodded and went to find Dr. Fenton. Fenton would need help if the woman was, by some miracle, still alive.

I found the room quickly and did my best to hide the gasp that escaped my lips. I saw her, dying before my eyes. How was that possible? I remembered my odd feeling from before and frowned. I didn't realize it would be like this.

"Carlisle, you're a moment too late," Fenton sighed as he pulled a white sheet over Esme's face. "She's dead."

I fought to keep my face straight, but I'm sure my eyes must have given away the hurt I was feeling.

"I know. Such a shame, seeing a beautiful girl die before her time," Fenton said, noticing the sadness in my eyes. But he couldn't know just how much I was grieving inside. I sighed as Fenton left and the room became almost silent.

In the silence, I heard the most wonderful sound I could ever hope to hear. A light, irregular beating of a failing heart filled my ears. It hurt to know she was in so much pain, but it was enough to know she still had a chance. Not the chance to live, but to continue her existence.

I didn't like the idea of changing Esme, knowing she may hate me for it, but I couldn't watch her die. Not like this.

I looked behind me. Good. No one was watching. I closed the door, just in case anyone caught a glimpse of what I was about to do.

I opened the window by Esme's bed, lifted Esme in my arms, and jumped out the window, closing it behind me. I knew time was of the essence but I had to make sure no one would hear her screams so I ran to the woods on the outskirts of town where an small, empty house was located. It would suit my purposes perfectly.

I couldn't believe I was actually going to do this. There was a good chance that she didn't even remember me. I looked down and saw that she still had the locket I gave her. Well, that meant she might remember me, even vaguely, but would she love me?

I pushed those thoughts aside as I entered the house and laid her on the bed. Working quickly, I leaned over her body and moved my head near her neck. Her pulse was weak, but it was enough to get the venom spreading through her body.

I whispered a quick 'I'm sorry' in her ear and dug my teeth into her neck just enough to reach the arteries.

She took a sharp breath and then the pain came. I did my best to comfort her, but I knew I could do nothing else for her but sit and wait for her to come around.

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Esme POV

I was pulled out of my dark, mental abyss to find excruciating pain starting in my neck and spreading to the rest of my body. Had there been a fire at the bottom of the cliff? Certainly not. I would have seen it.

The pain reached my chest and head. I desperately hoped I would pass out from the pain, but my hopes were in vain. The pain spread from my chest to my arms, then to my abdomen, and finally, to my legs.

I could feel my blood racing through my veins and each time I felt a pulse, I screamed. My blood was fire and yet it didn't burn through my skin.

I tried to look around me but I had no luck. My vision was blurred and red. I heard a loud noise and I realized it was my screaming.

Why haven't I passed out yet? I wanted to get away from my pain, not find more. I found myself wondering what was going on but figured out I didn't care; all I cared about was making it stop.

The pain increased exponentially and I cringed mentally. I would gladly kill myself a thousand times over just to make this pain go away.

I did my best to concentrate on something- anything. I tried to listen to my screams, but my hearing faded in and out, making it hard to keep my attention on it. I tried to grab something- anything that I could hold onto. My original plan was to leave this Earth in search of leaving all my pain behind but now I'd rather live with the pain of loosing my child than live in this burning hell.

I felt something in my hand. It was ice cold. Good. Something not only to hold onto, but something to cool the fire in my blood. I did my best to hold onto the icy object, praying it wouldn't leave me.

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Carlisle's POV

I held Esme's hand in mine and whispered 'I'm sorry' over and over again as if she could hear me. Edward had found us after an hour or two. He had heard Esme's screams from our home and came to investigate. I hoped none of the humans could hear her screaming, but Edward promised me they wouldn't be able to.

A day and a half had gone by already but it felt like years. My poor Esme was in so much pain and it was entirely my fault. Edward had done his best to cheer me up but when he realized that was impossible, he went hunting. He would return sometime tomorrow.

I looked at my dear Esme. Her screams had stopped an hour or two ago. She had finally lost her voice. But I knew she was still hurting. Her body writhed in pain and her face was scrunched. I held her close to me, hoping she would be able to feel the coldness of my body. Maybe, just maybe, it would make the burning hurt less. I remembered my transformation and cringed. It had not been pleasant.

I pulled Esme close to my chest and held her tightly. With any luck, the next day and a half would go by faster than the first did.

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Esme POV

The first thing I did when I finally regained coherent conscious thought was reach for my locket. Good, it was still there. I smiled as I held it lightly between my thumb and index finger.

I then opened my eyes and looked around. I was laying on a bed in a one or maybe even two-room house. The house was bare of any kind of decorations that would tell me what kind of person lived here. The bedspread I was laying on was a solid cobalt blue and was rather wrinkled. I thought back to what I last did and immediately remembered the burning blood that ran through my veins. I cringed and dismissed that thought.

I noticed my vision was much clearer. Everything was crystal clear. Even though the room wasn't very well lit, I could see everything as if it had it's own source of light.

I heard a door open and then two men talking.

"I found this," the first voice said. I tried to find them somewhere in the room, but when I couldn't, I concluded they must be in a separate room.

Someone closed the door behind them, presumably the first voice, and there were a few footsteps before someone sat in a chair.

"In the woods?" the second voice called. That voice. It was so familiar. I tried to think and immediately thought of Carlisle. It had to be him.

Carlisle and the other man were silent before the first voice spoke. "She's awake." A small pause. "And she remembers you." Though I couldn't see him, I could have sworn the first man was smiling.

The door to my room opened and an angel stepped through the doorway. The angel smiled. He was more handsome that I remembered in my dreams. Except his eyes were slightly darker.

"Good morning, sunshine," he grinned as he walked over to me slowly.

"Carlisle," I breathed softly. My voice surprised me. I would have thought it would be hoarse after what just happened, but it was more beautiful than the song of a mockingbird.

"It's been a while," he said as he put his hand out for me to take. I took it and stood up, surprised I wasn't tired.

This must be heaven, I decided. All that pain really didn't last that long, it just felt that way. And now I'm in heaven.

I heard the first voice chuckle to himself as he appeared in the doorway.

"You're not in heaven, I promise you that," he said, finishing his laugh. This man had Carlisle's honey-golden eyes and pale skin.

"Esme, this is Edward," Carlisle said to me.

"It's a pleasure to talk to you, Esme," Edward smiled as he shook my hand. "Carlisle has told me so much about you."

Carlisle smiled before speaking. "There's something we need to tell you before we make any plans," he said.

Plans? I didn't understand what he meant but I figured that questions would be answered when the told me whatever it was they needed to tell me.

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Edward's POV

I stared down at my watch and did my best not to look at Esme's shocked face. She was taking this well, all things considered, but she still had the usual reaction. Or at least I figured it must be the usual expression. It was probably the same one I had when Carlisle first told me I was a vampire.

When I sensed it was the right time, I excused myself, claiming I had to go see if anyone noticed our absence and found it peculiar. I was quite sure no one would have noticed, but it was best to make sure. And I thought I might let Esme and Carlisle have a nice reunion with no one watching.

I took the blanket, the birth certificate, and the wooden cross with me to our house. I would ask Esme about them later. She probably wouldn't want to be reminded of whatever happened right now.

After spending a while at our house reading, I realized Esme would need clothes when they came back from the hunting trip. The first time was usually messy, I remembered with a smile. I quickly went to Esme's house, just in case they hadn't moved any of her stuff out yet. Luckily, they didn't so I grabbed a few clean clothes and took them back to the little house in the woods.

They weren't there, probably still on the hunting trip, so I left them on the bed. They would find them.

I smiled to myself as I realized Carlisle would be much happier now that he had Esme. Carlisle still wasn't sure if she would stay, but I was. It was obvious how much she loved him by her reaction. They'd be crazy if they left each other.

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Esme POV

I followed Carlisle into the forest he said would have plenty of animals. I was still in shock from his announcement, but I decided I would get over it because it is going to be my life, well, existence, from here on out.

I still could barely believe that he- I, I corrected myself- was a vampire. I began to believe him when I saw my piercing red eyes. They had scared me at first but Carlisle assured me they would turn topaz in time.

When we reached our destination, Carlisle explained to me the steps I would need to take down my 'prey' and then gave me an example. I shuddered to think that I would be killing such innocent animals, but I quickly forgot my sadness when I took a deep breath that made my throat burn with thirst.

"Think you got it?" Carlisle asked. I nodded and immediately went after a deer. Carlisle told me they were best to star off with since they were easier to attack than the others.

It didn't take long due to my new vampire strength. It felt unfair. Though I felt bad, I couldn't stop my new instincts from sucking the buck dry. The blood lessened the sharp thirst in my throat and I quickly went to find more animals.

By the time I had satisfied my thirst, the front of my light blue dress was crimson and wet with blood.

"Be honest with me," I said to Carlisle as I walked over to him. "How bad to I look?" I wiped my mouth with a clean part of the sleeve of my dress.

"You couldn't look bad if you tried," Carlisle smiled. He took my hands in his, pulled me closer, and kissed me lightly yet passionately, the blood on my face transferring to his.

I gasped; feeling surprised, but kissed him back. The best part about having all the time in the world, was sharing all the time in the world with the one person you loved. And that is what I have now.

Okay, i know... those last few lines were really sappy... but i couldn't think of any other way to end it.

so if anyone has anything they want me to change about this chapter, lemme know... i'm thinking about revising it just because i was rather disappointed with some of it... although that could be due to the fact that i'm still mad at myself for being a slow updater... idk.

anyway, if anyone wants me to make more chapters, let me know... those would be slow updates as well just because i have no idea what i would write for those... I planned to make it stop here, but if anyone wants something specific about Esme and Carlisle written, let me know... you'd have to give me ideas for it...

anyway, hope you liked it, because when i get nice reviews, it makes me happy and i feel better about my writing skills and i'll feel better about this chapter!