The Twilight Saga

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The family is coming back together, and life is returning to normal...but are the Cullen's really in control of the situation? The answer, of course, is no.

You think you're in control?

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Discussion: Prologue
Pg 1: Chap 1
Pg 2: Chap 2
Pg 3: Chaps 3, 4, 5
Pg 4: Chaps 6, 7

Pg 5: Chaps 8, 9
, 10
Pg 6: Chaps 11,
12, 13



I never realised how exhausting a day on this island could be. It was only mid-afternoon and, despite the fact that we hadn't been walking for very long, my feet ached with every step. Carlisle quickly noticed my lagging behind and offered to carry me back to the house. I quickly accepted, of course, and soon enough he was filling the enormous bathtub with all manner of perfumes and salts.

"You are an angel," I murmured, sinking into the water and taking a deep breath of the mixture of scents. It was not as strong now as it had once been - I missed that - but it was still soothing. I shut my eyes and slid deeper, so that I was almost up to my chin in the wonderful warm water.
"Would you like me to leave?" Carlisle offered.

"No, you're fine." Why waste concentration speaking when I could let my mind wander with this glorious relaxation? I rested my head on the edge of the tub and waved my arms through the water. I relished the feeling of the current over my skin; it was so much easier to appreciate the water's softness with human skin.

Carlisle's quiet chuckle joined the multitude of soft and calming thoughts in my head.

"You're purring," he told me quietly. I pictured the smile on his face, and I smiled too; I was glad my happiness mad him happy. I told him so, though my speaking function was somewhat numbed by the tranquillity of my mind, and he kissed my forehead and told me that my existence made him happy.

In that image of peace and contentment, Carlisle and I spent almost an hour in the bathroom, talking to each other about all kinds of things. We seamlessly avoided anything related to the last two years of our lives; such thoughts made this peace impossible. That was one of the reasons I loved this island; it was the perfect piece of paradise in a turbulent and sometimes cruel world. No matter how bad things got, Isle Esme made it better; you could forget the world. You could truly relax, be honestly and totally happy: the perfect sanctuary. I climbed out of the tub and pulled a towel around myself, blushing as I felt Carlisle's eyes track me to the door. Before I could say anything, he started reciting one of Shakespeare's most well-known sonnets -and one of my personal favourites.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

and summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines

and often is his gold complexion dimmed;

and even fair from fair sometimes declines

by chance or nature's changing course untrimmed.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st.

Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade

when in eternal lines to time thou grow'st

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

I felt myself tearing up as the sonnet progressed; by the end I was sobbing.

"Esme, what's wrong?" Carlisle crooned, wrapping his arm around my hips and drawing me closer to him.

I buried my face in his neck and cried.

"Thy eternal summer shall not fade...nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade," I choked. "I don't want to leave you, Carlisle. Ever. I don't care if it's not for a hundred years."
"Esme, we've discussed this," he said quietly, holding me at arms' length. "I don't want to try and change you until I'm certain it will work. I have seen werewolves die from vampire venom - only a few, but it does happen - and I don't want that happening to you."
"But I'm going to die anyway!"

"Not that way!" Carlisle insisted. "Trust me, it's torture only the strongest of hearts would get through. Yours has been dormant for ninety years, then forced to work hard, then crushed and pierced,
and then forced to keep up a huge wolf. Your heart is as loving as ever, my dear, but physically I don't know how well it will hold up. I'm sorry, but I can't even consider that until I find out more."

"Then lets find out!" I begged. "Hook me up to something, take some blood samples, I don't care!"
"Esme, calm down," Carlisle soothed, drawing me into a hug. "I don't know enough about werewolves to help you, but when we get back to Forks we'll go to the ISS and Sylvia can help. I'll be there the whole time, I promise. We'll sort this out. I'm not going to let you go without

a fight, trust me."

"I do," I promised, lifting up my head.

Carlisle smiled, brushed a lock of hair out of my face and kissed me.

"Come on dear, the boat for the mainland is leaving soon. Don't want to miss the plane back," he said, once we had pulled apart. The drama of moments before was pushed to the back of my mind as I raced upstairs to finish packing: I couldn't wait to see my family again!

Tags: carlisle, cullens, esme, not, secret, simple, so, submissive, vampire, werewolf

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wow that was quick - thanks guys!
suggestions are welcome relating to ANY CHARACTER.
I have noted that Esme and Carlisle are to be together forever or I will be sliced and diced. Anything else, o loyal readers?
hmmmmmmm......................nope you're good! I loved the poem! I adore it when you put other things in your writing!!!!! =] <3
thank you we were studying sonnets in English and i liked that one. (plus i thought it was kind of cruelly ironic: eternal beauty, untouched by time and nature, just screams vampires! OMG maybe shakespeare's girlfriend was one! lol)
awesome, luv it as usual! :D
soz i dont update much anymore but im in yr10 its hard work! i'm busy!! anyways hope u enjoy this chap :)

Chapter One:

“My name’s Doctor Miller,” a woman with long blonde hair introduced herself. She was very pale all over; grey eyes, fairly thin lips, and a complexion only made whiter by the lab coat she wore. “Put this on, please, and check your details on this form. Thank you.”
I rolled my eyes, and she frowned, turned and left the room. I studied the form, found all the information correct, and then turned my attention to the outfit she had given me. The first thing that came to my head was ‘wetsuit.’ It was tight-fitting and black all over. It had a zip up the back and thin but gripping rubber pads on the knees and elbows. I grimaced; apparently this was the suit they expected me to wear neutralise my power. Hey, don’t get me wrong, I understand why they want to protect themselves, but does it have to be at the cost of my fashion sense? Alice would have a heart attack looking at this thing.
Of course, now Carlisle’s voice had to pop into my head and start preaching all sorts of moralistic nonsense – half of which he wouldn’t say, anyway.
“Fine, I’ll put the damn thing on,” I muttered under my breath. After taking one quick look around the room – in which there was nothing but a table, a chair, a small cabinet and a full-length mirror – I stripped down and slipped on the scuba suit.
Reluctantly, I headed for the mirror. As I passed the table, I noticed a belt, also black, sitting and waiting for me. Honestly, these people have never met Alice. I hope they do one day…but not until they have a very large budget and a hundred empty moving vans.

I stepped in front of the mirror, and my jaw instantly dropped. I looked totally amazing. This was like a superhero suit or something! I wonder what amazing things it can do? Can I turn invisible? Woah, that would be cool…
I looked at the belt on the desk. It was just begging me to try it out. I was probably grinning like a child, but I didn’t care. I picked up the belt and clipped it around my waist, and it turned silver. There was a small panel of buttons just beside the clip. I pressed one and squeezed my eyes shut, half expecting a monster of an electric shock.
Nothing happened until I opened my eyes and looked down at the suit.
It was white. White and silver; the suit had changed colour. Awesome. I look even better in silver. This is definitely working for me. A self-colour-coordinating item of clothing! It brings out all my curves, too.
“Kate, are you ready?” Demetri asked, facing away from the door of course. “Doctor Miller wants to show you your suit.”
“Yeah, sure,” I invited. He and Doctor Miller came in a moment later. The doctor was holding a belt just like mine.
“How are you finding it?” she asked.
“It’s great!”
“No itching, scratching or tightness?”
“Very good. Now, there are three settings for your suit: black means it is deactivated, white is activated, and red is activated and supervised. When the suit is deactivated, you will be able to use your abilities as normal. When it is active, any attempt to use your power will be neutralised. This is just a prototype, but it is not supposed to hurt you either.”
I tried a little charged and touched Demetri on the arm. He looked at my hand, but didn’t feel anything bad. Neither did I; it was just as if I had never used the charge.
“What does it mean when the suit is red?” I asked.
“When in the supervised setting, any attempt at using your power will wire an immediate notice and GPS location to the nearest ISS branch. If you turn it on or off, we are also notified and given your location.”
“What if I get stabbed?”
“The suit is reinforced by threads of a very strong carbon-based substance called C60. It can withstand the strength of every vampire we’ve tested on; all out of the newborn phase of course.”
Woah. So it really is a supersuit.

Kate didn’t seem upset at all by the fact that this suit was limiting her defences. I was glad; not only for her but also for Jace, the werewolf. While terrorising him wasn’t on the top of our lists right now, I doubted Kate would objecting to giving the mutt a piece of her mind. But now, in this safe haven for all things supernatural, Jace felt safe enough to talk. Now, we would hopefully be able to find a diplomatic solution.
It was for Carlisle's sake I was ready to put aside centuries of hatred and talk to the werewolf, but it was also for Carlisle's sake I was anxious about Esme's bracelet. It was precious to her; a symbol of her family. She wouldn't have left it without good reason. I wished we had taken Kate's cell-phone with us, just in case we could contact Esme or she us. I would never forgive myself if she died because she couldn't reach us.
I fought back a grimace as Doctor Miller led the way down the hall, past several experiments and computers out into the hall, then down to a room labelled 'Werewolf Relations.' The door was made of what appeared to be frosted glass, but I'd bet it was reinforced or electrified or something.
Inside, the werewolf Jace was sitting at a long table. His arms were crossed in front of him, chin resting on his forearms. His eyes drowsily drifted around the room; I wonder how long he had been waiting there. And the clothes he was wearing: a neat white button-up shirt, a belt and neat pants designed for the likes of Carlisle and Edward. He was certainly not of their calibre, even treating that fact as a mere comparison rather than an insult. Jace appeared to me like the daredevil type; extreme sports, rock music and such. It was strange to see such a character so subdued.
With a new respect of sorts for the bizarre creature before me, I led the way through and sat down at the table opposite Jace. Kate joined me, followed by Doctor Miller who was carrying Esme's bracelet.
"Mutt," Kate greeted bitterly.
"Leech," Jace sneered back. Doctor Miller cleared her throat.
"So," she announced in a civil tone. "Let us begin. Demetri, could you please describe to us what you have seen and heard?"
I cleared my throat, expelling the desire to growl, and began my tale.

"And that's that paper done!" Bella announced proudly, shuffling the sheets so that they were in a neat pile before passing them to Nessie to be stapled together. "We have officially documented every vampire in the Americas."
"Europe, Asia, Africa and Oceania to go," Jacob muttered in the kitchen. Leah, Alex and Sam all moaned theatrically. Jake had reluctantly agreed to help us catch up with the growing pile of paperwork on Carlisle's desk, so some of the others had come up for a while too. He and Nessie worked in shifts, so that one of them was always with Emma. They felt better about their parenting skills now; they didn't have to leave her in the care of the pack or Charlie or Billy anymore. Edward felt better too, though his skin still crawled with suspicion about Doctor Sylvia Martin: he worried he had trusted her with too much. As far as I could tell, her intentions were pure, but none of us had seen her since we fled Forks.
We were now living in the Denali's old house - we hadn't exactly asked Kate, but we hadn't been able to get a hold of her. Demetri would have followed her to the ends of the earth, though, so her safety was probably not an issue. The werewolves were off our tails for now - we hadn't seen or heard of them since Esme's confrontation with Faolan. Right now, we were just waiting for our beloved parents to come home from their holiday at Isle Esme.
Emily emerged from the kitchen with a tray of lemonade, and was nearly knocked over by a blur of artistically matched purple, grey and dusky pink.
"They're coming! They're coming!" Alice announced gleefully. She danced over to the door and, right on cue, the familiar crunch of Carlisle's Mercedes coming up the drive announced his and Esme's return.
LOL! Alice! I love her! Supersuit! I want one of =]
Only JUST got to comment! Stupid iPod wouldn't even let me msg you! GRRR!!!! AWESOME CHAPTER! Amazing, fantastic, SUPER! Lol
btw the fibre in Kate's suit - C60 - actually exists...well it's being experimented with.

it's a carbon-based piece of nano-technology. the molecules are networked together really strong, so it's super small and super strong - and harder than diamond! smarties from my school went to a conference and learnt a bit about it and other dyk scientists are working out how to make something like a chocolate bar out of mostly water, but it will look/feel/taste exactly the same? COOL AS!!

the problem with this technology is, it's so freakin awesome that it has the potential to be turned into genetic-based weapons. you know, like heat-seeking missiles? imagine that but like...Native-American-seeking missiles (random example, no offense intended!) THAT WOULD BE BAD!!
thats so awesome!! and u need to post more soon!!
love it and even though im going to be gone for a while could you please still keep me updated
awesome, :D. Yay! Theyre back! xD
disclaimer: i dont think they've invented colour-changing clothes yet tho. so dont get too excited.


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