"Good friends are like stars: you don't always see them, but they're always there" I feel Carlisle and Esme don't get enough attention, but through the whole Twilight saga they've always been there, offering love and support and taking risks for Edward and Bella. They deserve a little recognition, so this is what this story offers...hope you like it! Disclaimer: all this belongs to the brilliant Stephanie Meyer, i just do my best to interpret thoughts and emotions and fill in the gaps
Chapter One: The New Girl
Carlisle: It was a quiet day at the hospital. A broken wrist, an ankle sprain…nothing much out of the ordinary. That is, until Edward called in.
“Edward?” I wondered aloud; Edward hardly ever called me at work, let alone came into the building, and never in the middle of the school day. Unless…oh, no. I pulled him into my office.
“I have to go, Carlisle,” Edward started. “I have to go now.”
“What’s happened?” I asked, trying not to let the worry show up in my voice. We had been so careful, for so long…Edward had never slipped up: not while he was staying with me.
"Nothing. Yet,” he said, glancing around anxiously. “But it will, if I stay.” Oh, Edward. I knew you were strong enough…Scolding myself for my doubt, I reached for his arm, still unsure of what to say. He cringed away from my hand, and I let it drop. Though Edward and I shared no physical traits other than those our condition and diet allowed, I had begun to draw various similarities between us. Particularly, we shared guilty consciences: we could not accept forgiveness when we were not ready to forgive ourselves. But he hadn’t done anything, so what was to forgive?
“I don’t understand,” I said. Please, Edward…stay. He drew a deep breath and looked at me with wild, almost panicked eyes.
“Have you ever…has there ever been a time…” he experimented with the words on his tongue, but they were coming out wrong. “Has any one person ever smelled better to you than the rest of them? Much better?”
“Oh,” was all I could say. I recalled Esme all those years ago, lying so still; so fragile. Her scent was so sweet and so strong that it nearly killed me to let her live. I shiver ran down my spine when I remembered what I had done to her…how she shuddered and convulsed under me as my venom coursed through her. How she moaned in pain, how she tried with dying limbs to push me away. My dear Esme, too weak to even scream as I allowed the thirst to drive me to bite again. In an early 20th century cottage bedroom, the sweetest blood in the world ran down my throat, and standing in my doctors’ office nearly a century later, I tasted it again. His face fell with shame.
I reached out for him, wishing to relieve him of his torment, by any means necessary. He recoiled from me again, but I left my hand on his shoulder.
“Do what you must to resist, son,” I hated every word coming out of my mouth, but it had to be done. Even if it meant leaving Esme and I again. Even if it meant I had to be the one to watch her face fall as she realised her son had left again.
“I will miss you,” I told him. “Here, take my car, it’s faster.” I pressed the keys into his hand. This is right. She’ll live now. Everything will be okay. I don’t know whether I was thinking to myself or to Edward as I watched the familiar black car disappear. I remembered the sheer relief on Esme’s as she threw her arms around Edward after his return from years away. His eyes were bright scarlet, lost and angry at the same time, but Esme could still tell him it didn’t matter, that she loved him no matter what. “Promise me you’ll never leave again,” she had practically sobbed. Her words echoed in my head as I sunk into my chair. I remembered in flashes the growing stack of newspapers that recorded Edward’s killings…a collection I had made an effort to hide from Edward. This is different, I told myself. This time he’s leaving to save someone. But how long will it last? No, Carlisle, don’t think like that…he’ll manage, of course he will. He’s leaving, remember? Of course I remembered; how could I forget?
My son was leaving.
Driving home in Edward’s Volvo, I was infinitely glad of my extraordinary senses; with a human’s awareness, I would very likely have crashed. I was at the same time bursting with happiness and pride that my son had been able to resist as I was falling apart with worry for him and Esme the others. When I reached the drive, I stopped so fast the screech rang out. I was inside in less than a second. Esme flew straight into my arms, silent, and I held her against my chest and waited for her to stop shaking.
“He’s leaving again, isn’t he?” Esme asked, finally standing.
“It’s for the best, Esme,” Alice assured her.
“He’ll be back, you’ll see.”
“Her name is Isabella Swan,” Jasper explained, still a little stiff, though not as uncomfortable as he was at school. “She really does smell delicious.” He looked ashamed for having drawn that conclusion, but Alice danced cheerfully over to him.
“Don’t worry, Jazz,” she said. “You wouldn’t have done anything. But I did see-”
"You were wrong,” Rosalie growled. Esme fidgeted, disquieted by the tense atmosphere.
“What did you see, Alice?” I asked politely. Rosalie huffed.
“Bella was one of us. She isn’t yet, but she will be…” Alice said.
“It’s Isabella. She’s human, Alice; she’s not friend material,” Rosalie reminded her sister.
“She said she prefers Bella. And if Edward goes to such lengths to protect her, she must be worthy to be someone’s friend.”
“I wish you wouldn’t make such a big deal out of this,” Rosalie said, scowling. “She’s really quite plain, you know, and far too awkward…she’d make a very clumsy vampire.” Emmett laughed.
“Yeah – she was shaking like a leaf this morning, and have you checked out her truck?”
“Emmett, really-” Esme scolded.
“It shouldn’t matter-” I started simultaneously.
“Vampire or not, she’s going to be my friend,” Alice stated cheerfully.
“I’ll attack before any of you, I always do,” Jasper hung his head.
“She won’t be one of us!” Rosalie cut us all off. “This one isn’t your choice.” She gave me a dark glare, reminding me of every word she’d ever spoken against me and what I had done to her, then turned and stormed out of the house.
“C’mon babe,” Emmett started, chasing her.
“Oh, dear,” Esme whispered, shocked and sympathetic. “I wish she wouldn’t do that. But I think she is right about this Bella girl…perhaps we would be best to leave too.” Behind her words was another meaning: as much as she wanted to protect the innocents here – which she didn’t count herself among, but did include me – she hoped Edward would be able to return to us. I hoped for it too, but I knew we had to stay. None of our decisions would result in the girl being changed unless it was to leave her unprotected.
“He’ll come back, love,” I assured her, kissing her smooth hair as I fought to hold onto Alice’s words; he’ll be back, you’ll see… _________________________________________________________________________
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Discussion ~ Chapter One
Page 1 ~ Chapter 2
Page 2 ~ Chapters 3, 4(pts 1+2), 5 (pt 1)
Page 3 ~ Chapters 5(pt 2), 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Page 4 ~ Chapters 12, 13, 14, 15, 16
Page 5 ~ Chapters 17(pts 1+2), 18, 19, 20
Page 6 ~ Chapters 21(pts 1+2), 22, 23
Page 7 ~ Chapters 24, 25
Page 8 ~ Chapters 26, 27(pt 1)
Page 9 ~ Chapters 27(pt 2), 28, 29
Page 10 ~ Chapters 30, 31, 32
Page 11 ~ Chapters 33, 34
Page 12 ~ Chapters 35, 36, 37(pt 1)
Page 13 ~ Chapters 37(pt 2), 38
Page 14 ~ Chapters 39, 40
Page 15 ~ Chapters 41(pts 1+2), 42
Page 16 ~ Chapters 43, 44, 45
Page 17 ~ Chapters 46, 47
Page 18 ~ Chapters 48, 49
Page 19 ~ Chapters 50, 51
Page 20 ~ Chapters 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57
Page 21 ~ OK we have ended up with two chapter 58s. whoops! there's 58, and then 58(pts 1+2)
Page 22 ~ Chapters 59, 60
Page 23 ~ Chapters 61, 62 (pt 1)
Page 24 ~ Chapters 62 (pt 2), 63, 64
Page 25 ~ Chapters 65, 66 (pts 1+2)
Page 26 ~ Chapters 67, 68, 69
Page 27 ~ Chapters 70, 71 (pts 1+2), 72
Page 28 ~ Chapters 73, 74
Page 29 ~ Chapters 75, 76
Page 30 ~ Chapter 77
Page 31 ~ Epilogue