Carlisle and Esme Cullen how it begon

Revalation

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2.

It had been three days since I had woken up into my new life, and I was adjusting well. I was getting used to my new strength and senses, as was I quite good a controlling my lust for blood as was proven by the latest hunt. We had gone to a nearby reservation filled with deer, but when we had started hunting I had smelled a whole new scent. A scent so tempting it had taken every ounce of strength not to let go of Carlisle’s hand to go after it and hunt it down. Carlisle had smelt it to and had realized there where  hunters out there, he had pulled my hand and had me pinned underneath his body before I could comprehend what was going on. I had snapped at him and tried to push him of but it was the concern in his eyes that had pulled me back to reality. He had explained that the smell was that of humans and that he couldn’t let me go. I had been confused but was glad he had stopped me before I had taken off to hunt and probably kill them. When he had released me after a couple of minutes the look of concern had changed into curiosity, he had been surprised of my ability to cope so well with the bloodlust he was just surprised. My chest had swollen with pride as we resumed our hunt in a different reservation for the day.

Carlisle had resigned work so he could be with me all day. We needed to move anyway because the change that people would spot me. It had been a couple of days before Carlisle was satisfied to go on the move. I had felt quilt, it was because of me that he needed to move but he had merrily shrugged at my reaction, he had relocated anyway in the near further because of the not aging part of being a vampire. Carlisle owned a couple of houses across the country, some of them were centuries old.

He would often go to one of his other houses and set up life there before moving on to a new location after a mere decade. It had been a cloudy morning as we had looked up at the big mansion for one last time as we moved on to another town. We were going to New Jersey were Carlisle owned a small house in the middle of the woods. We ran for hours in silence but I had kept a firm grasp of Carlisle’s hand. We had grown closer together in the three days, as we didn’t need to sleep or go to work we had hours to just talk. I had asked hundreds of questions about his live and other vampire family’s and he had answered them with great delight glad at the interest I was showing in everything. As we ran my mind wandered to one of the conversations we had over Carlisle’s early live as a vampire. I lived alone and in solitude he said with a sight, I couldn’t have any relations with humans as I didn’t thrust myself around them yet. I roomed the streets mostly at night and made sure I was well fed if I wandered into a town. He had frowned and a look of sadness had wandered over his face as he had thought of all the lonely months he had spent alone hidden away from society. I started to study different subjects during the night to occupy myself, and I found a passion for the human body. I realized how I could help cure people instead of hurting them and he had looked with determination as he had continued, so I could make my curse the miracle of a human to help safe them I redeemed myself a bit in my mind. Because I had all the time of the world to study and learn every technique there was I became a good doctor, and after years of practice I trusted myself enough to interact with the patients but always in the company of others making sure I didn’t have a change to slip up he grimaced. But how were you ever able to expose yourself to all that blood I asked in awe. It took me years to be completely immune to its scent he had said with a light smile crossing his beautiful face as he had looked up to meet my eyes. You will get to that level to if you want to Esme he had said while touching my cheek I have never seen a newborn vampire handle the smell so well. If it had been possible I had blushed at this comment and I had taken the comfort of his hand against my face to steady myself again. The pain in his voice was sometimes audible as he spoke over the centuries he had lived,  he had been all alone in the world afraid a co-worker would find out his darkest secret.