Twist of Intuition (Twilight: Emmett Cullen/OC)

Chapter 17

1933 Rochester, New York.

A lot had happened in the twelve years since Esme had changed. First Edward and I started noticing the longing looks that had passed between Esme and Carlisle causing us to be out of the house more and more. As we taught Esme control she and Carlisle fell in love. Esme also ended up killing a human during her newborn years. It wasn't her fault, the warmth that Esme put off made us underestimate her and she ended up killing a man who was hunting in the woods. She was distraught when I had found her begging me to kill her or send her away for what she'd done. I think the root of her wanting to leave was her thought of facing Carlisle. I reassured her that Edward and I both had lost control and it would have been a true miracle had she not killed a human. I managed to convince her that we, more importantly Carlisle would not judge or look down upon her.

I don't think she believed me but I got her to come back to the house where we met up with Carlisle and he gave her the reassurances I had but they seemed to mean more coming from him. After that we moved this time to Idaho where Carlisle purposed to Esme and she accepted. They had a beautiful ceremony in a small church with some of the small towns folk we had befriended when we moved there. Then Carlisle had whisked her away on a honeymoon to Isle Esme which Carlisle had given to her as a wedding present and signed the deed in her name. It was a beautiful island of the coast of Brazil or so Edward told me from reading Esme and Carlisle's thoughts while staying clear of the more personal ones.

Edward and I had been left to our own devices then for the months that they were away. It was an interesting time, we had become so used to Carlisle's presence and then Esme's, even if she had only been with us two years, it was still a long time for a vampire. Then they returned and Edward and I were truly happy for them or I was I wasn't sure about Edward because he was the mind reader but I could tell it made him happy to see that our 'Parents' made each other happy.

In 1927 Edward had left us to experiment with human blood but only feeding off of criminals. I'll admit I may be slightly guilty for his leaving. While I didn't tell him outright to leave and experiment I should have known when he started questioning me about my own experiences with human blood and the people I had fed from. I had told him that it was wrong to decide who got to live and die but he took it the same way I first had: That in killing these people he was doing the world a favor. Esme was heartbroken about Edwards leaving as we all were but we didn't stop him, Carlisle had always given us free will to do as we pleased and Edward was no exception.

Esme and I grew closer while he was away. When she and Carlisle had returned from there honey moon her already present role as a mother figure had been made more defined. I never knew what having a mother would be like but if having one was the same as Esme treated me then I had truly missed an important part of my human life. That's not to say I didn't turn out okay without a mother, because I believe I turned out great. And for all the essential things I needed a woman's guidance for I had some of the women in my Romanian town to fill that role.

I enjoyed spending time with Esme, she was a woman like me and I could relate to her better than Carlisle or Edward. It was great having another woman in a house of men. Esme's caring nature complemented Carlisle's well and I looked up to both of them. Edward had returned in 1931 with bright red eyes and we welcome him back home but never spoke of it again. It wasn't that we were ashamed of it, there just wasn't any need to bring it up. Then we moved to Rochester, New York where Carlisle worked in the hospital and Esme was a stay at home wife and adoptive mother. Edward and I posed as a brother and sister who had been adopted by our aunt and uncle, Carlisle and Esme Cullen after our parents had been killed in an automobile accident. Esme's brother was our father and a friend of Carlisle's and they couldn't bear to have their fourteen year old niece and nephew in an orphanage. Or so our cover story says. Carlisle and Esme looked much too young to have had Edward and me who were passing as seventeen and nineteen, our physical ages.