4. Meeting Esme Again

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Chapter Four

"Who are you? What are you? What am I? Where am I?" The questions tumbled out one after the other with no pause for answers. Her wide red eyes flashed from me to Edward then rested on me. She frowned, trying to remember.

"I'm Dr Carlisle Cullen." I told her. Her eyes became wider with recognition.

"Dr Cullen! But... But... You haven't aged a bit!" Then her gaze dropped and she looked down at her hands. Then back to me. "What am I?"

"You were dying... Carlisle had no choice." Edward told her.

"I'm sorry... Who are you?"

"My name is Edward Cullen," Esme rubbed her forehead. Edward smiled sympathetically. "I know you have a lot of questions but you should listen to Carlisle and he'll explain most of it."

And so I did. I told her about her critical condition at the hospital, the transformation and what it meant. She didn't say a word the whole time I was explaining so I immediately launched into an introduction of Edward. When I was done, I waited for Esme to say something. She eventually looked up at me.

"Vampire?" She whispered.

"I'm so sorry Esme! I couldn't watch you die..." My voice broke as I tried to hide my agony.

"Oh Dr Cullen! I had a crush on you from the moment I laid eyes on you. I never forgot you! I went back to the hospital when I was eighteen but couldn't find you..."

"We have to keep moving to remain inconspicuous around humans. We can't stay in the same place for long." Edward explained.

"We'll have to move again now."

"Why?" Esme asked.

"Because people can't know you're alive. And you're registered as being dead. Esme Evenson no longer exists." Esme swallowed.

"So we have to move away?"

"Yes."

"But..." Esme looked torn when Edward bent down in front of her and took one of her hands.

"You can move on now, Esme. He's gone. He'll never touch you again," He patted her hand then let go and stood up. "I'll go make arrangements." He walked into the kitchen and started talking on the phone. I moved so I was sitting beside Esme.

"You know... He still needs a mom. He's only seventeen." I whispered to her. She looked at me with wide eyes and a smile spread across her face.

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