"My name is Mr King, I'll be your new English teacher for the rest of the year."
Tony King didn't know what returning to his childhood home of Forks would have in store for him - but it sure as shit wasn't this!
"I knew about vampires. Well, that's...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Esme turned out to be a very kind woman. Tony found himself fascinated by how soft she seemed, how something had clearly happened to the point she wasn't fond of holding on to the bitter emotions in her undead life.
"So you designed the whole house?" Tony murmured, the morphine well working into his system this time.
"Yes, when we were in Alaska we had a hard time designing the house so Alice left it in my hands," Esme smiled at the memory.
"You have an eye for beautiful things," Tony mused, his mind trailing further away, "It truly is poetic in a sense."
"You flatter me," Esme softly smiled down, a flash of sympathy in her eyes, "I think the family would really like you, you know. You have a very bright smile."
"Now who is flattering who?" Tony chuckled.
The room was warm, Esme having opened the curtains away from her. It seemed they didn't favour glittering despite Tony knowing full well they did in the sun - even if it was the weirdest concept he'd seen about vampires.
"You need to get some more rest so you can heal, I'll prepare a meal for you when you're up," Esme kindly offered as she shut the curtains again, "Is there anything you'd like?"
"Is there anything you feel like cooking? I'd hate to impose but if you do have food I will politely eat it," Tony grinned.
"A surprise then?" Esme tilted her head softly, "I can arrange that. Please feel better when you wake."
With that, Tony was left to fall asleep in the depths of his dreams. Flooded by a creeping past, it took a lot of effort for him to keep at bay not only his sanity but others as well.
...
Tony woke to the smell of chocolate hanging in the air, immediately being able to smell the accompanying meal left out for him. There was a berry yoghurt set out in a cute bowl with actual berries and a glass of water. The chocolate scent apparently came from a complimentary block that had been broken up for him.
"What did I do to deserve this kindness," Tony muttered, eyes wide at the meal.
"Esme insisted on making something to help you and Emmett claimed you always had chocolate in your desk at the school," a new voice spoke from the other side of the room that Tony now saw held a desk and bookshelf.
"Carlisle Cullen, I assume?" Tony smiled, looking at the godsend of a man - er, vampire.
"Yes, a pleasure to formally get to meet you, Tony King."
"Thanks for, ya know patching me up and not trying to eat me," the ginger chuckled, not at all phased by the fact this vampire could turn him.
"You really aren't scared?" Carlisle asked, putting his book (that Tony didn't notice he had) back and walking towards the temporary bed the human was on.
