It's 1921 and I've seen Esme again here in Ashland. Or well, my coworkers were speaking of the now young woman.

She had thrown herself off of a cliff after the death of her only son. I have never run so fast at a human pace to Carlisle's office. He crashes into me as I step through the doorway.

"Esme's dead..." he mumbles.

"No!" I cry. "Not yet! She's in the morgue, she's still alive, I have heard her weak heartbeat through the door!"

Carlisle races out of his office. Our shift will end in a few minutes and so Carlisle says there is a family emergency for us and we change. We have to race against time to the morgue. We reach the young woman as she wakes. I put my hand to her forehead as I murmur spells to keep her alive. She smiles though her pain is obvious.

"Carlisle," she murmurs. She remembers us.

"Esme," he whispers back.

"You must change her, Carlisle!" I hiss. "Or she will die!"

Carlisle wastes no more time. He bites Esme's neck, releasing his venom into her veins. I swiftly cast a spell to cause her screams of pain to fall on deaf ears. I carry her to the car. Carlisle drives us to our house. Edward stands in the doorway.

"I could smell her from inside," he says.

"She is being turned," I say. I rush her inside. I lay her on my bed and sigh. Another move will soon be required because of this action. I do not feel regret for having Carlisle turn Esme, but I'm scared that the humans might align her body's disappearance with me and Carlisle, since we'd rushed out and a second later Esme was gone.

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It is three days until Esme wakes. As I did with Edward three years ago, I had taken the time to watch over her.

Her eyes are the very same crimson red that Edward has possessed after he'd woken. And they instantly reminded me that I'd left my mate back in Volterra.

"Sparrow?" Esme asks. I can hear Carlisle walking through the door.

"Hello again, Esme," I smile at her. "Carlisle will be here in a few seconds."

Her eyes brighten dramatically and she jumps from the bed. I giggle.

"Don't worry, I woke up after being burned to death. You look much better then I did."

She turns to me, an expression of shock covering her face. "You were burned to death?"

Before I can respond, she wraps her arms around me. I let her hug me, a feeling of calm coming over me after all of this.

She has the feel of a mother. I haven't felt that kind of hold for nearly three centuries. So I sink into the embrace. I let myself collapse and I let my spell covering my appearance fall, revealing my true age—fifteen.

We break apart and I sit down on my bed. Carlisle is the one to take her hunting. I cannot find it in me to play any music, and so I begin to write. I scribble in my journal, not really making sense of my words, only writing them.

I sit there for hours, just writing.

Hello! Not entirely sure where this came from, as I wrote this a few days ago, but I think I like it.