"Now let's clean you up, you're a mess." Sweetly, murmured Esme. Stroking my cheek.
We walked down the stairs into a bright white room. She walked through the room, and I saw that there was a splat of red on the white couch. Blood. Again I was overwhelmed by the thirst that consumed me. Esme and I entered into a… kitchen. I was set in a silver bowl… a sink.
I'm thirsty , I want something to drink…
She didn't seem to hear me like daddy could.
"I am your Grandma Esme and I am going to make you so clean and you'll be so pretty." My Grandma Esme cooed. Water spilled over my head and blood went down the sink.
Thirsty, Grandma Esme, I'm thirsty.
She still didn't notice me. She kept making little baby noises at me. I didn't like them. I wasn't dumb and I didn't need to be talked to like that.
Grandma Esme, please, please, I am so thirsty…
Again she didn't hear me. So I bit her.
"WOAH!" Grandma Esme quickly took her hand away from my mouth. Ew. She didn't taste good. Considering that I haven't tried blood yet. No blood came into my mouth. I stared up to her, she was holding her hand up to the light. "It didn't leave a mark." She whispered. She stared at me for a small, silent moment and began washing me again.
So the biting didn't work, I was going to have to try a different method. I put my hand on her hand and thought about the blood. Maybe if she could feel my body, the thirst that seemed to be controlling my body, she would know how thirsty I was. But that didn't work either. She quickly drew her hand away again. Grandma Esme stared at me for a long time.
"How did you do that?" she whispered.
She still wasn't listening. So I touched her again.
Thirsty. I stated simply.
Still touching Grandma Esme's hand: Yes.
She gave me a look again and Grandma Esme had a pink blanket next to the sink, as if she knew I was coming, wrapped me in it, and took me to a big, silver box… a refrigerator. She opened it up, took out a packet of blood, and placed it in a cup.
I was still touching her.
I want it. Give it to me. Please.
I took my hand off her and reached for the cup of blood. Before Grandma Esme would give me the cup she gave me that look again.
"You will tell me how you do that." She ordered but she smiled as I made a little frustrated noise because she wouldn't give me my cup. She gave it to me and I sucked on it happily. Before I knew it we were sitting on the white couch, the end opposite of Rose and Renesme. I saw that Renesmee, as well, had a bottle of fresh bag blood.
One of my sisters was in the arms of a beautiful midde aged woman. I felt like it was unfair. She's being held by someone who didn't even hold me first. But I kept on drinking, facing the grand staircase, and Auntie Rosalie was cooing to me some more and rubbing my back. It felt nice.
Then I heard someone walking on the stairs. Big, loud, slow steps. The person came into view. Jacob. I knew it was him. He was radiating heat. His head was looking down at his feet, defeated. Then he looked up but he didn't look at me. He seemed to have a plan working in his head and then he saw me.
And just for a moment we were the only two people in the room.
I opened my eyes. Feeling a cold shiver up my spine. I stared up at a gorgeous middle aged man, who was blonde.
"You have your father's human eyes. Green orbs to be exact." He said. Giving me a warm and small smile. I was thirsty. But how do I tell him that.
The man walked to the kitchen. Where I found a my sister.
Where are our brothers. I asked her hesitantly. She just shrugged and buried herself more into the person she was being held by. You see, my two brothers and sister, have a bond where all four of us can talk telepathically or hear each others thoughts if we wanted to. We also found out that we could'nt communicate that way with Renesmee. I guess Renesmee is different.
By the way, I dont have a name. I told her. Then, someone walked in holding my two brothers.
"Carlisle," his voice was familiar, "How's it possible they all survived." Was it.... Papa.
"Miracles, Edward." Oh, so that's his name. Carlisle was the one holding me. Papa must be named Edward.
"What are you naming them?" The woman holding my sister questioned. Papa held up one of my brothers.
"My first born boy, he's Edward-Jacob, or EJ."
I have a name! Screamed, who is now, EJ, in his mind. Which all three of us, my sister and brother, heard and giggled cutely. Papa, Carlisle, and the woman looked at us curiously.
"But, what about the other three?"
"Esme," Oh, she's Esme. Gotta keep track of names, "I don't know?" Papa seemed confused and in deep thought.
Perfect. I already have the names picked out. I raised my hand up to Grandma's cheek.
How about Lucy Lee Cullen for my sister. Grandma grinned and nodded.
"How about, Lucy Lee Cullen."
"She told you that?" Grandma told me about Grandpa Carlisle, so this must be him.
"I think it suits her well." Papa complemented. But he thought it was for me. I shook my head quickly. I raised my hand to Grandma's cheek.
Not for me, my sister.
"Not for her. For her sister." Grandma finally explained.
"Your creative, aren't you." What can I say, I had the names picked out ever since I was inside momma. Reminds me, where's momma? Probably cleaning the bite mark Renesmee did to her.
"I think it's beautiful." Papa walked up to Lucy and kissed her forehead. Lucy jumped up and down. Laughing. I still had my hand on Grandma's cheek.
And for my brother who doesn't have a name. How about Luke Masen Cullen.
"Luke Masen Cullen," She tried the name in her own words, and looked at my brother, "I think its beautiful."
"Yes." I smiled.
"Then, Lucy Lee Cullen it is. And Luke Masen Cullen sticks with you." Papa said, grinning down at his almost identical sons. The difference was that EJ had green eyes and Luke had brown. It was the same for me and Lucy. I had chocolate brown eyes with specs of green around and Lucy had green eyes completely. Grandma Esme looked down at me. I felt like she was studying my features.
"I think its beautiful, Esme." What? What's beautiful. Grandma Esme bounced me.
"Elizabeth Anne Cullen, do you like it?" She asked me. Kissing my forehead. I touched her cheek.
Why wouldn't I?