2. Carlisle's Coven

Chapter 2- Edward Masen and Esme Evenson
(Continued)

"Should I tell Edward about his mother Carlisle?" a nurse asked me.
I shook my head, I would like to tell Edward, I cared about him so much and I would like to comfort him when he is told.
"No thank you, I think I will tell him," I told her gently.
The nurse nodded and left. I touched Elizabeth on the arm and left, ready to break the news to Edward.
"Hello Carlisle," Edward said weakly.
I couldn't stop staring at him, his voice was so weak, his body so thin and fragile and he was so pale, almost like me. I shook my head in shame and tried to focus on my task.
"Edward, how are you feeling?" I asked, wondering if he would lie.
"Awful Carlisle! Isn't there anything you can do to help me?" Edward begged, his eyes filling up with tears.
"I've tried everything Edward, you get worse every second and there is nothing I can do to stop it!" I moaned, I hated to see him like this.
Edward nodded, and the waiting tears cascaded down his cheeks. I felt his forehead, he was sweating, but was cold at the same time.
"How's my mother?" Edward whispered.
"I'm so sorry, but your mother...she...passed away. There was nothing we could do!" I told the frail looking boy in front of me.
Edward cried out and I put a comforting arm round him, he shivered at my touch , but said nothing. He was too agonised.
"Could I have five minutes...alone?" Edward asked, tears still streaming down his cheeks.
I nodded and left, I shook my head, that was one of the worst things I'd ever had to do. I decided to go and see Esme, to estimate how long she had left...
"Good evening Carlisle," Esme greeted me, attempting a smile.
"Good evening," I replied.
Esme was so weak, she looked so fragile, like she could break at any moment. It hurt me so much, to see how such a thing could happen to such a nice person.
"Has anyone...died?" Esme asked, her voice wobbling on the last word.
"Elizabeth, Elizabeth Masen," I told her solemnly.
Esme let her head fall into her hands and when she looked up again, I could see that tears were rapidly rolling down her cheeks.
"Terrible! And what about the poor boy, Edward? He will be devastated. I can't...I won't...please Carlisle look after the boy, I love him like I would my own son!" Esme wailed.
"I will try m-" I started, but then I heard beeping...
Loud, alarming beeps, I knew immediately what was happening. Within seconds, I arrived at Edward's room, he was on the bed gasping and clutching the duvet from his bed. I knew he was dying. I slammed the door shut, bolted it and hurried up to Edward. There was only one way I could save him now.
"Edward, Edward, can you hear me? It's Carlisle. I need to do something. It will take a while, but you just have to trust me," I whispered.
Without hesitation, I sunk my teeth into Edward's neck. His blood was delicious, but I can taste the acid slightly from all the chemicals...but that didn't make it any easier to stop. Stopping is one of the most difficult things for a vampire to do, but I did. I pulled away and clapped a hand over my mouth, so I wasn't as tempted to go on. Edward writhed and shrieked in excruciating pain, I knew just how it felt...