The vampire Edward - 5

Edwards POV;
“Carlisle,” I mumbled, staring at the front door of the place he'd held me for some time after he changed me. Anastasia slid down my back, to land lightly on her feet, staring at my face, in hopes of finding something there. What, I didn't know. “He's... still here.”
“That's because he still cares for you,” she told me, resting a hand on my arm where I felt the warmth of her coaxing me, relaxing me, making me feel relieved.
“I don't deserve it,” I mumbled, stepping forward, towards the crypt, before sensing another being there, also vampire, and female. My eyebrows drew together and my eyes closed, focusing in one their voices – only the two in the home – and listened in.
“Carlisle,” the woman spoke, her voice full of warmth, care, and so soft, it sounded like wind, “he's fine, I bet. He'll come back when he's ready.” I hope, she added.
“You've told me as such for five years, Esme,” Dr. Cullen mumbled. A shift in the air; he had moved around in the chair he sat in. “But he still has not returned to me. Maybe I made a mistake in changing him, following his mothers orders.... Maybe I shouldn't have changed him at all... Maybe I shouldn't have...”
“Enough,” she told him sternly, placing a hand on his arm, I supposed.
I didn't listen anymore; instead, I went up to the door, Anastasia trailing behind me, and knocked, knowing my place wasn't to just walk in anymore, not to just barge in on them without them knowing I was coming.
I heard one of them straighten, sensing me, and I listened to Carlisle stand up. I wonder who it could be... Possibly another telemarketer or something... Or maybe... No.. Couldn't be him. He wouldn't come back to me after ten years of being apart. When will I ever stop thinking he will return to me? Poor Ed-
He opened the door and nearly collapsed; I stood before him, my eyes black as coal, with a human girl tucked behind me. His eyes widened only momentarily, mumbling, “Edward,” before he was wrapping those arm around me, collecting me in his arms.
After a moment of just standing still, my own arms wrapped around his waist, gathering his own body into my own embrace. This felt natural, like a wanted reunion after so long. “Edward,” I heard him mumble again, “you came home. I can't believe you came home to me. After so long, why now? Why come back to me now?”
“I... needed you. I did not want to admit it, but I needed you.”
The woman stood and her brown hair, warm and soft looking, came forward, a small smile on her face. “This is your Edward? He is fairly handsome, Carlisle.” She held out a long, slender, pale hand to me. “Esme. My name's Esme.”
Carlisle released me and turned towards her while I took her hand, muttered, “Edward,” before dropping her hand.
“I've taken her in after she fell off of a cliff,” Carlisle explained, “as my wife anyways. Can you sense that?” he asked me.
“She's a vampire too,” I agreed. Which reminded me...
I took Anastasia's hand, from behind me, and brought her forward, exposing her to the two vampires in front of me. “Anastasia Richards, this is Dr. Carlisle Cullen, my father, and... his wife, Esme.”
Anastasia grinned fearfully, “Hello...”
“Welcome, Anastasia,” Esme said, smiling warmly.
You best be careful with her, Edward. It could be dangerous. I nodded back, so he continued inside my mind. I'm so happy you're back. Edward... Welcome home.
We finally got past the introductions and, after hearing a thousand ways of hearing “welcome home, Edward”, we rested in the living room of his home. The walls were a cream color, different, with more pictures on the walls that I couldn't remember being there the last time I had been inside his home. He had plenty of furniture; a light tan sofa thing, a few similar colored chairs, and a coffee table in the middle of the room. The room was lit by the new electric light that the country had provided.
Carlisle's hair hadn't changed at all – not that it was surprising. The golden blond of his hair still was the short crop of hair it had been when I had left him. His eyes were a light golden color, just to show how much more he stuck to his plan more then I had.
Esme Cullen, the latest addition to his little family, had chocolate colored hair, the color my eyes were when I began to become less hungry. Her eyes were beginning to have that golden color that Carlisle's was but not nearly as golden. Mine should have been that color... if I hadn't run away.
“Well...,” Anastasia began nervously, twisting and untwisting her hands in her lap as she sat in one of the chairs beside me, while Esme and Carlisle sat together, holding hands, on the tanned sofa. “How are you?” Is that the type of question you ask a vampire, Edward? How are you? Her thoughts penetrated my mind.
I lifted a hand and hid my laugh, “ I would suppose it would suffice,” I said.
“We're just fine,” Esme answered, smiling gently at her.
Edward, Carlisle's voice entered my mind, you said you needed my help. What is it that you need my help with?
I answered with, “I want to... I need to stop feeding off of humans. You need to teach me the restraint and skills to feeding off of animals the way you do. I don't want to be a monster and kill off the human race any longer, Carlisle. Please, Carlisle. You have to help me.” I couldn't believe I was begging. But I needed his help and the only way I could think of how to get his help is to beg and plea until he agreed. I hoped he would, just to help his first 'son'.
Carlisle's face formed in thought and he answered aloud, “Yes. I will help you. Only because you are my son.”
“Thank you, Carlisle,” I mumbled.
Suddenly, the girl beside me gasped, and bent forward, leaning her chest on her knees, as she tried to retract air into her lungs. Her hand gripped her heart, which had picked up in speed and beats per minutes. Her blood was racing and air was barely able to get into her lungs before it escaped.
“Anastasia?” I asked, standing and going to her in a second. “What's wrong?”
“We need to get her to the hospital. Something has gone terribly wrong inside of her and it's hurting her.”
“Are you sure it's safe for me to go back there?” I asked. Selfish, really. I was worrying about myself when, clearly, Anastasia was the one who needed the help, the care, more then I did. “I've only been legally dead for ten years. Won't it rise suspicion?”
Edward, Esme thought sternly, don't be so selfish. It was like she had read my mind.
“Asthma.”
The word was gasped and hoarse. For a moment, I wondered if I had imagined it. Then I realized it was Anastasia, trying to speak to me through whatever was happening inside her body. “What?” I asked, crouching to look up at her through my eyelashes, not intentional, and waited for her to speak again.
“I have... asthma.”
“Asthma,” Carlisle said, “I should have known that.” He came to stand behind her, taking her shoulders lightly in his hands, and pulling her back to rest her back on the chair. “Anastasia, relax. Relax your shoulders, your neck. Feel the tension leave from your body.” Her body slowly stopped rocking, her chest the only thing moving rapidly. “Concentrate on not gasping for air.” After moments of him repeating this, her chest slowly rose and fell. “Now concentrate on breathing through your nose. Purse your lips for me, as tightly as you can, and breath through your lips, taking in as much air as you can. Take your time.” He kept his hands on her shoulders. “Relax... keep breathing until your breathlessness goes away. Nod when it does.”
After countless moments of her breathing and trying to relax, my own body relaxed when she gave that nod. She opened her eyes, staring up at his face. “Thank you.”
He nodded, smiling, “You are welcome.” He dropped his hands. “Esme and I will leave you two alone for a bit. We need to discuss something.” He took her hand, drew her towards the door.
“You're leaving the house?” I asked, frowning at him. It must be something bad if he wouldn't even think about what he was going to tell Esme.
Yes. The one word response drew a deeper frown on my lips, pulling my eyebrows together. Then I shook my head, letting them go, before turning back to Anastasia. “Are you all right? I had no idea what was happening... I could hear your heartbeat speeding... it was horrible.”
“Yes,” she said, nodding, sitting up to look me in the face. “I'm fine.”
“Good. I was... worried about you. I didn't think you would live... I'm sorry. I should have trusted Carlisle more then I did. I thought he was going to let you die – not on purpose, I tell you – and I apologize. I didn't want you to die. It would be awful if you died. I think... we should be together. As... in... seeing each other, you know. Together.”
Her face turned red with blood in a blush, “I was thinking the same thing.”