Infinity Claims Chapter 10

Brad and Louise had talked at length about setting up an escape plan for Bree.  They knew that it was only a matter of time before Caius came back to kill them and Bree, and they wanted to do everything possible to ensure that they got her away safely.  They had planned that, at the first sign of trouble, Bree would grab her backpack, which was filled with some food, a bottle of water, and her Eddie lamb, and would sneak out the back room’s window and make her way to the barn.  Bree would take her horse and head toward Mr. Emmett and Miss Rosalie’s house.

“Bree, we know who you really are.”  Brad said.

Bella didn’t say anything.  How did they know?  Caius had told her not to ever say anything about her real parents or family.

“Don’t be afraid, Bella.  Yes, Bella.  I know your name, and I know about your father, Carlisle, and your mother, Elizabeth.”

“But how?”  Bella asked.

“I haven’t lived all this time to take things as they seem.  Growing up, I was always getting into trouble by sticking my nose into things that I shouldn’t have.  So, when you came, clearly distraught over the loss of your parents, I knew there was no way that you had been abused, I started to look around.  I got really good at that Googling thing.”  Brad bragged.

“My Dada was never mean to me.  He loved me.”  Bella confirmed.  “I miss him and Mama so much.”

“I am so sorry about your Mama, but Bella your Dada is alive.”  Brad said.

“No, Caius said that he was dead.”  Bella whimpered.

“No, sweetie, he is alive.”

“Please take me to him.”  Bella begged.

“Bella, listen to me, I am afraid that if I try to take you back, whoever was behind this will try to hurt you.”

“But, Dada can protect me.  He has lots of guns.”

“I know, but I don’t think we would get that close.  I have made plans with Mr. Emmett and Miss Rosalie; if something bad should happen to me and Louise, they will take care of you. When they think it is safe, they will take you back to your Dada as soon as possible.”

“But I miss him.”  Bella cried.

Brad picked up Bella, and hugged her close, allowing her to cry.  After a little while, Bella stopped crying, and looked up at Brad.  “I will wait.”

“Good girl.  How about a bowl of ice cream and a chocolate cookie?”  Brad asked.

“YES!”  Bella yelled, climbing off his lap and running to the kitchen.

“You did well.”  Louise said, wrapping her arms around Brad.

“My hope and prayer is that one day that little girl will get back to her Dada, safe and sound.”  Brad said.

“Me, too.”  Bella said softly.  Her Dada was alive, but she believed Brad; it would be dangerous to go home right now.


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Esme couldn’t believe how busy she was over the last month.  After she and Edward had gone home the night of proposal, as she lay in her bed in the quiet of the night, she began to think about Carlisle and his position within the family.  He was the Don of the family and some day would need to pass the family to his blood heir.  With poor little Isabella gone, he would need to have his wife to give him a son or daughter.  However, this was something she could not do.  Tossing and turning all night long, she knew that she couldn’t take away Carlisle’s right and duty to pass the family along.

As the sun broke, she called her neighbor and asked if she could watch Edward for an hour or so.  As soon as she came over, Esme was in her car and soon was pulling up to the front of the estate.  Standing outside the door were two guards, who nodded to her as she stepped up the steps and rang the doorbell.  Carlisle had been drinking his coffee and reading the paper when he heard the doorbell.  He wondered who would be calling this early in the morning.  As soon as he opened the door, he saw that it was his lovely Esme, but she looked pale, with large dark circles under her eyes and her beautiful green eyes were swollen and bloodshot.

“My love, what is wrong?”  Carlisle asked, pulling her into his bare chest.

Esme was shocked to see that Carlisle had answered the door with just a pair of sleep pants hanging low on his hips.  However, to hear the concern in this voice, and to be immediately pulled into a loving embrace, made her question if she had made the right decision.

“Carlisle, I need to talk to you.” Esme explained.

Carlisle led them to the den, and they sat down together on one of the sofas.  Esme couldn’t look at Carlisle; she slowly turned the stunning diamond ring around her finger.  Enjoying the last few moments that it would be on her finger.  Pulling all the strength she had, she took a deep breath, and began  “Carlisle, I can’t marry you.”  She whispered.

Carlisle was shocked by her declaration.  “What do you mean?”

“I love you with everything that I have, but I can give you the one thing you need.”  Esme said.

“But your love is all that I need.”  Carlisle argued.

“Carlisle, I never told you this, but I can’t have any more children, and you need to have an heir to have the family continue.”

Carlisle was shocked to hear that she couldn’t have children.  It was actually something he hadn’t even thought about.  His heart was still in pain over losing Lizzy Bell and the thought of having another child was too painful to even consider.  He knew that if he didn’t have an heir by the time he reached fifty,  his brother’s heir would take over the family.

“Esme, darling, I love you so much, and I want you to know that I appreciate the fact that you are willing to give up our love for the family, but I can’t let you do it.  I love you so much and I need you in my life.  The family will be passed onto my brother’s heir when I reach fifty, and I feel sure that it will be in good hands.  Please don’t give up on us.  I want to be your husband and a father to Edward.”

Tears rolled down her face as she took every word to heart.  This man couldn’t be more perfect.  “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely!”  Carlisle exclaimed and leaned in and kissed her soft lips.  Esme wrapped her arms around his neck and deepen the kiss.  Their tongues fought for dominance and Carlisle let out a low grimacing growl and pulled Esme so she was straddling his lap.  Taking his hands he began to kneed her tight ass and swivel his hips rubbing his stone hard cock over her silk covered pussy.  He was so fucking glad she was wearing a skirt.  She moaned as he began to kiss down her jawline and her neck.

“Carlisle.”  She groaned in pure pleasure.

“Oh, Esme, your pussy is hot; I’ll bet that if I run my finger down these sexy panties, you will be wet for me.”

“Yes, oh yes.”

Carlisle took his finger, placed it down her panties, and was welcomed by a smooth mound that was dripping wet and a swollen clit.  Rubbing his finger back and forward across her pussy, he was blessed by Esme’s moaning and panting with desire.

“More, Carlisle.”

Rubbing a few more times, he then placed two of his long, nimble fingers deep inside of her tight, hot pussy.  Thrusting his fingers, he curled them and began hitting the spongy spot, causing her to moan even louder.

“Are you ready to come for me?”  Carlisle said in a voice that was filled with lust and desire.

“Yes, so close.”  Esme moaned as the pressure built even tighter.

Then Carlisle pulled his fingers and pinched her clit hard.

“Come now!”  He yelled.

Her eyes rolled back and the snap, much like a rubber band breaking she came.  Never, in all the years she had been married to Angelo, had she felt anything like this.  She was in pure heaven.  She fell forward against Carlisle chest.  “Holy shit, that was intense.”  She stammered.

“It was.  I can’t wait until it is my cock in that hot pussy.”  Carlisle teased.

Esme turned a bright shade of pink.  She hated to compare Angelo to Carlisle, but he never talked like that to her and she loved it.  It was such a turn on.  Moving back, she noticed that Carlisle was still hard.  She began to reach down to see if she could help relieve his pressure, but, before she could put her hand on that magnificent cock, Carlisle stopped her.

“Darling, please don’t.”  Carlisle begged.

“But you must be in pain.”

“I will be okay.  I really want the first time I come to be inside your pussy.”  Carlisle said with a wicked smile.  He noticed every time he said something dirty, Esme seemed to be turned on.  “Does my little girl like it when I talk dirty to her?”

Esme nodded.  This man was going to be the death of her, but damn what a way to go.

“Good to know.  Now that this conversation is over, how about some breakfast?”  Carlisle said.

After a long enjoyable breakfast, Esme left and went back to her house, feeling better than when she had arrived.

After the early morning revelation, Esme and Edward started packing up their personal belongings, and had them shipped to Carlisle’s estate.  At first, she talked about putting up the home that she had shared with Angelo on the market, but Carlisle convinced her to keep it. When Edward grew up, he could use it instead as a first home.  Esme didn’t think she could love Carlisle anymore, but, in that moment, it made her fall even harder for him.

After settling in at the estate, she began to plan their wedding.  Carlisle handed her a black credit card with her married name on it, and told her to purchase everything that her heart desired for the wedding, and not to worry about the cost.  Carlisle’s right-hand man, or Capo, Garrett, introduced her to his wife, Kate, and they instantly became close friends.  Kate knew a wonderful wedding boutique called Wedding Atelier.  She made a call to the owner, who arranged a private fitting for Esme.

Esme had thought she would get just a short, simple dress for the wedding.

“Esme, you can’t just get something simple.  The wedding might be small, but it will be still being viewed as a major deal for the family.  You are marrying the leader of the family and you must be an example.”  Kate explained.

“But I didn’t want to spend an exorbitant amount of money on a dress that I will only wear once.”

“I get that, but don’t let price rule over your heart.”  Kate said.

They walked in and were met by a stunning tall woman, with long, jet-black hair.  “Kate, darling, so good to see you again.  How is that fine piece of man, Garrett?”

“He is great.  Margaret, this is Esme and she is Carlisle Cullen’s fiancé.”

Margaret knew who Carlisle Cullen was, and knew that Esme would be treated like the royalty that she was.  The sales off this dress would be very profitable for her.

“Esme, please come with me and tell what you would like to see for your big day.”

Over the next half hour, Esme allowed herself to describe the wedding of her dreams.  Margaret took notes as they spoke, and, when they were finished, she took Esme to a spacious dressing room and handed her one of the special robes, only giving out to the best clients.  Margaret select several gowns that matched what she had heard in Esme’s dream.

Esme tried on the selections that Margaret brought back for her and it try on, but, when she tried on the Alvinia Valenta gown, she knew she had found her gown.  It was an ivory charmeuse bridal sheath with a beaded illusion V neckline at front and back and jeweled appliques at the back shoulder.  Not only was it the perfect design, but also fit her as if it had been made for her.

The wedding planning fell into place after Esme had selected her gown.  Finally, it was Christmas Eve, and she was standing beside Carlisle vowing to love, honor, and obey him as long as they both shall live.  As soon as Father Christopher announced them husband and wife, Aro sent Caius the text.



Finish it.


Chapter 9 of Infinity Claims

Chapter 9


After Brad had given all the information about the security box and gave the extra key to Emmett, he also informed him that he had added him to the signature card for the box.


“Emmett, even if Rosalie and you decide not to be put in the will as legal guardians, I trust you will be able to get the contents of what is in the box to Bree, when she reaches the age of eighteen.”


“Of course.  Just let me talk over your proposal with Rose, and I will let you know very soon.”


Brad looked out the window at the cold bleak day, and knew that it was only a matter of time before Caius would be back to cover his tracks and those who were actually behind this whole situation.  Brad was smart enough to know that Caius wasn’t the man behind this whole thing.  He had thought about trying to contact Carlisle Cullen, but was not sure who to trust and who he shouldn’t.  This was more than evident when he happened to look up the funerals of Elizabeth and Isabella Marie Cullen.  In one of the photographs of the crowd, there, in the background, was Caius.  This proved to Brad that this was orchestrated by someone close to the Cullen family.


“Thank you, Emmett, for considering this.  Louise and I will sleep better knowing that little Bree will be taken care of should something happen to us.”  Brad said, then walked out of the office.


Emmett got up, locked the door, and walked out the back door and down the walkway that connected his office to the main house.  Once inside the mudroom, he removed his boots and went out to find his darling wife.  He found her in the den.  She was sitting on the couch, wearing a tight pair of yoga pants, fluffy socks, and one of Emmett’s sweatshirts that was ten times too large for her, but, in his eyes, it made her even sexier.


“Hello, good lookin.”  Emmett smirked.


Rosalie looked up from her book, and smiled at her husband.  She counted her blessings daily to have someone like Emmett love her.  “Hey, sweetie, did you get some work done?”


Emmett picked up her legs and slipped underneath them.  “I did, Brad Mathers came in to have his will updated.”


Rosalie looked at her husband’s face, and, instantly, could tell there was something more he was saying.  “That is nice.  I really like Brad and Louise, and, of course, Bree.  She is such a little angel.”


“Rose, I need to talk to you about something that Brad requested.”


“What?”  She questioned.


“If something would happen that both Brad and Louise were killed, or died at the same time, he has asked if we would consider becoming Bree’s guardians?”


Rose couldn’t believe what she heard.  She knew that Brad and Louise had no other relatives, as well as how much they seemed to care for Bree, but why would they want them as guardians?  She instantly lost herself in the thought of being Bree’s mother.  She could see them doing everything that a mother and daughter would do: she saw them walking down the mall together with shopping bags in their hands, baking cookies in the kitchen, and talking about boys.


“Rose, what do you think about it?”  Emmett asked, wondering what Rose was thinking about.


“Emmett, of course, I would love to be a guardian to Bree.”  Rose declared.


“Rose, dear, this is just in case something happens to both Brad and Louise, which could happen or never happen.  I know you care for her, but remember that Brad and Louise are still her guardians.”  Emmett explained.


“I know, but I want us to be there just in case something horrible happens.  I need, no, we need to be there for Bree.”  Rose implored.


“We will be if we are needed.  I will call Brad and let him know our decision, but Rose I must also tell you that I have a funny feeling that something is wrong.  Please be aware of your surroundings when you are with Bree.”


“Do you think she is in danger?”


“I don’t know, but Brad was definitely scared today.  I couldn’t live if something happened to you.”  Emmett begged.


“I promise.”


Emmett called Brad and let him know their decision; Brad was relieved.  That night, when Bree was all tucked away in her bed, Brad told Louise that Emmett and Rose had agreed to their request.  He had kept nothing from Louise and she agreed with him that they had been lied to about Bree’s father.  She had broke down when she saw the photograph of Carlisle saying his goodbyes to his daughter.  Brad had told her that he was sorry for pulling them into this mess and putting her in danger, but he wasn’t sorry for helping Bree.  The months with Bree had been some of the happiest of his life.


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Aro had been keeping a close eye on Carlisle, and, several months after the funeral, he was sure that Carlisle didn’t suspect that his daughter was still alive.  When Esme and Edward had started coming over, he was worried that Carlisle would marry Esme and have another possible heir, but, after doing some investigating, he was happy to find out that Esme couldn’t have anymore children.  She had had some complications after Edward’s birth, and the doctors had to do a complete hysterectomy.  After learning that piece of information, he began leaving hints to Carlisle about moving on with his life, and how wonderful Esme seemed to be.


Carlisle knew how wonderful Esme was and how precious Edward was, but he thought it was too early to try to move on.  Even though he never truly loved Elizabeth, he did care for her.  Could he really allow himself to give over to the feelings that he had for Esme?


One day, Aro was in Carlisle’s office going over some business dealings.  “Carlisle, brother, I think you should really consider taking the next step with Esme Masen.  She is already in the family and she seems to have some very serious feelings for you.”


“Aro, it is too soon.”


“Carlisle, Elizabeth would want you to move on and be happy.  I am not telling you to forget them, but to start living again.”  Aro pushed.


“I will think about it.”  Carlisle answered, as he looked at Aro.  Never had his brother had concerns about his feelings, and he wondered why now.  Maybe his prayers had been answered and Aro had finally come around to be the brother he had always prayed for.


After Aro left, Carlisle mind was flooded with memories of the conversation.  He thought of Esme and how she had allowed his heart to open and allow the love that he had locked away inside for her out.  The warm, peaceful feeling poured over him into every cell of his body, and, for the first time since Elizabeth and Lizzy Bell’s murder, he felt lighter.  Aro was right, Elizabeth would have wanted him to move on, and he knew his little Lizzy Bell would be cheering him on from heaven.


Picking up his phone, he called Esme.   “Hello, Esme, how are you today?”


Esme was excited to hear from Carlisle.  “I am well, and yourself?”


“Good, busy as always.  How is Edward?”


“He is currently cleaning his room.  I can’t believe how dirty it can get in such a short period of time.”


“Yeah, we are just that way.  Must be in our DNA.  The reason I was calling was I was hoping that you and Edward could come over dinner tonight.”


“Oh that sounds nice.  What time?”


“How about six-thirty?”  Carlisle asked, knowing that he would have enough time to get everything he needed to ask Esme to marry him.  They could spent months in dating before he asked, but why wait?  Life was too short.


“That sounds wonderful.”  Esme cooed.


“I will pick you up.”


“Oh, you will?  We will be ready.  I am looking forward to it.”


“See you then.”  Carlisle confirmed as he hung up.


The rest of the afternoon was filled with Carlisle going to his jeweler and picking out a ring for Esme and arranging the special dinner for them.  He even went out and purchased a new suit for the occasion.  After a long drawn out argument with Garrett, where he decided to take his favorite Bentley to pick up Esme himself.  Carlisle finally convinced him that he would keep an watchful eye out of danger.  Garrett wasn’t happy about it, but agreed.  He had been unable to find out who had murdered Elizabeth and Lizzy Bell.  Whoever had done it had covered their tracks very well.  But he continued with his investigation, because he would find out who had done it and make them pay.


Carlisle arrived at Esme’s house and rang her doorbell.  The door was answer by a smiling Edward.  “Mr. Carlisle, we are going to your house?”


“Yes, you are.”  Carlisle chuckled, then he saw her.  Esme walked toward them wearing the most beautiful navy blue form fitting dress, with her long brunette hair swept to the side.  As she got close, he reached out for her hand, and brought it to his lips, and began kissing the back of her hand with several light kisses.  Then, he looked up at her.  “You look lovely.”


Esme blushed a bright shade of rose on her cheeks.  “Thank you and you look very handsome as well.”


“Can we go already?  I am hungry.”  Edward insisted.


“Okay Edward.  Let’s go feed this hungry monster.”  Carlisle joked, then offered his arm to Esme, took Edward’s hand, and took them to his car.  Once inside, Carlisle began driving back to the mansion.


“One day I am going to have a car like this.”  Edward exclaimed, excitedly.


“Yes, you will.”  Carlisle confirmed, because if Esme said yes, Edward would his son and he would have all the privileges and wealth that Carlisle had.  After dinner, Edward wanted to go out to the garden and play.  After putting on his jacket, hat, and gloves he was out the doors and began playing in the new snow that had fallen overnight.  It had been a cold and snowy November and a cold December had been forcasted, as well.  Carlisle and Esme bundled up as well and went out to watch as he ran around and played in the snow.


“He loves it here.”  Esme stated.


“I love having him here, as well as you.”


“You do?”


“Yes, very much so; actually, I was hoping that you would agree to marry me and come live here forever.  What do you say Esme, will you marry me?”


Esme was shocked by Carlisle’s question.  She couldn’t believe he wanted to marry her.  She loved him with all her heart and soul, but never imagined that he would ever return her feelings, because he was Carlisle Cullen, the head of the Cullen crime family.  “Are you sure?”


“Esme, you have done something that I never thought I would ever be able to do again and that is to finally find love.  I want to share all that I have with you, I want to love you with everything that I am, and.”  He said, then stopped and looked up towards Edward.  “I would love to be a father to Edward.  So, what do you say?  Will you marry me?”


“Yes, oh yes, I will marry you.”


Carlisle pulled out the ring and slipped it onto her finger, then pulled her close, leaned in, and began to kiss her.  The feeling of their lips together ignited a fire in him that he had never felt before, and the love that he had for her poured into the kiss.


“Eww.”  Edward boomed.


Carlisle pulled from Esme’s lips, and smiled at her before turning toward Edward.  “What is eww about that, little man?”


“Girls have cooties, and if you kiss them you get double cooties.”  Edward explained.


Carlisle chuckled at Edward.  “All right, but I will remind you of this one day.  Come over here, your Mom and I want to tell you something.”


Edward came over, and climbed up onto Carlisle’s lap.  “Edward, Carlisle has asked for me to marry him.”  Esme said.


“What does that mean?”  Edward asked.


“It means that Carlisle will become my husband, and, if you’d like, he can become your father.  Now I know you still miss your dad, but he would want us to be happy, and I am happy with Carlisle.  So what do you think?”  Esme proposed.


Edward thought for a moment, and then looked up at Carlisle.  “Does this mean I can come over whenever I want?”


“Edward, you will be living here all the time.”


“Cool.  Let’s do this.  Come on, Mom, I need to go home and pack my toys.”  Edward demanded as he jumped down from Carlisle’s lap, and grabbed his mother’s hand.


“Hold on there.  We won’t be moving in until after the wedding.”  Esme explained.


“Well, when is that?”  Edward asked.


Esme looked at Carlisle.  She never expected to get married again. Her first wedding was a formal event, and she really didn’t want that again, but she wondered if Carlisle needed to invite all the family.  “What type of wedding do you want?”  She questioned.


“Anything you want, my love.  It can be the grandest of affairs or a simple wedding between just us and the priest.”  Carlisle answered.


“I would really like something small, just a few friends and immediate family.”


“Then that is what you shall have.  Edward, do you think you can wait a few weeks?”  Carlisle asked.


“Do I have to?  Come on, Mom, this place is huge I am sure Carlisle has room for us now.”  Edward pleaded.


“He is right, you know.  You can stay in the guest suites in the west wing until after the wedding.”  Carlisle said, hoping she would consider it.  He didn’t want to pressure her, but the thought of seeing her daily gave him great joy.


Esme thought of the offered and knew she wanted to be here with him as soon as possible.  “I like that idea, a lot.”


“Wonderful, Edward, you need to help your Mother pack, because it looks like you are going to start living here very soon.”


They all went inside and Carlisle showed them where their rooms would be. Then, they talked about the move and the wedding.  After calling Father Christopher, Carlisle called Garrett, and told him the great news, then called Aro to thank him for pushing him.


After Aro hung up with Carlisle, he quickly called Caius, and told him to start planning tying up the loose ends; he wanted it to happen right after Carlisle said I do.



Chapter 5 Defiance


Carlisle never stopped looking for Edward and his bitch of a wife, Esme. He had often dreamt about how he would make her suffer for taking his son away. She deserved to die, but that would be letting her off too easy. Just like Johnny, who daily begged to be put out of his misery, Esme would beg for her life to end. Many different types of punishment were thought up, each one crueler than the last, but it wasn’t until he thought of what would she was had he decided what he would do when he found her. Pouring another glass of whiskey, he sat down and began looking over the books for his many businesses.
“Good afternoon, Boss.” Bobby said. walking into the office.
“Bobby B, any word?” Carlisle asked.
“No, Boss.” Bobby replied, hating he was unable to give his boss the news that he had waited so long to hear.
Carlisle frowned and gave a quick nod. “So, you are checking in before your trip?” He asked.
“Yes, Boss. I still can’t believe Janice is going off to school all the way on the West Coast. We tried and tried to talk her out of it, but she is as hard headed as her mother.” Bobby grumbled.
“Haha, you mean her fucker of a father. Bobby, your head is so hard it could knock down a stone wall with it.” Carlisle jested, as he held up his glass. “Pour yourself one and tell me about the school.”
After pouring a large glass Bobby sat down. “It is an art school. You know all too well how much she loves to draw.” Bobby chuckled, remembering the time when Janice was about five when she took a magic marker and drew stick animals in the journal that kept the totals of the lastest gun shipments. “Thanks for allowing us to take the jet. I don’t want to know how many bags she is taking.”
“Is she staying on campus or did she agree to the apartment?”
“The apartment. After she found out that it was across the street from an art gallery, she was all in.” Bobby said.
“Be careful and get back as soon as you can; we have a large shipment coming in at the end of week, and I want you there to oversee it.”
“I will get her settled and be right back. I just need to set up the cameras and install the bugs. You can’t trust those horny fuckers on the West Coast.”
Bobby downed his glass and headed out. He could tell in Carlisle’s tone that he was okay with him going, but he needed to get back as soon as possible.
Esme was more and more nervous the further away from Forks they went. She didn’t think that Carlisle would be in San Francisco, but she couldn’t help to be afraid. The years in Forks had been everything she had dreamed of in living a normal life. Edward had grown up to be a polite, honest young man; something that Carlisle knew nothing about. Esme never regretted a day of their hiding out in Forks, because she felt sure that, if they had stayed, Edward would be a totally different young man than he was now.
Looking back at him in the backseat of Charlie’s large SUV, he was smiling down at a sleeping Bella on his shoulder. Esme and Renee had noticed the change in Edward and Bella’s relationship over the past few months. They were still best friends, but now the look in their eyes was sparkling of love between a boy and girl. They had not voiced their new-found love yet, but Esme was sure that it was only a matter a time.
“Maria, are you okay?” Charlie inquired. He had noticed she was not her regular self. Every time they would stop, she seemed to be frightened to get out of the vehicle.
“I am fine; I guess I am little worked up about the show.” She answered, hoping that it would convince him. Over the last several weeks she had almost canceled the show a hundred times, but, as she looked at the pieces for the collection, the theme beamed through…DEFIANCE. Her defiance against Carlisle was in each painting, and it gave her the strength she needed to go on with the show.
They had planned to make several stops along the way and take in some of the sites. As they arrived in San Francisco, they were tired, yet excited about being in the city. Edward and thought and planned to make his feelings known to Bella on the beach at sunset. He had purchased a heart shaped necklace for Bella with an engraving on the back, T + B 4 ever. He only hoped that she would feel the same way.
They pulled into the Hyatt next to the waterfront. The hotel was close to the art gallery where Esme’s art show was being held. All her paintings had been shipped earlier in the month and Brandon had Skyped with her to get her feelings on where each piece should be hung. She would be spending most of the day tomorrow fine-tuning the setup before the opening in two days.
“Mom. Is it okay for Bella and me to go down to the waterfront?” Edward asked.
“But I thought we could go out to dinner and relax a little bit after that long trip.” Esme said, wanting to have a nice sit down meal and a long, hot bath.
“Bella and I can grab something, and take it to the water. I really want to see the sunset over the water.”
“You can go tomorrow evening.”
“Please, Mom. I need to do this tonight.” Edward pleaded. He couldn’t wait another day before he confessed his love to Bella. The whole trip, he couldn’t think of anything else.
“Why is it so important?” Esme asked.
Lowering his head and kicking at the floor with the tip of his shoe, he tried to get the nerve to tell his Mom. “Damn it.” He thought. If he couldn’t even tell his Mom, how the hell was he going to tell Bella?
“Tony, you know you can tell me anything, right?” Esme encouraged.
“I know, Mom.” Pulling from all his courage he had within himself, he started, “I want to give Bella a present. You see… you know that Bella and I have been friends for what seems like all our lives, but, recently, I have felt something more for her.”
“Tony, you love her.”
He nodded his head yes. “How did you know?”
Esme walked over to the couch, and patted the seat beside her. Edward walked over and sat down. “Mothers can sense these things. I am sorry your father wasn’t around for you to talk to about these things.”
“No, Mom. You have been the Mother and Father a child could ever hope for.” Edward declared. “I have dreamed of confessing my feelings for her at sunset next to the water.”
“Then you shall. Do you have something to give her?”
“Yeah. I saved my allowance for months and bought her a necklace.” Edward said, then stood up and reached into his pocket to pull out the blue velvet bag. Pulling the necklace out, he handed it to his mother to look at.
“Oh, Tony, it is beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as she is, but I wanted her to have something to think about me.”
“She will love it. Go and have fun; make sure you take your phone with you.”
“I will, Mom, and, Mom, I love you.” Tony said.
“As I love you.”
Edward left to go get Bella, and Esme decided to order food in, and just relax. The trip had been trying on her nerves; with being away from her safe cocoon, and the upcoming show, she was at her breaking point. Some quiet time was what she needed.
Edward rushed next door to Bella’s room and knocked on the door. She opened it, and Edward noticed she was wearing a lovely pink flower dress and her dark hair down.
“Are you ready to go?” Edward asked.
“Yes.” Bella whispered. She was excited to be spending some time alone with Tony. They had been friends forever, but, over the last year, her feelings for him had changed. He was no longer her best friend, she now loved him like a woman loves a man. Everyday she hoped that his feelings for her would change as well, but he never said otherwise. However, over the last few months she had noticed him looking at her differently. “Maybe, just maybe.” She thought.
Edward felt bold and took her hand. “Come on.”
They walked out of the hotel and down the sidewalk toward the waterfront. Along the way, they picked up some food from a street cafe and continued on. They walked on the sand and laid the large beach towel that Edward had brought along. Sitting down, they ate their dinner and talked about all the sites they wanted to take in while they were here. As the sun begun to set, Edward turned toward Bella and took her hand once more.
“Bella, you have been my best friend for all my life. There is not one memory that I have that you are not part of, and now I hope and pray that this memory will stand above all those.” Edward proposed as he steadied himself for the next part. “Bella, I have fallen in love you and I hope that you will accept this necklace and be my girlfriend.”
Bella gasped. “You love me?”
“Oh, Tony, I love you.” Bella exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck and knocking them over, causing them to both bust out in laughter. They sat back up and Edward pulled out the necklace and showed it to Bella. “It is beautiful.” She cried.
“No, you are beautiful.” Edward confessed. “May I?”
Bella nodded and picked up her hair so he could place the necklace around her neck. Once it was latched, he looked at the shiny diamond glisten off the setting sun. The overwhelming joy of seeing around her neck, confirmed their proclamation of love of each other. Looking up at her face, he wanted to seal it with a kiss.
“I know you have kissed me once, but I really want to kiss you now.” Edward stated.
“We were five, and I would love for you to kiss me.”
Leaning in, he placed his lips onto her soft lips, and, as the sun set, he knew that he would never want to kiss another woman. Bella Swan held his heart and soul until his last dying breath.

Infinity Claims Chapter 8

The dark grey clouds hovered over the cemetery, as the two black hearse lead the procession of cars up the hill to the Cullen family plots.  Carlisle sat in the back of the limo, alone, preparing himself for his final goodbyes.  The days that followed after his men had found Elizabeth and Lizzy Bell’s limo burnt up with three bodies inside were met with disbelief, sadness, anger, and, finally, acceptance.  The days and nights alone in the mansion were spent with Carlisle grieving his loss.  Never did his men see him shed one tear, but, in the solitude of Lizzy Bell’s room, the tears never stopped.  He didn’t know how he would survive without her smiling face.


He had made the arrangements for their funeral and didn’t leave the mansion other than to go to Angelo’s funeral.  He stood beside Esme and Edward as they said their final goodbyes.  Edward would miss his father, and was sad over that fact he was gone, but when he learned that Bella had also been taken up to heaven, he couldn’t stop crying.  She was his best friend, and he never got the chance to say goodbye.


The limo stopped and Garrett opened the door for Carlisle.   Stepping out, he began walking up the path to the black tent and sat down on chair beside the two coffins, Elizabeth’s was black and Lizzy Bell’s was white.  There was a stark difference, not only in color, but in size.


There was not enough room in the tent for all the members of the family, so they stood outside in the light falling rain, fighting back their own tears for their leader’s wife and young child, killed for no apparent reason.  This was a rule that was not to be broken by rival families, because wives and especially small children were never to be touched.  So the investigation went on; who had done this horrendous deed.  Everyone in the family wanted a piece of whomever had done it.  This person would die a slow, painful death.


“We are gathered here today, to lay to rest Elizabeth Catherine Cullen and Isabella Marie Cullen.  Their bodies are here today, but their souls are with our Heavenly Father.  Elizabeth and Isabella were the bright lights of joy to the Cullen family and will be missed by so many.   May God grant us grace, that in pain we may find comfort, in sorrow hope, in death resurrection.

Let us pray:


God, our creator and redeemer, by your power Christ conquered death and returned to you in glory.  May all your people who have gone before us in faith share his victory and enjoy the vision of your glory

Forever, where Christ lives and reigns with you, and the Holy Spirit, one God, forever and ever.  Eternal rest grant unto Elizabeth and Isabella, O Lord.  And let perpetual light shine upon them. May their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.

Amen.”  Father Christopher prayed.


Carlisle stood, walked over to Elizabeth’s casket, and laid a single white rose on top before he whispered his goodbye.  “You deserved a better life than you had with me.  I thank you for always accepting everyone in the family and accepting my many faults.  Take care of our Lizzy Bell, and know I will never forget you.”


As he turned, he laid a single pink rose on top of Lizzy Bell’s casket and bent over and kissed it.  “Oh my darling Lizzy Bell, what joy you have brought to my hardened heart.  I never knew that I could love anything, but the moment you were born you filled me with so much love that it overflowed my heart and soul.  I will never forget you and no one else will take your place in my heart.  Goodbye, my darling.  I love you with all my heart.”  Standing up, he regained his composure, walked over, and shook Father Christopher’s hand, thanking him for the service.  As he began to walk out the tent, Edward step out from the crowd, and looked up at him with tears rolling down his cheek.


“Mr. Carlisle.  I am going to miss Bella.  Do you think she is okay up in heaven?”  Edward asked, wiping away his tears on the sleeve of his jacket.


Even though Carlisle wanted nothing more than to get to his limo and let his emotions flow, he knelt down and handed Edward his handkerchief.  “I think she is happy and looking down on us, hoping we will remember her.”


“I will never forget her.”  Edward proclaimed.  “Mr. Carlisle, is it okay if I give you a hug?”


“Yes, Edward, I would love a hug.”


Edward wrapped his little arms around Carlisle’s neck and began to cry again.  Carlisle wrapped his strong arms around Edward and, for a moment, enjoyed the warmth of the child’s hug.


Esme walked up and laid her hand on Edward’s back.  “Edward, it is time for you to let Mr. Carlisle go.”


Edward loosed his hold, and looked up at Mr. Carlisle’s big blue eyes.  “Would it be okay if, from time to time, I came by to see you?”


“I would like that very much.”  Carlisle answered.  Standing up, he looked at Esme and gave her a sad smile.  “Bring him by soon.  I think it would be good for the both of us.”


“I will.  Take care, Carlisle.”  Esme said, wanting nothing more than to give Carlisle a hug as well, but that was something that she couldn’t do.


Not saying a word to anyone else, he walked back to his limo and climbed inside.  As the limo pulled away, he wiped away the tears and felt his heart break into two.


Aro sat on the second row with his wife and children. It took all that he had not to smile.  He had gotten rid of the kid, but he needed to make sure that Carlisle didn’t have anymore children.  He was buying his time for his son to take over, and lead the family the way he thought it should be run.  Carlisle was too soft, and that needed to stop.  The Cullen name should shake fear in everyone who heard it.  He would allow the child to stay alive a little while longer, just incase something came up and he needed a bargaining chip.


The months that followed was some of the hardest for Carlisle.  Each night he would dream of Lizzy Bell calling out to him to come find her.  She would beg and plead and even asked if he still loved her.  He would run toward her and, just as he got near, she would disappear in a puff of smoke.  Waking up in a cold sweat and a racing heart, he would give up on going back to sleep and go to his office and throw himself into work.


His housekeeper was worried about her Boss.  He wasn’t eating and had heard him in all hours of the night walking around the mansion.  He refused to allow her into Miss Bella’s room to clean or dust.  She hoped that someday soon he would begin to live once more, but, until that time, she would continue to watch over him the best she could.


Esme and Edward had come over several times to the mansion and Carlisle had taken Edward to the garden and played catch with him.  The joy in his eyes and sweet sound of his laughter, helped lessen Carlisle’s grief for a short time.  He enjoyed Edward, but also enjoyed Esme’s sweet calming spirit.


Esme sat on the bench and watched as they played; with each passing visit, she fell even more for Carlisle Cullen.  Several times Carlisle had looked her way, and, for a brief moment, their eyes locked. She almost thought she saw a glimmer of love in his eyes.


They were in the garden playing catch when Edward missed catching the ball, and it hit him directly in the nose, cause it to bleed.  He screamed out and Esme and Carlisle rushed to his side.


“Edward, I am sorry.”  Carlisle cried, hating the fact that he had injured the child.


“Let me take a look at it.”  Esme pleaded, hoping that the nose was not broken.


Edward removed his hand and allowed his mother to look at it.  It hurt so bad, and he wanted his momma to make the pain go away.  Esme looked at the nose, and felt for sure that it was not broken, but it would need some ice to relieve the swelling that was sure to happen.


“Carlisle, can we get an ice pack for his nose?”  Esme asked.


“Oh my God, yes.  Come on, let me carry him inside and make him comfortable first.”


Carlisle carefully picked up Edward, carried him inside, and gently laid him down on the couch.  When he stood up, Esme noticed that Edward had bleed all over his white shirt.


“Carlisle, I am so sorry about that.”  She said.


Carlisle looked down, and saw the blood.  It didn’t bother him; in fact, this was nothing compared to the times he had taken care of men who had tried to hurt the family.  “Don’t worry about it, Esme.”


“Maybe I could get it out?”


Carlisle didn’t like to see Esme so stressed over a little blood on a shirt, so he unbuttoned it and took it off.  He then handed the shirt to Esme, who stood, gaping at him.


Esme watched as Carlisle removed his shirt, and, when he stood before her, naked from the waist up, she was amazed on how fit he was.  His chest was covered in what looked like soft blond hair; he didn’t have a six pack abs, fuck, they were eight pack.  However, what got her the most was the sharp lines that made her eyes flow down to his crotch area. She could have sworn she could see the outline of his cock.


“Esme, are you okay?  Do you feel faint with the sight of blood?”  Carlisle asked, worried by how she looked.


“No, no I am fine.  Where are the ice packs kept, and where can I try to get the blood stain out?”


“You can go in the laundry room, which in down the hall, second door on the right, and I will get the ice pack.”  Carlisle instructed.


“Okay.  Edward, sweetie, we will be right back.”  Esme said.


“Okay Momma.  After this can we go get ice cream?”


In that moment, Esme knew he was okay, but she didn’t know about herself.