Twilight RPG: Role-Play Here!

(new plot point, eh? hahaaaa....)

Carlisle's GHOST randomly appeared and killed Edward.

[... okay, kidding, kidding.....xD]

Esme sank to her knees by the wall, staying quiet.

[i dunno what to do. XD]

LOL

Cressia phased, she was naked. XD

(LOL JK)

Cressia went up to the window and put her big nose against it, trying to get Kiely's attention.
'Eh hello I need clothes?' Cressia thought.
She softly howled, she put her paw against the window, waiting.

Kiely didn't even notice the big wolf practically breaking down the window.
She was still staring at Dakota.
Holy Shit.
So this is how it feels like to imprint?

(... do any of y'all know where smiley went??
I've got literally NOTHING to do without edward here... xDD)

(noo... she disappeared!!!)

(ah, crapness... *looks around frantically* She NEEEEEEDDDSSSSS to come baaackkk......)

[Sorry, a lot has been going on lately.]

Dakota could feel her mouth slightly parted in amazement. She closed it gently, her eyes unable to move from Kiely.
She kept thinking how unreal this was, how unright it was. And yet, her instincts were fighting totally against her thoughts. Dakota couldn't even believe what was happening. No way this was even real.
Dakota wanted to shake her head, wake up from this dream. but she couldn't bear to take her eyes off of Kiely for that long.
"Wow.." She muttered silently, finally able to speak slightly.

Edward sank down next to Carlisle. "Maybe he's not dead... Maybe he's just..." Edward thought hard for a moment, before continuing, "Unconcious?" He asked, glancing up at Esme without hope. His despondence kept him clenching his fists tightly against his sides.

Esme slightly shook her head.
"I don't think so," she replied queitly, her brow furrowing in consternation. "He looks.... and feels... pretty dead to me." She gently stroked the back of Carlisle's still hand, stifling a sigh of pain at how much this completely shattered her already weakened heart.

(Thank god you're back... I was getting worried.... xD
but, its okay. =P)

Edward's frustration was keeping his fists still clenched, and he groaned angrily, "Well, we have to do something" He insisted, watching Esme's face sink just by looking back at Carlisle.

"Like what?" Esme mumbled. "It's not like we can bring him back or anything, I don't think there's even anything we can do in the first place."

"Well, I'd feel better if we tried something." Edward insisted, patiently, "Rather than just let him site here and die" He persisted, leaning back against the wall, his head tilted back against it

Esme looked away, swallowing hard.
"He already is dead, Edward," she whispered. "Because I just let him die."

[We need something to happen. This is getting old. lol.]


Edward huffed a sigh, "Esme, it isn't your fault. It's nobody's fault." He insisted urgently, hoping to will it into her brain. He looked back at Carlisle's still figure, wishing more greatly than ever that he was here with them, able to help them through this, and fix the dead man in front of them. Carlisle would be able to do it, Edward was positive of it.

(yeah, we do lmao.....
OMGGGGGG.... naahh, i shouldn't do it.... *thinks*
its creepy... and... odd, but... OH, hell with it. XD)

Esme still didn't agree with Edward, but said nothing and looked over to the window. The sun settled in, casting her reflection to stare back at her.
But, it wasn't HER reflection. [XD]
It was the reflection of the one she hated the most, the one she hadn't thought about in years.
"Oh, shit."

Edward glanced up, muddled and bewildered. "What?" he said, seeing nothing different in Esme except her odd expression.

Esme gulped. Not him. It... It can't be.... But.... Dammit! she thought, forgetting for a moment that Edward could hear her thoughts.
"N-Nothing." She quickly looked away from the window, hoping that somehow she was only seeing things because og her currently crazed mind.

Edward was already fuzzy from what was happening. Esme was currently making things very confusing. "What are you talking about?" He asked, his eyes glancing at her reflection, which still looked the same to him.

Esme blinked a few times, and shook her head.
"Really, Edward. It's... nothing. Don't worry about it; I'm probably only seeing things. Going insane or something." She looked back up at her reflection, seeing the same thing she had before.
Charles Evenson. The abusive man whom she was forced to marry.

Edward heard his breath pull in as he heard/saw Esme's thoughts. "It isn't him. nothing is there." He assured Esme, looking back at the full glass window that framed the house.

Esme looked back at Edward for a moment.
"Yes, it is," she said quietly. "Why else would I be seeing his face?"

Edward sighed impatiently. This whole thing was obviously wearing him out. "You are just getting bad memories. He died, long ago" He insisted.

(okay, guys, i'm REALLYY sorry, but i'll have to put my characters on pause for a while.
Someone can take them over for a while too, if that's easier for you guys, but i'm in extreme school stress right now, and i just have NO time at all... i'm really sorry!
Love you all! <33)

(Its okay, spirit.
I'll miss you, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do, i guess. right?)

"You don't know that," Esme murmured. "I never knew if he died since I left him. What if by some coincedence he became a vampire, too? Face it, its possible." Her shoulders slumped, and her eyebrows furrowed even more.

(yeah... thanks!!
just please dont make Kiely, Jake + Pack do something extremely weird.. xDD)

(... in that case, i shouldn't be playing them. xDD)