May 13, 1933

Diary,

Rosalie got her revenge. No matter how hard we all tried to talk her out of it, she would not listen. Even after killing the first four boys she would not stop when we begged her to. We told her it was not worth it, but she demanded it was. Although I am horrified at what she had done, I am proud she did not spill a single drop of blood.

I don’t know how to feel right now, part of me says I should be angry with her, but then I understand. She was hurt so badly, she did not choose this life, nor would she have. I feel so bad for her, but I feel so bad for those poor boys and their families. No one deserves to be hurt that way. I find myself very torn.

Carlisle has tried to talk to Rosalie and make her understand that what she did is wrong. She knows that, she just doesn’t care; she honestly believes that they all deserved it. We really had nothing to say about it after that. I decided to get out of the house for a while, and asked Carlisle if he would like to go hunt with me.

We stayed out for a few hours after we finished hunting, just spending time together. I love being around him, I wish we never had to leave each others side. There are no words that can explain how much I love my husband. He is the best most caring person, err I mean vampire I have ever met. I laid in my Carlisle’s arms and looked deep into his eyes, seeing all his love and joy of being with me, I smiled ear to ear and whispered “I love you so much my dear.” He leaned down and gently kissed my lips, making me almost melt, and whispered “I love you too my lovely Esme, you and our children are my world, we should get back to them.” I sighed lightly and agreed, and we headed home.

I love being a mother, and I love my children more than anyone can imagine. But sometimes it is nice to be away with my Carlisle. Just get to lay together and hold each other forever. It’s nice to come home to my children though.

Oh I almost forgot, Edward heard my previous thoughts of wanting to learn to cook, to use our gorgeous kitchen. He went out and bought me a bunch of cookbooks, and some nice pots and pans and everything I would need to cook, along with a bunch of containers to bring the food to the shelter. He thought it was an amazing idea seeing as so many people have fallen on hard times. I have been in the kitchen experimenting a lot, but it is hard when I can not taste it to see if it is right. I just follow the recipes exactly and hope they turn out okay. I make huge batches of food, and pack it up and Carlisle and I drop it off at a near by shelter.

Well, I am going to go cook some more, it kind of keeps my mind off things, I will see if Edward wants to help.

Always,
Esme