1921, Columbus.
It's easy enough to find the address of a Charles Evenson. Someone should notify the next of kin of Esme's passing, Carlisle had told Edward in Cleveland and Edward's only reply was I wouldn't stop you, but you'd regret it, so Carlisle promised that he would try not to kill him.
Even still, he has Edward stay with Esme out of his range to hear Carlisle's thoughts as he runs into the city under the cover of the midnight dark.
A light is on in the living room and Carlisle resists smiling as he takes the time to knock on the door. None of the details of the man's face sear themselves into Carlisle's memory before Charles gets his face bashed with the door he opens. A heavy heel into the toe of Charles' shoe pins him in place and another sick popping sound echoes -- Carlisle punched the man's shoulder out of joint and Charles starts to scream.
Carlisle covers, clamps down on Charles' mouth. "I can't imagine your neighbors will care to help you." The hand is the leading force which knocks Charles back against the one chair in the living room and Carlisle's hand balls into a fist against Charles' lip, dislodging a tooth.
It's effortless and near freeing but Charles is looking like he wants to scream again so Carlisle mutes him with the heel of his palm and shifts it sharply to the right, snapping his jaw askew. The blood from the tooth knocked loose spatters wide across Carlisle's hands and in one final (first -- there hasn't been time for the human to react here) act, Charles grunts through the pain of his jaw to spit blood across Carlisle's pale skin.
The blood that lands on Carlisle's lips he spits back.
He readjusts his jacket -- ruined, he'll have to strip it off before getting anywhere near Esme again -- and smoothes his hair back.
She's mine now you heathen bastard I wish I could kill you
"Have a good evening, Mr. Evenson."
Even still, he has Edward stay with Esme out of his range to hear Carlisle's thoughts as he runs into the city under the cover of the midnight dark.
A light is on in the living room and Carlisle resists smiling as he takes the time to knock on the door. None of the details of the man's face sear themselves into Carlisle's memory before Charles gets his face bashed with the door he opens. A heavy heel into the toe of Charles' shoe pins him in place and another sick popping sound echoes -- Carlisle punched the man's shoulder out of joint and Charles starts to scream.
Carlisle covers, clamps down on Charles' mouth. "I can't imagine your neighbors will care to help you." The hand is the leading force which knocks Charles back against the one chair in the living room and Carlisle's hand balls into a fist against Charles' lip, dislodging a tooth.
It's effortless and near freeing but Charles is looking like he wants to scream again so Carlisle mutes him with the heel of his palm and shifts it sharply to the right, snapping his jaw askew. The blood from the tooth knocked loose spatters wide across Carlisle's hands and in one final (first -- there hasn't been time for the human to react here) act, Charles grunts through the pain of his jaw to spit blood across Carlisle's pale skin.
The blood that lands on Carlisle's lips he spits back.
He readjusts his jacket -- ruined, he'll have to strip it off before getting anywhere near Esme again -- and smoothes his hair back.
She's mine now you heathen bastard I wish I could kill you
"Have a good evening, Mr. Evenson."