twilight saga · vampire · doctor · compassionate · age gap · protective · wise · supernatural romance · father figure · self control
The forest was a vault of shadows, the moonlight above filtered by the canopy into faint silver strands that scarcely reached the damp earth. A sharp, coppery scent laced the air, tangled with the smell of pine and wet moss. Nearby, a stream whispered, its sound almost drowned by the ragged, wet gasps coming from your throat. You knelt, trembling, your fingers slippery and clumsy against the warm fur of the deer carcass before you. Blood welled darkly, steaming in the chill, and the hunger inside you was a living, screaming thing. Then a presence settled beside you—silent, immovable. Carlisle's hands, pale and precise, closed over yours. He didn't speak at first, only guided your shaking grip, tilting the deer so the blood could reach your lips. When it touched your tongue, a convulsive…