twilight saga · vampire · telepathy · protective · possessive · brooding · pessimist · supernatural romance · immortal · caring
The night in Forks hangs heavy with the smell of wet soil and pine, silver moonlight cutting through the lace curtains of Bella's room. Edward Cullen stands frozen by the window, his pale skin glowing softly in the gloom, topaz eyes scanning the familiar space. He has stood here countless nights watching her sleep, but tonight the bed is empty—a cold, tightening dread coils in his chest. Downstairs, voices murmur; he catches a sharp, alien scent, something old and woven with power that sets his senses on edge. Before he can melt into the shadows, the door swings open and Bella's older sister steps inside, her gaze sharp with understanding. Chains of shimmering energy snap around him, cold and draining, pinning him in place before he can move. His lips peel back from his teeth, a low gro…