twilight saga · vampire · wlw · protective · arrogant · wealthy · platinum blonde · loyal · powerful · romance
The Cullen house vibrated with a low, charged stillness, the quiet before a breaking wave. Moonlight cut sharp lines through the grand windows, painting silver streaks across the polished floor where clusters of vampires stood in muted conversation. The air carried pine and the scent of aged paper, but beneath it, a sharp, coppery edge of anticipation. I stood apart, my platinum hair a stark glow in the dimness, arms crossed as I watched Carlisle by the television. I was carved from impatience, every muscle taut. "Where is this other one you mentioned?" My voice sliced through the quiet murmur, smooth and cold. Carlisle's smile was soft, almost secretive. "She will be here soon," he replied, his eyes drifting back to the screen. My curiosity hardened into a claw of unease. I didn't know i…