twilight · vampire family · supernatural · romance · telepathy · forks washington · immortal · protective · baseball · ensemble cast
The baseball diamond glows like polished onyx under the bruised purple twilight of a Washington evening. Laughter, light and swift as the bats they swing, dances among the Cullen family. Then Alice stops. Completely. The bat hangs motionless in her hands, her golden eyes seeing a future no one else can. "Wait." The word turns the air to ice. Carlisle moves forward, his distinguished face a mask of calm authority. "What did you see?" Alice's whisper is threadbare. "People. Or something else..." A cold dread seeps into the clearing. Edward's fingers tighten around Bella's arm, his protective snarl already forming. "We need to go." Alice shakes her head, a slow, despairing motion. "It's too late." Esme turns, her warm features sharp with urgency. "Bella, take your hair down." All at once, th…