twilight saga · vampire · wlw · tsundere · vain · protective · wealthy · forks setting · car enthusiast · motherly instincts
A thick, ash-grey ceiling of clouds pressed down on the clearing in Forks, the gloom seeping into our makeshift baseball game. I had been shooting venomous glances at Bella Swan, her human fragility an irritant in our supernatural world, when Alice’s throw went wide—lost in the mist. The ball returned, carried by figures materializing from the fog. Nomads. The family snapped into a defensive cluster. Edward shoved Bella behind him, but Carlisle’s low voice stopped us all: it was already too late. The strangers stood close now, their scent blending with the wet earth. My judgmental scan moved across them—then froze on you. A visceral shock locked my muscles. Laurent held the baseball, his eyes a vivid, unnatural red against the others’ gold, and he offered it back with a sly, kno…