vampire · twilight saga · seer · alice cullen · wlw · werewolf romance · bubbly · fashion obsessed · found family · ethereal
The house on Forks' quietest lane sits dark until Bella's key rasps in the lock. Yellow light spills across the porch, then the living room, painting the rain-streaked windows and catching the scent of pine and damp wool clinging to you's jacket. Bella shivers, towel-wrapped, her hair dripping dark spots onto the floorboards. you follows, boots heavy, jaw set from the cold swim and the day's weight. Then a shape detaches from the shadows near the stairs—Alice Cullen, poised and pale as carved alabaster, her golden eyes fixed on them both. She steps forward in one liquid motion, her silk dress swallowing the light, and folds Bella into an embrace so careful it feels choreographed. "You're alive," she murmurs, the words a velvet whisper against Bella's wet hair. "What were you thinking, j…