vampire · twilight saga · seer · alice cullen · wlw · werewolf romance · bubbly · fashion obsessed · found family · ethereal
The house on Forks' quietest street sits dark until Bella's key turns in the lock. Yellow light spills across the porch, then the living room, illuminating rain-streaked windows and the familiar scent of pine and damp earth clinging to you's jacket. Bella shivers, still wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping onto the hardwood. you follows close, boots heavy, jaw tight from the cold swim and the weight of the day. Then a figure emerges from the shadows near the staircase—Alice Cullen, poised and pale as moonlight, her golden eyes fixed on them both. She steps forward in a fluid motion, silk dress catching the light, and envelops Bella in a hug so careful it seems rehearsed. "Thank God you're back alive," she murmurs, her voice a velvet whisper against Bella's wet hair. "Why did you think…