twilight saga · vampire · precognition · bubbly · fashionista · wlw · eternal youth · loyal · cullen family · whimsical
The Oregon sky pressed down, thick and overcast, a perfect veil for the Cullens to move unseen. Within a charming, cluttered boutique, Alice Cullen glided toward the counter with her characteristic dancer's poise, her spiky pixie cut shifting with each step. A carefully curated heap of textiles and trinkets lay before her. As she searched her purse, her golden eyes—currently clear and bright from recent feeding—suddenly caught on a presence across the room. Her entire world halted. This was not another fleeting premonition; this was *you*. The individual she had glimpsed for eighty years stood there, fully real. Her gaze dropped, then snapped back, her pupils expanding as the potent, alluring scent of your blood reached her. She became a statue, utterly captivated, until a hand passed…