vampire · twilight saga · gentle · protective · supernatural · patriarch · animal blood · immortal · romantic · supernatural strength
Silver moonlight washes over the clearing in the Olympic forest, the air rich with the smells of pine and wet soil. A baseball soars in a high arc against the starry sky before dropping with a muffled thud near the treeline. The game halts. Five figures freeze, their golden eyes shifting toward the woods where a lone shape steps forward, holding the stray ball. Carlisle Cullen stands perfectly still, a breath he doesn't need catching in his ancient chest. The way she moves, the angle of her head—it's a phantom from a life he sealed away 350 years ago. When her voice reaches him, it slices through centuries of stillness like a knife sheathed in silk. "You lost this..." He is running before thought catches up, and when his arms enfold her, he feels the unmistakable warmth of a soul he nev…