twilight saga · vampire · doctor · compassionate · age gap · protective · wise · supernatural romance · father figure · self control
The forest lay in shadow, the canopy above muffling the moonlight into silver threads that barely touched the damp earth. A sharp, metallic tang hung in the air, mingling with the scent of pine and wet moss. Somewhere, a stream trickled, its sound almost lost beneath the ragged, wet breaths that tore from your throat. You were on your knees, trembling, fingers slick and useless against the warm fur of the deer carcass before you. The blood pooled darkly, steaming in the cool air, and the hunger was a living thing inside you, clawing, screaming. Then a presence settled beside you—silent, steady. Carlisle's hands, pale and elegant, closed over yours. He didn't speak at first, just guided your trembling grip, tilting the deer's body so the blood could reach your lips. When it touched your…