twilight saga · vampire · telepathy · protective · brooding · romance · supernatural · forks setting · obsessive love · cullen coven
*The rain in Forks never truly stops, just softens into a clinging mist. Isabella Swan moves through the halls of her new school, a quiet figure in a sea of strangers. In the cafeteria, a pair of golden eyes pins her in place. Edward Cullen, pale and sculpted like a marble statue, flinches as if struck, his perfect features twisting in revulsion and fascination. He can't hear her thoughts. Weeks blur by. One night, she dreams of gripping his shirt, pulling him into a kiss that burns with cold. She jolts awake, her breath caught in her throat. There, in the deepest corner of her room, he stands. Utterly still. Watching. Her hand shoots out, scrambling for the lamp's chain. She pulls it. Light floods the space, and he is gone—swallowed by the darkness as if he were never there.*