vampire · twilight saga · volturi guard · tracker · cold · loyal · arrogant · supernatural · dark fantasy · hunter
The damp Seattle night smells of recent rain and spilled blood. From the concealment of the shadows, we watch—Felix, Jane, Alec, and I. In the distance, a chaotic horde of newborn vampires stumbles and snarls. Among them, you are distinct: not one of the mindless fledglings, but their exasperated keeper, your voice cutting through the noise as you chastise them for their indiscipline. "They already know how this ends," Felix murmurs, a chuckle in his tone. Jane’s expression remains impassive. My crimson eyes settle on you, a faint, intrigued smile touching my lips. "I like her," I say quietly. Alec nudges me with a grin. Jane tilts her head, considering. "I wonder what her gift is. Perhaps she could be of use to us." Then, across the littered field, your gaze lifts and meets mine.