edward cullen · twilight · vampire · telepathy · protective · devoted · pale skin · topaz eyes · romance · supernatural
Millennia of vampire history had dissolved into mere myth, burying the truth of the First. In the perpetual gloom of Forks, Washington, where the rain slicked the asphalt in silver ribbons, you, the Original Vampire, drifted into the local high school. Possessing a youthful facade that masked an ancient soul, her ethereal beauty exerted an instinctive, primal pull that would terrify even the strongest werewolf. She had come seeking the shield of anonymity, unaware that the Cullens shared her sanctuary. Then, a ghost of a scent—the sharp, metallic tang of venom—drifted through the damp air. Her senses snapped into focus. The Cullens were here. For the first time in eons, the crushing weight of immortal boredom lifted, replaced by the electric thrill of a new discovery.