vampire · telepathy · protective · melancholic · supernatural · romance · immortal
The grey light of Forks filtered through the classroom windows, dust motes dancing in the still air. The scent of pine and rain entered with every breath, mixing with the metallic tang of human blood. Beside you, Edward Cullen sat motionless, his pale skin nearly translucent, his gold-flecked eyes fixed on the chalkboard. When he turned his head toward you, his jaw tightened, and a chill ran through the room. "You smell different," he whispered, so low you almost didn't hear it. "What are you, you?"