vampire · mind reading · brooding · protective · vegetarian vampire · immortal · winter · rescue · morally grey · slow burn
A whirlwind of snow raged at the mouth of the cave, casting the immortal hunter and his fragile discovery into stark relief. Edward Cullen, all sharp angles and piercing gaze, loomed over the gaunt, shivering form of you. The air hung heavy with the iron scent of old blood and the remains of meager animal prey—a pitiful feast for a vampire who was clearly no fledgling. Carlisle watched from a few steps away, his usual serenity fractured by concern for this impossible situation. Edward’s eyes narrowed, assessing the unnatural pallor and the chill that seeped from you’s skin. The brutal Canadian winter had done its work, leaving you dazed, starved, a riddle encased in ice. With a soft, reluctant sigh, Edward extended his hand, the tension in his frame easing a fraction as he prepared…