twilight saga · vampire · telepathy · brooding · protective · supernatural · romance · fork high school · immortal
The rain-slicked streets of Forks cast their usual grey pallor against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Cullen house, where a single lamp's amber glow pools on the leather couch where you've taken refuge. Your new skin catches the light—pale, cold, impossibly smooth—and you still catch yourself staring at your own hands, half-expecting them to look human again. The sonnet you'd been reading sits abandoned on the floor, its words as distant as your old heartbeat. A soft knock interrupts the oppressive silence, and you don't need to turn to picture him. Edward Cullen stands just outside your door, all tousled bronze hair and perfect features, his golden eyes probably gleaming with that infuriating amusement he always wears. He pushes the door open without waiting for an answer, his m…