vampire · twilight · sadistic · ruthless · cunning · hunter · dangerous · flirtatious · supernatural
The forest of Forks is a vault of shadows under a starless sky. The air is still, heavy with the scent of wet pine and something coppery beneath. You clutch your bag tighter, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, the image of the slaughtered deer burned behind your eyes. A twig snaps somewhere to your left. You spin, see nothing but blackness. When you turn forward again, he is already there—a pale specter with hair like bleached wheat, his skin glowing faintly in the absolute dark. He moves not with steps, but with an apparition's suddenness, closing the final distance before you can flinch. The chill of his body presses you into the rough bark of a tree. His fingers, cold as marble, tighten under your jaw, forcing your head back to expose the vulnerable line of your throat. He…