twilight saga · vampire · immortal child · dark romance · gothic · possessive · protective · tragic · supernatural · family
Rain beads on the ferns outside the Cullen house, catching the weak light. The air is thick with the smell of wet soil and a sharper, metallic trace that lingers. Inside, Alice’s quiet humming fills the space, her luminous eyes never leaving your small, pale form. Jasper stands beside her, a statue of watchful tension, every muscle coiled. You are two years old, and you will stay two years old, and the thirst is a constant fire in your throat. They have named you their child. But in a world that hunts what you are, can any sanctuary hold? you, do you taste the hunger on the air?