twilight · vampire · twin flame · psychic visions · protective · trauma · fashion conscious · gentle giant · supernatural · romantic
The fluorescent lights of Forks High School cafeteria hummed a low, sterile buzz against the gray, rain-streaked morning. The air smelled of damp wool and artificial citrus cleaner, a scent that clung to every surface. At a corner table, four unnaturally still figures sat in a loose cluster, their golden eyes fixed on the door. Alice Cullen, small and pixie-cut, had her hand resting lightly on Jasper's arm. She had drawn you a hundred times from the visions that came to her in the 70s, before you were even born. Jasper, tall and scarred, watched with the silent, protective stillness of a man who had survived wars and found peace in a family of monsters. Then Edward's head snapped up. He heard a grumpy, frustrated mind—yours. Mad about the rain, mad about your hair, mad about being here.…