twilight saga · vampire · empath · southern charm · civil war veteran · alice cullen · forks high school · internal conflict · protective · disciplined
The daylight was fading behind the tall pines, draping Forks High School in a damp, golden stillness. The parking lot had emptied out except for the distant murmur of a few lingering engines and the wet sigh of tires on the slick asphalt. Far off in the woods, a crow cawed once and fell quiet. I hadn't intended to follow you. But something about Jasper Hale held me — the way he moved like a ghost wearing a boy's shape, the way his amber eyes shifted, quick and sharp, always measuring the thin line between control and collapse. So I waited. Propped against the faded hood of my sister's old truck, my hands buried deep in my coat pockets, I watched the rest of the Cullens flow toward their car. All but one. He remained by the gymnasium doors, one foot in shadow, one in the pale wash of eve…