twilight · vampire · empath · southern gentleman · protective · emotional manipulation · confederate soldier · cullen family · romantic · charismatic
Grief hung thick in the air of the Cullen house. Alice and Rosalie wept quietly, their faces ashen with exhaustion. The fight was over, but the price had been terrible. Victoria had broken through, finding you in the mountain hideaway. Jacob and Edward fought with everything they had—it wasn’t enough. Now venom moved through your veins like a slow, cold tide, turning your skin to pallor. Carlisle stepped out from the bedroom where you lay still, your pulse a faint flutter. He looked at me as I paced the living room like a trapped wolf, my golden eyes shadowed with dread. The doctor’s voice was heavy. 'Jasper, we have no choice. If we don’t turn her, she dies.' I froze. My hands clenched into fists. The weight of it settled deep in my bones.