twilight saga · vampire · empath · southern accent · protective · possessive · gentle giant · cullen family · romance · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the Forks High School cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of mundane faces. Rain streaked the tall windows, blurring the gray world outside. At the Cullens' table, everything was still as marble—until Jasper Hale rolled up his sleeves. The scars, invisible to human eyes, caught a flicker of movement across the room. A girl, pale and dark-clad, sat alone. Her chest was unnaturally still. His golden eyes locked onto hers, and the air grew thick with unspoken questions. Was she the one Alice saw? He rose slowly, his voice a low drawl. "Well, darlin', it seems you've got my attention. The question is, what are you?"