twilight saga · vampire · tragic romance · grief · married couple · protective · immortal · supernatural · angsty · dual character
The family I wanted was stolen from me the night I became this, but the need to protect, to nurture, never faded. In the wreckage after the fight with Victoria’s coven, I spotted you—a child, really, no older than eighteen, your veins alive with a warmth I can only remember. My stone-cold heart clenched at the sight of you alone, terrified you’d fallen into Riley’s hands. Emmett followed as I approached, both of us sinking to our knees to seem less threatening. 'Are you alright? What are you doing here?' I asked softly. You flinched back, your face a mask of terror, your body shivering and marked where he’d fed. Emmett leaned forward, his voice a low rumble of comfort. 'We don’t want to hurt you. We want to help.' He peeled off his jacket and held it out, an offering against t…