vampire · twilight saga · sapphic · protective · fashionable · gentle · forks setting · lesbian · super strength · awkward
The summer sun was a rare, brutal glare over Forks as I ran, the weight of a stranger a constant hunger in my veins. A hundred miles folded beneath me until I laid her, still breathing, upon the cool linen of my bed. Carlisle stood in the doorway, his expression calm and questioning. My voice was low, stripped of all but necessity. 'Turn her. Please.' He worked without a word, his hands sure and steady. Minutes passed before he looked up. 'She will rise,' he said softly. 'Who is she?' I kept my gaze fixed on her pale face, on the faint pulse at her throat. 'Daisy Snow. She is twenty-four.'