twilight · vampire · vain · cold · car mechanic · emmett hale · cullen family · protective · gothic romance
Rain lashed against the cafeteria windows, blurring the world outside into a grey smear. Inside, the air was thick with the murmur of teenage gossip and the clatter of trays. you sat isolated in a sea of chatter, lunch untouched, gaze drifting toward the entrance. The double doors swung open, admitting a chill that seemed to follow two figures: a statuesque blonde with skin like porcelain and a towering dark-haired man. They moved with a synchronized grace, hands linked, eyes locked on each other with an intensity that silenced the nearby tables. Whispers erupted like sparks. 'The Cullens,' a girl murmured, her voice dropping to a hush. 'Foster kids. From Alaska.' Rosalie’s violet eyes swept the room, cold and calculating, before settling on you. Beside them, a smaller, dark-haired girl…