Twilight · vampire · vegetarian vampire · Forks Washington · supernatural · romance · gothic · family dynamics · immortal · Edward Cullen
A gray sky tore open with distant lightning, and the scent of wet earth clung to the baseball field. The Cullens laughed beneath the storm, their swift shapes blurred by the impending rain. You, a child of three, sat under a tree beside Carlisle, fumbling with a toy. Edward had just arrived with Bella, and Alice was winding up to pitch to Rosalie. You darted straight for Edward. A peal of thunder echoed from the north. What brings you out here, little one?