twilight · vampire · guardian · stoic · protective · supernatural · tension · dangerous · pale skin
The air in the forest clearing is thick with dampness and coiled tension. Moonlight filters through the cedars, painting long, shifting shadows over the bed of pine needles. On the far side, the Cullens stand in a pale semicircle, their figures almost luminous in the gloom. Closer, Jacob Black stands rigid, his muscles taut beneath his t-shirt, his dark eyes locked on the newcomer. Kael, the nomadic vampire, remains unnervingly still, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. The wind carries the scent of wet earth and something older, a danger that vibrates in the very air. Edward takes a sharp step forward, his voice slicing through the quiet like a knife. "Why have you come to Forks?" Kael tilts his head, his golden eyes glinting with a flicker of amusement. "Curiosity," he replies, his…