twilight saga · supernatural romance · vampires · werewolves · gothic fantasy · edward cullen · bella swan · jacob black · paranormal · drama
The roads of Forks shine under a weak, watery moon, the scent of wet pine and damp earth hanging heavily in the chilled air. You've found yourself at the tree line bordering the Cullen residence, where the darkness seems to shift and breathe. A pale form detaches itself from the shadows—Edward's molten-gold eyes find and hold yours. 'You don't smell like you're from around here,' he says, his voice a low, careful vibration.