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- dating his dead best friends widow within six months of him dying
- being a shit dad
- being a cop
Twilight from Charlies POV wouldn’t have been a nightmare it would’ve been an ad for the best beer and fishing spots around Forks brought to you by the towns chief of police
Also! iirc Charlie didnt even know that the Cullens left town immediately after Bella went missing (when Eddy abandoned her in the woods).
His first thought wasnt even to go to the Cullen house and look for his daughter before having people comb the woods.
If she got bit during her birthday instead of being body slammed into a piano, the Cullens literally could’ve just taken her and fucked off.
THEY COULDVE BEEN GONE WITH BELLA TURNING AND CHARLIE WOULDVE BEEN STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD FOR HOURS WAITING FOR THEM TO FINISH SIFTING THROUGH TREES.
HE COULDVE SENT A DEPUTY TO GO KNOCK ON THEIR DOOR OR ANYTHING BUT NO, THEY WERE ABLE TO JUST FUCK OFF AND CHARLIE WOULDNT HAVE KNOWN ANYTHING UNTIL HARRY(?) WHO LIVES ON THE REZ AND NOW IN FORKS TELL HIM THAT THEYRE FUCKING GONE.
- dating his dead best friends widow within six months of him dying
- being a shit dad
- being a cop
Twilight from Charlies POV wouldn’t have been a nightmare it would’ve been an ad for the best beer and fishing spots around Forks brought to you by the towns chief of police
bellas birthday disaster expect its a normal friday afternoon and she’s trying to discreetly pop a pimple in the bathroom only for jasper to bust down the door when she squeezes too hard and a little blood comes out
i think bella should’ve been dropping a lot more stuff throughout the series.
-slips on ice walking our of school? her bookbag isnt zipped all the way closed and all her notebooks and loose papers goes flying everywhere
-leaving out late for school? she fumbles with her keys, coffee, book and whatever school project she has until something falls and goes sliding under her truck.
- creepward jumpscares her while shes making charlie dinner? salt shaker fall right into the pot of spaghetti sauce
-she keeps headphones in her ears and can never hear when charlie comes home so she always jumps and drops whatever she’s holding when he suddenly appears sitting on his recliner
i think bella should’ve been dropping a lot more stuff throughout the series.
-slips on ice walking our of school? her bookbag isnt zipped all the way closed and all her notebooks and loose papers goes flying everywhere
-leaving out late for school? she fumbles with her keys, coffee, book and whatever school project she has until something falls and goes sliding under her truck.
- creepward jumpscares her while shes making charlie dinner? salt shaker fall right into the pot of spaghetti sauce
-she keeps headphones in her ears and can never hear when charlie comes home so she always jumps and drops whatever she’s holding when he suddenly appears sitting on his recliner
I have officially revived my Bella/Carlisle fic that I abandoned for 11 years.
Yes I know that's an absolutely ridiculous sentence
It's by far my most popular fic I've ever done, but I lost steam on it a few months after starting back in 2015. The ship was mentioned in a youtube short about twilight and it triggered the old hyperfocus demon. 😂
I started by revising the original material, including rewriting and changing a few things, and I'm now posting the revised version as a new fic.
Anyway, here's this:
Disillusioned (2026)
Carlisle comes back to check on Bella four months after they left to find Bella a shell of her former self. Carlisle finds himself drawn to her, meanwhile his quiet compassion and open affection show her what she had always wanted from Edward that he wasn't willing to give her.
I watched all of the twilight movies back to back and I only sort of regret it. What I will say is that I've never seen a man kiss a woman like he was in such pain. Edward was genuinely about to cry and lowkey I wanna give him back shots for that.
personally I am of the opinion that vegans who are like “the way our food system currently works under capitalism on a large scale is exceptionally cruel to all animals including humans and is not sustainable, so I’m doing what I can to make the most ethical choices available to me about what I eat and encourage others to do the same” are generally very reasonable people who I agree with in spades. but vegans who seem to think human beings are not themselves animals who are ultimately also part of the food chain but instead some kind of other paternalistic higher entity that can never engage in ethical and sustainable hunting practices (and especially the fringe I’ve seen who think other carnivorous animal predators are also evil and need to be eliminated) are people I regard as foolish at best if not actively anti-indigenous and racist
Request: Yes / No Hello! May I please request a fluffy fic of Carlisle Cullen & human-sized fairy!fem!Reader with prompt 7 “I’d choose you in every lifetime.”? @groovy-lady
Requests are open but ONLY from this list! <3 Have a nice day/night
Carlisle Cullen x Fem!Fairy!Reader
Word count: 2073
Warnings: Nothing I think?
Y/N: Your Name
Prompt(s): “I’d choose you in every lifetime.”
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*Carlisle’s POV*
The first time I saw her, I thought I was imagining it. It wouldn’t have been the strangest thing I ever experienced- after three centuries of immortality, of wars and plagues and miracles disguised as tragedies, very little surprised me anymore. Still, when a streak of silver light darted through the trees at the edge of the meadow near Forks, I paused mid-step.
The Olympic forest was hushed in that particular way it always was after rain. Moss glowed emerald beneath the towering evergreens, and the air smelled like damp earth and cedar sap. I had been out hunting alone, enjoying the stillness, letting the quiet wash over me.
The light came again, quick, luminous, deliberate. Not pray. Not a reflection. Alive. I turned toward it slowly, careful not to startle whatever creature had chosen to reveal itself. My golden eyes softened rather than sharpened, my posture relaxed instead of coiled.
“I won’t harm you.” I said gently, my voice carrying easily through the trees.
Silence. Then- A shimmer in the air directly in front of me, as if someone had disturbed the fabric of the world itself. And she stepped out. She was human-sized- perhaps a little on the shorter side- but unmistakably not human. Gossamer wings, translucent and iridescent, unfurled from her back like spun glass, catching the light. They weren’t delicate in the fragile sense; they moved with quiet strength, each subtle flick stirring the forest air. Her skin held a faint luminescence, as though moonlight had taken root beneath it. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, threaded with tiny sparks that blinked in and out like distant stars. Her eyes met mine. Not fearful. Curious. I had met kings and criminals, saints and monsters… but never anything like her.
“Well…” She said after a moment, hands settling on her hips.
“You’re not what I expected.”
I blinked, then smiled.
“I could say the same.”
She tilted her head, studying him openly. “You’re a vampire.”
“Yes.”
“Vegetarian variety.” She added thoughtfully. “You don’t smell like human blood.”
I huffed a quiet laugh, something warm and surprised. “I’m glad to hear that.”
A slow circle around me, she didn’t walk so much as glide, flats barely disturbing the moss. Her wings folded in neatly as she came to stand before me again.
“You’re very bright.” She murmured.
“That’s… not something I’ve been called before.”
She smiled then, quick, mischievous, and breathtaking. “I don’t mean physically. Though you do sparkle a bit.”
I followed her gaze upward to where a thin shaft of sunlight filtered through the canopy, catching faintly on my skin. “Ah.”
“I mean inside.” She clarified softly. “You’re bright in here.” She tapped two fingers lightly over the center of my chest. If I had a heartbeat, it might have stumbled.
“And you are?” I asked gently.
She straightened, wings lifting slightly. “Y/N.”
“Just Y/N?”
“For now.”
A thousand questions stirred in me. What was she? How did she exist? How long had she been here? But I didn’t overwhelm her with them. Instead, I extended a hand, palm up.
“Carlisle Cullen.”
She stared at my hand as though it were a rare artifact.
“Are you not afraid to touch me?”
“No.” I said simply.
A small pause. Then she slipped her hand into mine. Her skin was warm. Not feverish. Not supernatural heat. Just warm. Like sunlight held in human form. Her fingers curled around mine, curious and firm, and the contact was so startlingly gentle that for a moment, the entire forest seemed to exhale.
“You’re cold.” She observed.
“Yes.”
She didn’t pull away. Instead, she squeezed and smiled.
The family did not react the way I had anticipated. Esme was delighted.
“Oh, she’s beautiful.” She breathed the moment Y/N stepped through the front door of our house, wings shimmering in the soft afternoon light. Edward stared openly. Rosalie narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Jasper stood taller, assessing her like she might be a threat. Emmett grinned like Christmas had arrived early. Alice gasped and then laughed, hands flying to her mouth.
“I knew something new was coming! I just couldn’t see it clearly!”
“You can’t see me?” Y/N asked, confused.
“Alice can see the future.” I explained.
“Ohh.” Y/N smiled, fascinated.
Alice’s head tilted. “I can’t see you properly. You’re… blurry. Like static.”
“Fairy magic.” Y/N replied with a shrug.
Rosalie folded her arms. “Fairy.”
“Yes.”
“Like Tinker Bell?” Alice asked.
Y/N blinked. “Who?”
Emmett snorted.
I watched the exchange with quiet fondness, but his attention kept drifting back to her… how she moved through the house without hesitation, touching the wooden banister as though greeting an old friend, peering out the massive windows at the forest with familiarity.
“You’ve been here before.” I realized.
Y/N glanced at me, surprised. “You noticed.”
“I try.”
She stepped closer to the window, wings catching the fading light. “My kind doesn’t stay in one place long. We guard thin spaces. Places where the veil between things is soft.”
“And Forks?” Edward asked.
Y/N smiled faintly. “Forks is very soft.”
Esme exchanged a look with me, concern flickering briefly, but Y/N’s presence didn’t feel threatening. If anything, the air around her hummed with a gentle vibrancy, like spring pressing against winter’s edge.
“So you’re staying?” Emmett asked hopefully.
Y/N hesitated.
“I wasn’t planning to.”
I felt something tighten in my chest at that.
“But…” She added slowly, eyes flicking toward me. “plans change.”
Alice clapped her hands once. “She’s staying!”
Rosalie sighed but said nothing further.
Jasper relaxed only slightly.
And that was how Y/N, a fairy with starlight in her hair, became part of our coven.
I had known love before. I loved Esme deeply, eternally. Our bond was steady and unwavering- a foundation built on mutual compassion and shared values. I loved our children with fierce, paternal devotion. But what grew between Y/N and myself was different. Not replacing. Not diminishing. Just… different.
It began quietly. Conversations in the evenings after the others dispersed- Y/N perched cross-legged on the piano bench while I sat nearby, hands folded loosely in my lap. She asked about the 1600s. I asked about her species. She told me about cities built beneath ancient oaks, about dancing on dew-covered fields before sunrise, about stars that hummed if you listened closely enough. I told her about plague wards, about Italy’s golden age, about standing alone in the snow and choosing mercy when it would have been easier to choose despair.
“You’re very old.” She said once, not unkindly.
“Yes.”
“You don’t seem tired.”
I considered that.
“I was.” I admitted. “For a long time.”
“And now?”
I looked at her. She was lying her back across the piano, wings draped lazily over the polished wood, staring up at the ceiling like she could see beyond it.
“Now, I’m not.” I said softly.
Her gaze shifted to me. There was something in it- something ancient and understanding.
“You’re lonely.” She murmured.
“I have my family.”
“Yes. But you’re lonely.”
I didn’t argue. Instead, I rose and moved to sit beside her, close enough that her wing brushed lightly against my arm. It tingled. Not unpleasantly. Just alive.
“You see too much.” I said gently.
She smiled faintly. “Occupational hazard.”
A moment passed. Then she reached out and took my hand again. This time, I didn’t hesitate.
The first time I kissed her, it was accidental. Or at least, it began that way. She had been perched on the railing of the porch, feet dangling, wings fluttering idly as rain misted over the clearing. I stepped outside to join her, drawn by the quiet.
“You don’t mind the rain?” I asked.
“I like it.” She replied. “It makes everything honest.”
I leaned against the railing beside her. “How so?”
“It washes away pretense.”
I studied her profile- the curve of her cheek, the faint glow at the edge of her skin.
“You speak like someone much older than you appear.”
She grinned. “That’s because I am.”
I chuckled softly.
Then thunder cracked overhead. Instinctively, she startled, just slightly, and her balance shifted. I caught her. One arm around her waist. The other braced against the railing. Her hands landed on my chest. We froze like that. Rain falling, thunder rumbling, her face inches from mine.
“You caught me.” She whispered.
“Always.” I replied without thinking.
Her eyes widened. The moment stretched. Then she leaned up… and pressed her lips to mine. Warm. Soft. Alive. It was unlike any kiss I’d ever known- not just because of the temperature difference, not just because of the faint hum of magic that danced between us. But because she kissed me like I was something fragile. Something worth protecting. I kissed her back slowly, carefully, afraid to break whatever delicate thread had formed between us. When we parted, her forehead rested against mine.
“I shouldn’t…” She murmured.
“You don’t want to?”
Her eyes met mine.
“I do.”
I exhaled slowly.
“Then don’t let fear decide for you.”
She studied me for a long moment. Then smiled.
“You’re very dangerous, Carlisle Cullen.”
I arched a brow. “Am I?”
“Yes.” She said softly. “Because I could love you.”
And for the first time in centuries, I felt something close to fear. Not of her, but of losing her.
It wasn’t dramatic. Our love didn’t explode into being. It unfolded. Like spring. She brought life into the house in small ways- flowers that bloomed out of season, faint golden lights that drifted lazily through the halls at night, laughter that echoed off high ceilings. Esme adored her. Alice treated her like a puzzle she was determined to understand. Emmett asked endless questions about whether she could shrink or grow at will. (She could.) Rosalie and Jasper eventually admitted, quietly, that Y/N’s presence made the house feel warmer. Edward listened to her thoughts sometimes, though they were often layered in strange harmonics that made him tilt his head in confusion. But myself- I watched her like one might watch the sunrise. Not because I feared it wouldn’t come again. But because I understood its rarity.
One evening, as the sky turned a deep violet outside, Y/N stood in the clearing behind the house. Her wings were fully extended. Light shimmered around her. I stepped closer, careful not to interrupt whatever quiet ritual she seemed to be performing.
“You’re glowing brighter.” I observed.
She glanced over her shoulder.
“I’m anchoring.”
“To what?”
She hesitated.
“Forks is thin. But I’m not meant to stay in one place long. If I choose to remain…” Her voice softened.
“I have to bind myself.”
My chest tightened.
“Bind?”
“To this world more fully. To this life.”
“And what would that mean for you?”
She looked at me directly.
“It would mean I don’t return to the Courts unless I unbind.”
Silence fell. The weight of that choice pressed heavily in the air.
“You would give up your home?” I said quietly.
She stepped toward me.
“Home isn’t a place.”
Her hand slipped into mine.
“It’s who you choose.”
I swallowed.
“You shouldn’t sacrifice your nature for me.”
She laughed softly. “Oh, Carlisle. You don’t understand. Loving you doesn’t diminish me.”
Her free hand rose to cup my face.
“It expands me.”
I closed his eyes briefly, leaning into her touch.
“I have lived many lifetimes already…” I said, voice low. “I have been many versions of myself.”
Her thumb traced the edge of my cheekbone.
“And?”
I opened my eyes.
“I’d choose you in every lifetime.”
The words settled between us, steady and unwavering. She didn’t cry. She didn’t look startled. She simply smiled. Soft. Certain.
“I know.” She whispered.
Then her wings flared bright. Light burst outward in a gentle wave, sweeping through the trees, through the clearing, through the very air. I didn’t flinch. I stood firm as magic wrapped around us both like a blessing. When the glow faded, she was still there. Still luminous. Still warm. But something had shifted. She felt… closer. More solid. More rooted. She exhaled slowly.
“It’s done.”
I searched her face. “Are you alright?”
She nodded.
“Yes.”
And then she laughed, bright and free.
“I chose you too, you know.”
For a man who had once believed himself damned beyond redemption, who had walked alone through centuries of shadow… That was everything.
Request: Yes / No ☆Hi again! Could you do a oneshot for the cullens x vampire!fem!reader but the reader is like a vampire cannibal because when she was turned she had witch blood in her veins and she ended up draining the person who turned her because she developed special vemon to liquidify a vampires hard insides into a silver blood like state. Anyways she runs to the cullens when she hears that they are gathering witnesses to defend the existence of Bella Cullens' daughter and [reader] ends up talking to some of the different covens there and they ask her questions about her lifestyle as a different kind of vampire, then when they are around the campfire the night before the battle telling stories; [reader] tells them how she was turned. Also could you add the volturi finding out about her existence when the cullens' + their witnesses and the volturi meet in the snowy field too.☆☆(Also side note: since she drinks vampire blood and I kinda imagine it's silvery and shiny (like their skin is in the sun) her eyes are like a striking silver-ish white color. Also only she can turn other humans into her type of vampire but if a vampire is already turned they cannot convert to her lifestyle like a human-blood drinking vampire can do to become an animal-blood drinking vampire.)☆ @ms-taolin-zero
Requests are open, but for anything I write for but Riverdale, I’m not feeling much inspo for that right now! <3 Have a nice day/night
The Cullens x Fem!Vampire!Reader
Word count: 3031
Warnings: Nothing I think?
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I knew the Volturi were hunting something before I knew what it was. Rumors traveled strangly among vampires. Not through phones or letters or anything human like that. Information passed through whispered conversations in abandoned cathedrals, half-finished sentences in crowded cities, the scent trails left behind by nomads crossing territories. And for the first time in over a century, the rumors weren’t about me.
At first, all I heard was impossible. An immortal child. The Cullens had created an immortal child. Then came the corrections, not immortal, hybrid. Half-human, half-vampire. A child growing instead of frozen. A child with a heartbeat. A child the Volturi intended to destroy before the truth could spread.
I should’ve ignored it, that was the smart thing to do. I’d survived this long by staying out of vampire politics. I avoiced covens, avoided attention, and avoided anywhere Aro might hear whispers of silver eyes and strange venom. But then I heard something else. The Cullens were gathering witnesses, not fighters. Witnesses. And for some reason that mattered to me, because people who gathered witnesses before war usually still believed truth meant something. So I ran to Forks.
By the time I reached the Olympic forests, snow covered everything in thick silver layers. The cold didn’t bother me; nothing really did anymore. But the closer I got to Cullen territory, the more uneasy I became. I could smell them from miles away. Not just the Cullens, but dozens of vampires. Ancient ones, powerful ones, different diets, different covens. The air practically vibrated with tension and venom. I almost turned around twice. Not because I was afraid of fighting. I was afraid of what would happen when vampires smelled me, because they always reacted the same way. Confusion first, then fear, then disgust, sometimes curiosity, occasionally violence. Never comfort. Never safety.
The Cullen house appeared through the trees just after dusk, glowing gold against endless snow. Voices drifted faintly through the forest while vampire scents layered so thickly through the air it almost burned. Too many. Far too many. I stopped at the edge of the clearing silently. Instantly, every vampire froze. God… Vampires were dramatic.
Dozens of crimson and gold eyes snapped toward me at once. The reaction came immediately. The Amazons crouched low. Several nomads hissed. One massive vampire with dark curls, Emmett Cullen, I remembered, stepped stubly in front of the blonde woman beside him. Protective instinct. Interesting. Then the wind shifted, and they caught my scent properly. The entire clearing erupted into chaos.
“What is that?”
“That smell…”
“She reeks of venom.”
“No…”
The blond woman, Rosalie, went rigid instantly. Bella Cullen moved instinctively in front of the small child standing beside her. The child…. Renesmee. Her scent hit me fully then. Human warmth wrapped in vampire sweetness. Heartbeat beneath immortality. Impossible. Beautiful. And terrifyingly fragile. I understood immediately why the Volturi feared her. A bronze-haired vampire stepped forward, eyes narrowed carefully. Edward Cullen. Mind reader, wonderful. His expression shifted strangely. Confused and frustrated.
“I can’t hear her properly.” He murmured quietly. That earned me several more wary looks. I sighed softly.
“Fantastic. We’re already off to a weird start.”
A few vampires blinked; apparently, they expected something more threatening. Carlisle Cullen stepped forward, and immediately, everything changed. I’d heard stories about Carlisle for decades. The compassionate doctor, the vegetarian coven leader, the vampire who collected broken people instead of power. I never believed half of it, then he looked at me. Not my eyes, not my scent, me.
“Welcome.” He said gently.
I actually forgot how to speak for a second, because nobody had greeted me like that in over a century.
“I’m Carlisle Cullen.”
“I know.” My voice came out rougher than intended. Too much running. Too many years alone. Carlisle studied me carefully, not frightened, but curious, compassionate. God, that was worse somehow.
Rosalie crossed her arms tightly. “You still haven’t explained why you smell like that.”
Straight to the point, I appreciated that. I shoved my hands into my coat pockets.
“Because I drink vampire blood.”
Silence.
Then absolute chaos.
“That’s impossible.”
“No vampire can survive on vampire blood.”
“A cannibal?”
The giant one, Emmett, actually looked fascinated.
“Metal as hell though.”
“Emmett.” Rosalie snapped. He shrugged unapologetically. Carlisle remained calm somehow.
“You came here willingly?” He asked softly.
I nodded once.
“I heard you were gathering witnesses.”
Bella’s red eyes narrowed slightly.
“You came to help us?”
“I came because the Volturi kill things they don’t understand.”
Edward’s expression sharpened instantly because I hadn’t said people. Things. And I knew exactly what that felt like. Carlisle glanced briefly toward Renesmee before looking back at me.
“You’re welcome here.”
Several vampires looked horrified by that decision.
The questions started almost immediately. By midnight, I sat near the Cullen house, surrounded by curious immortals while snow drifted lazily through the trees. Some kept their distance, others practically leaned into my space. Apparently, being a vampire cannibal made me tonight’s entertainment. Wonderful. Garrett stared openly, Kate looked delighted, Benjamin seemed scientifically fascinated, the Romanians looked like they were deciding whether to recruit or kill me, and honestly? Could’ve gone either way. Vladimir spoke first.
“You consume our kind.”
I looked over at him. “Yes.”
“And only our kind?”
“No.”
“Well, how?” There it was, the real question.
I leaned back against the porch railing slightly. “My venom is different.”
Kate tilted her head curiously. “Different how?”
I hesitated. I hated explaining this part. Not because it scared me anymore, but because it changed how people looked at me. Always. Still, they deserved honesty.
“When I was human, there was witch blood in my family.” I said quietly.
Bella blinked immediately. “Witches are real?”
I laughed softly. “Oh sweetheart, your married to a vampire. Raise your standards for disbelief.”
Emmett barked out a laugh. Even Rosalie smirked faintly. Carlisle leaned forward slightly.
“Your transformation altered because of it?”
“I think the venom reacted to it somehow.” I stared absently into the snowy trees.
“Normal venom hardens the body, makes vampires nearly indestructible.” My silver eyes lifted toward them again.
“Mike dissolves us.”
Uneasy silence fell over the group.
Benjamin frowned slightly. “Dissolves?”
“If I bite another vampire, my venom liquifies the crystalline structure inside them.” My voice stayed clam from long practice.
“Turns it into something closer to blood.”
Bella visibly shivered.
Rosalie’s expression tightened.
Garrett looked horrified and fascinated simultaneously.
“And then you drink it.” Edward said quietly.
“Yes.”
The silence after that stretched heavily, because they understood now. Not just what I was, but what I represented. A predator to predators. Carlisle studied me carefully.
“And humans?” There was the more important concern. I glanced toward Renesmee instinctively.
“You’re worried I could turn someone.”
Carlisle didn’t deny it. “Yes.”
“If I turn a human, they become what I am.” I said quietly.
Shock rippled outward immediately.
“What?” Bella whispered.
“Your venom rewrites the transformation?” Eleazar asked sharply.
I nodded once.
“But only humans, existing vampires can’t convert.” I shrugged slightly. “I tried once.”
Edward’s eyes narrowed instantly. “Tried?”
I looked away immediately. Bad subject…
“Not willingly.”
That shut everyone up fast. Thank God.
The strange part about staying with the Cullens wasn’t the fear. It was the kindness. Esme made space for me in the house without hesitation. Emmett asked increasingly concerning questions.
“So if you bite me,” He asked one afternoon while lounging upside down on the Cullen living room couch. “would I melt from the inside out or outside in?”
Rosalie smacked him immediately.
“What?”
“No.” I answered dryly. “You’d sparkle into soup.”
Emmett burst out laughing. Rosalie groaned.
“Please stop encouraging him.”
Too late, way too late.
Bella found me outside most nights. I think she understood loneliness better than the others. Or maybe she jsut understood being transformed into something strange. One evening, we stood together outside while snow fell softly through the dark forest around us.
“You leave the house whenever everyone hunts.” Bella observed quietly.
I shrugged.
“Old instinct.”
“You’re afraid.”
I glanced toward her.
“Not for me.”
Understanding crossed her face immediately.
“You think you’ll lose control around us.”
“Yes.” The honesty surprised her slightly. I sighed softly.
“You all smell like prey sometimes.” My silver eyes drifted toward the glowing house.
“Especially newborns.”
Bella looked down briefly.
“Does it ever stop?” The question caught me off guard.
“What?”
“The hunger?”
I thought about that honestly. About silver blood, about thirst, about the instinctive craving I felt whenever vampire venom scented the air.
“No.” I admitted quietly. “You just learned how to live with wanting something.”
Bella looked at me carefully then. “You’re lonely.”
I laughed softly. “That obvious?”
“A little.”
She hesitated before speaking again.
“You know… you don’t have to stay outside all the time.”
God, that almost hurt. Because she meant it, and I genuinely didn’t know what to do with kindness anymore.
More covens arrived over the next few days, and each reacted to me differently. The Irish coven looked unsettled but polite. The Amazons accepted me almost immediately after I insulted the Volturi creatively enough.
“You compare Caius to spoiled mayonnaise.” Senna said thoughtfully.
“He deserves worse.”
Zafrina laughed so hard she nearly fell over. Kate became obsessed with my eyes.
“They’re beautiful.” She informed me bluntly one afternoon. I blinked at her. Nobody had ever called my eyes beautiful before. They were usually called disturbing or unnatural.
“They’re silver because of your diet?” She asked.
I nodded once.
“Vampire blood looks different than human blood.” My fingers traced absently along a forest branch nearby.
“It’s brighter. Metallic almost.”
Bella frowned slightly. “Silver?”
I nodded. “It shines.”
The entire group looked disturbed.
“It sounds pretty.” Renesmee said suddenly.
Everyone froze. I looked down, the little hybrid stood near Bella, holding Jacob’s hand while staring directly at my eyes. No fear, no disgust, just curiosity. Children really were terrifyingly honest.
“You think so?” I asked quietly.
She nodded immediately. “They look like snow.”
Something painfully soft twisted in my chest because children weren’t supposed to look at monsters like that.
The night before the Volturi arrived, massive bonfires burned through the snowy clearing while covens gathered together, sharing stories. Ancient stories. War stories. Love stories. Immortals collected memories the way humans collected scars. I stayed near the edge of the firelight, listening while Vladimir dramatically recounted the Volturi's overthrow of the Romanian coven.
“Cowards.” Stefan muttered darkly.
“Terrible fashion sense too.” I added.
Several vampires laughed. Even Carlisle smiled slightly. The tension eased briefly after that. Then Tanya looked toward me thoughtfully.
“We’ve all shared our histories tonight.”
Ah. The tragic backstory request. I sighed heavily.
“You people are unbelievable nosy.”
Kate grinned immediately. “Correct.”
The fire crackled softly beneath falling snow while dozens of vampires looked toward me expectantly. I should’ve refused. Instead, I stared into the flames.
“I was twenty-two when I died.” Silence settled almost instantly.
“My family lived near Salem originally.” I continued quietly. “Which honestly should’ve been warning enough.”
A few covens exchanged confused looks.
“My grandmother practiced witchcraft.” I shrugged slightly. “Real witchcraft. Protection spells mostly, healing.”
Carlisle leaned forward slightly, fascinated.
“She believed your bloodline carried something unusual?”
“Yes.”
The fire reflected silver in my eyes while old memories crawled up from places I usually buried them.
“Then a vampire found me.”
Rosalie’s expression darkened immediately. She knew already. Women like us always recognized certain stories.
“He killed my family first.”
The clearing went completely still.
“He wanted me afraid before he turned me.”
Bella’s face tightened painfully. I stared into the flames instead of at them.
“I remembered the venom burning.” My voice sounded detached somehow.
“I remember screaming.” A pause.
“Then I remember walking up.”
Everyone listened silently.
“My creator expected a newborn.” A faint smile crossed my face.
“He got me instead.”
Unease spread through the clearing instantly because they could hear it already, the violence waiting in the story.
“He tried to restrain me after I woke.” My hands clenched slightly. “I bit him.”
God… I still remember his face. The confusion, then terror.
“At first I thought something had gone wrong.” My throat tightened slightly.
“His skin started melting.”
Bella visibly flinched. Even some ancient covens looked unsettled now.
“He screamed.” I still hear that sound sometimes. Silver blood across my hands. Moonlight reflecting through it. Bright. Metallic. Beautiful. Horrifying.
“Nobody had ever heard a vampire scream like that before.” I whispered. “Silver blood poured out of him while his body dissolved.”
The fire cracked softly.
“I drank because I was thirsty.” I admitted quietly. “And because I didn’t understnad what I was doing.”
No one interrupted.
“When it was over…” I said softly. “...there was almost nothing left.”
Snow drifted slightly around the clearing.
“Were you alone afterward?” Esme asked gently.
That question almost broke me because there was no fear in her voice, only sadness.
“Yes.”
Esme looked devastated by that answer. Carlisle did too because he understood exactly what that meant. A newborn completely alone. No guidance. No family. No understanding of what she’d become. Just hunger, horror, and isolation.
“How long before the Volturi found out?” Edward asked quietly.
I laughed bitterly.
“They smelled what was left of him.”
That answered enough.
Aro had become obsessed almost immediately afterward. A predator hunting another predator. Except I’d been young then. Terrified. Alone.
“Did they chase you long?” Bella asked softly.
I looked up at the snowy forest surrounding us.
“For decades.” My voice softened. “Aro wanted to know if I could be recreated.”
Several vampires visibly recoiled. Good. They should be.
“I spent over a century running after that.”
Carlisle looked at me carefully.
“That’s why you’re alone.”
Not judgment, but understanding. I met his gaze across the fire.
“I’m dangerous.”
“No, you’re isolated.” Carlisle said gently.
That almost hurt more than the memories because nobody had ever separated those two things before. And maybe I didn’t know how to anymore either.
Morning arrived white and sharp with snow. The field stretched endlessly beneath a pale sky while every witness gathered silently near the tree line. The Volturi were coming. I could tell them already, ancient venom, old blood. Power. Fear. Interesting. Very interesting. The Cullens stood together at the center of the clearing. Bella beside Edward, Renesmee protected carefully between them with Jacob in his wolf form nearby. Every coven tense, waiting. I stayed slightly apart from everyone automatically, not excluded, just careful.
Suddenly, the Volturi emerged from the snow like shadows. Black cloaks against endless white. Aro at the center, Caius beside him, already looking murderous, Marcus looking bored, Jane and Alec silent nearby. Hundreds of guards follow behind them. The field went completely still, then Aro saw me… and everything stopped. He froze so abruptly several guards nearly collided into him. Shocked flashed openly across his ancient face. Caius frowned immediately. Marcus’ eyes also widened. Then the wind shifted. The Volturi caught my scent. Several guards recoiled outright. Jane’s crimson eyes widened. Alec went perfectly still. And Caius, Caius looked terrified. That was satisfying.
“Impossible.” Aro whispered.
I crossed my arms loosely.
“Hello, Aro.”
Edward tensed beside Bella immediately because Aro looked fascinated. Obsessed. The same way collectors looked at priceless things.
“Oh, you survived.” Aro breathed softly.
I smiled coldly. “Disappointed for you, I know.”
Caius recognized me fully then. Hatred twisted across his face immediately.
“No.” He snarled. “Absolutely not.”
Bella looked confused beside Edward. Aro slowly stepped closer.
“You disappeared beautifully.” He murmured.
“I learned quickly.”
The entire field had gone silent now. Everyone watching. Everyone confused. Aro stared at me like I was buried treasure finally uncovered after centuries. I hated that look.
“My dear Carlisle,” Aro said softly without taking his eyes off me. “do you understand what she is?”
Carlisle answered immediately. “She’s a person.”
Something strange flickered across Aro’s face. Amusement maybe.
“Oh, and so very much more.” He said softly. He extended one pale hand toward me slowly.
“May I?”
Edward moved instantly. Protective. Suspicious. I raised one hand slightly without looking back.
“It’s alright.”
Carefully, I stepped forward and touched Aro’s hand. The reaction was immediate. Aro gasped sharply. His crimson eyes widened as my memories flooded through him. My transformation. Silver blood. Screaming. Volturi guards hunting me across continents. Humans experimented on trying to recreate me. Loneliness. Fear. Survival. When contact finally broke, Aro looked shaken. Actually shaken.
“My God…” He whispered.
Caius looked furious now. “What did you see?”
Aro stared at me like I was the answer to a question he’d chased for centuries.
“Evolution.”
The word settled across the snowy field like thunder. Every witness stiffened. Carlisle’s expression darkened slightly. Aro smiled slowly.
“She is the rarest creature our world has ever produced.”
I looked deeply unimpressed. “Flattery from you usually precedes violence.”
Aro laughed softly.
“Still sharp.”
Caius stepped forward abruptly.
“She should be destroyed.”
Instantly, every vampire and wolf tensed. The Cullens moved protectively. Witnesses shifted. Even Volturi guards looked uneasy. I stayed perfectly still. Aro, however, looked offended.
“No.”
Caius stared at him. “No?”
“My dear Caius, she is extraordinary.” Aro murmured.
Extraordinary. Right. That was one word for it. Aro looked at me again with dangerous fascination.
“You could join us.”
And there it was, the obsession. The same obsession that had chased me across continents for over a century. I brust out laughing. Sharp and incredulous across the frozen field.
“Oh, absolutely not.” I said breathlessly.
Aro still smiled.
“You refuse quickly.”
“You hunted me for a hundred years.”
“Because you fascinated me.”
“You dissected humans trying to recreate me.”
The field went dead silent again. Bella looked horrified. Aro tilted his head slightly.
“Yes, unsuccessfully.” He admitted calmly.
I stared at him coldly. “You smell afraid.”
That hit immediately. The Volturi guards visibly reacted because, beneath all the ceremony and power and ancient control, they feared me. A predator built specifically for predators. A vampire who drank immortals themselves. Even Caius took hald a step back unconsciously, and Aro noticed. His smile widened slowly. Not fearful, delighted. Because for the first time in centuries, the Volturi had finally encountered something stronger than them.
