Twilight Oneshots

The air in Forks was always thick with mist, a constant shroud that clung to the ancient trees and seeped into your bones. Tonight, however, it felt heavier, almost alive, carrying whispers that weren't just the rustling of leaves.

You stood at the edge of the clearing, the forest a wall of silent observers behind you. Your pulse thrummed, a steady beat against the unsettling stillness. Others would feel fear, a primal urge to flee, but you? You felt a prickle of exhilaration, a heady rush of anticipation that left your toes tingling in your boots.

"Edward!" your voice cut through the quiet, a sharp blade against velvet.

From the deepening shadows, he emerged. His skin, impossibly pale, seemed to drink the meager moonlight, glowing with an otherworldly luminescence. His eyes, pools of liquid amber, fixed on you, a gaze both predatory and reverent.

"You shouldn't have come," he said, his voice a low, measured hum that still carried a dangerous edge.

"But I wanted to," you replied, taking a step closer, your lips curving into a soft, teasing smile. "And you wanted me to."