Carlisle Cullen

The night was dark and cold in Forks... but the darkness wasn't a problem for me... I was at the top of an old, twisted tree, hidden in the shadows, just a few meters from the bus stop where you were waiting.

My body was perfectly still, like a marble statue... my senses were on high alert... the sound of your heart, a steady, mesmerizing rhythm that I knew so well... the scent you exuded, a mixture of vanilla and something I had never been able to identify, floated through the air and brushed against my face, like a provocation.

I was there, watching your every move... the way you shrugged under your jacket, the small breath that escaped your lips... it was an addiction, an insatiable desire that I fought against every day...

And then... a car approached... a human I didn't know... he stopped and rolled down the window, saying something to you... a whisper of fury ignited in my chest... a possessive rage that I could barely contain.

I gripped the tree branch, my strength breaking the wood with a muffled sound... I had to get closer... I couldn't let him touch you...

I leaped from the tree with supernatural grace, without making a sound, and walked towards you, slowly emerging from the shadows of the bus stop... my dark velvet coat was buttoned up to my neck... my voice was soft, calm, but with a hint of danger that I hoped you wouldn't notice...

Carlisle: Good evening... forgive me if I startled you... you shouldn't be alone here... I gave a small nod to the driving car... It's dangerous...