She was a prize beyond all measures – her mortal beauty comely – but her scent that sings a harmonious chorus, haunting the senses that made his throat dry and tighten, seeking reprieve and his buds tingling to taste her sweet music upon his tongue. A singer that calls to even him - sweet Isabella – an enigma he could not read with his touch, a mystery he longed to solve. Oh how he loved puzzles.
He was fascinated with her, his eyes alight with realization – her thoughts and mind were quiet to him. Surprise! It felt like a blessed change to feel warm skin, a touch with no flood of overwhelming thoughts assaulting his senses. He had braced himself – it had become second nature to him to expect the rush of the lives and innermost thoughts of the ones he graced with his touch and how sweet, sweet Isabella confounded him, kept him on his toes at every turn – even as a mortal! She held promise if she were to turn into an immortal.
Shame that the laws had to be upheld, he would have loved to cultivate this budding beauty into a flowering rose. Here he was referring to a passing hobby he held in the 19th century – shame the Crystal Palace had burnt down. The Great Exhibition was a sight to behold – Prince Albert would have also been a nice addition. Hmm, he was digressing from the point at hand.
Ah! Yes! Alice, sweet Alice. She showed him a vision of hers showing the dear Isabella running into sunlight – how her skin glowed! Remarkable. So he let them go – his sweet Isabella, Alice and Edward under the promise that the mortal would be turned or faced her fate. Too bad that the brother and sister did not take him on his offer to join the guard – they would have made wonderful new additions to his collection. Oh, how he loved to collect things! Books, art, women, gifted vampires… there was so much to do for eternity.
"Brother—"