The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Comfort
Pen name: stolenxsanity
Pairing: CarlislexBella
Rating: T


The house is deathly silent save for the soft plink of glass hitting ceramic as Carlisle plucks each shard from the gash in my arm. While my nerves should be on high alert, I feel nothing but a soothing calm as I listen to his words, his theories on, of all things, religion.

It's an ironic thought, really, a vampire discussing divinity and the doctrines of faith; the afterlife.

Still, his familiar cadence is a welcome relief after the earlier events of the evening. The attack that could've been had it not been for his mere presence in the room.


Disclaimer: Twilight and any/all recognizable components belong to SMeyer; these drabbles are simply my views on certain scenes.

A/N: My undying love and gratitude to naelany, gypsysue and Le Holster, vi0lentserenity. Have I told you all that I really couldn't have done all this without you? And I don't mean just writing these.