I sink deeper into my love's arms, trying to forget the vampire he just killed, the werewolf ex best friend that has been hurt, and the vampire that the Volturi⦠disposed of. His cold arms, usually causing me to freeze, are cool and refreshing, and it helps on a warm summer night.
But try as I might, I cannot get to sleep. I'm afraid of the nightmares that threaten to consume me.
Lying in my vampire's arms, I cower, afraid of the dark, hoping for the light to come forward. I only hope that my beautiful love can protect me.
By Inkhandedlady AN: My terrible attempt at Edwella.
