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nightfall-by-jacqui-natla · 1 year

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21. DRESS SHOPPING

ALANA'S FORECAST REGARDING THE weather proved to be absolutely accurate. The following day, the sky unleashed its torrential downpour upon us. However, to my surprise, I discovered a peculiar comfort in the raindrops that gracefully descended upon my skin. It felt as though the rain was cleansing away all of my anxieties and apprehensions, revitalizing my spirit and leaving me with a sense of rejuvenation.

As we made our way to the bustling London City Centre in a sleek Mercedes, Helena and Alana sat in the front while Rhona and I occupied the back seats. A feeling of discomfort started to wash over me. I wasn't used to being part of such a big group of friends. Despite Bella being my best friend, Angela and Jessica were more like casual acquaintances. And then there was Jessica's jealousy towards Bella and Edward's tight bond, which added an extra layer of tension to the already uneasy atmosphere.

Amidst the turmoil and unpredictability surrounding me, my thoughts couldn't help but drift back to my final evening as a mortal alongside Bella. A wave of memories washed over me, recalling vivid scenes like a flashback in a movie. In that fleeting moment, I found myself whisked away to a time when life was simpler, far removed from the heaviness of eternity and its inevitable repercussions.

As we relaxed in Bella's cozy bedroom, the absence of her father, Charlie, was undeniable. He was busy patrolling the streets as the chief of police, leaving us to our own devices.

"I don't think I'm suited for the whole university scene," I admitted, observing Bella as she gazed longingly out the window. She turned towards me, her expression thoughtful.

"I understand what you mean," she whispered, settling into the chair next to her bed. I sprawled out on the mattress, sensing the weight of her uncertainty.

We sat in silence for a while, with only the gentle hum of the air conditioning breaking the quietness. Finally, I decided to break the silence. "Is something bothering you?"

Bella hesitated for a moment before speaking, her chocolate brown eyes clouded with worry. As I watched her sit down on her chair, I couldn't help but notice the conflicted expression on her face. It was as if she was battling with her own thoughts, trying to make sense of the chaos that was brewing inside her. I lay on her bed, watching her in silence, until I finally spoke up.

"Something's wrong?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Bella shook her head, her eyes still fixed on the window. "No," she replied, barely audible. "Why do you ask?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at her response. "Well, for starters, Edward is always with you," I said, amusement lacing my voice. "And secondly, you keep looking at that window like you're hoping he'll show up in a Mercedes or something."

Bella let out a sigh, her eyes still fixed on the window. "I don't think he has a Mercedes," she whispered softly.

We sat in silence for a brief moment, the tension between us palpable. I could sense that Bella was struggling to open up to me, to share her innermost thoughts and feelings. But I knew that I had to be patient, to wait for her to come to me in her own time.

"That's fine," I finally said, breaking the silence. "You don't have to talk about it."

Bella glanced at me, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and confusion. "It's nothing," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Well, it is, but... Okay, do you remember Jacob Black?"

I leaned my head back and looked at her, my mind racing with a million thoughts and emotions. "Oh, okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Edward's jealous."

"You said it as if it's obvious," Bella replied, her voice laced with amusement.

I couldn't help but smile at her response. "Well, it kind of is," I said, my voice laced with playfulness. "Edward has always been a bit possessive when it comes to you."

Bella let out a small laugh, her eyes finally leaving the window and meeting mine. "I guess you're right," she admitted, a hint of sheepishness in her voice. "But it's not like that with Jacob. We're just friends."

I raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in my eyes. "Just friends, huh?" I said, my voice filled with mock skepticism. "I've seen the way he looks at you, Bella. And I've seen the way you look at him."

Bella blushed, her cheeks turning a shade of pink that made her even more beautiful. "Okay, maybe there's a little more than friendship there," she confessed, her voice barely audible. "But it's complicated."

I nodded, understanding flooding through me. "Love always is," I said, my voice softening. "But Bella, you deserve to be happy. Whether it's with Edward or Jacob or someone else entirely, you deserve to find that happiness."

Tears welled up in Bella's eyes, her vulnerability shining through. "I know," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "But it's hard, you know? To let go of something that feels so right, even if it's not perfect."

I reached out and took her hand in mine, offering her a comforting squeeze. "I understand," I said, my voice gentle. "But sometimes, we have to take risks and make difficult choices in order to find true happiness. And I'll be here for you, every step of the way."

Bella smiled, a mixture of gratitude and relief on her face. "Thank you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I'm glad I have you in my life."

I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of warmth and connection between us.

"I'm glad too, Bella," I replied, my voice filled with affection. "And no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you. Just remember that."

As I concluded my musings, she let out a weary sigh. "You sound like a relationship guru," she quipped. "But you've never experienced it yourself."

I chuckled in response. "I may not have lived it, but I've seen it all on daytime TV," I retorted, and we shared a lighthearted moment.

As I reminisced about that conversation with Bella on my last night as a human, I couldn't help but see the irony in it all. Edward, the love of her life, was a vampire - a creature of the night, not bound by the same mortal limitations as us humans. And yet, she would spend eternity with him, in a way. It was a strange thought, but one that I couldn't shake off.

As I pondered over this, my mind wandered to Jacob Black and how he would be feeling about the upcoming wedding. Was he even invited? If he was, it would undoubtedly be an awkward affair for him. Watching the girl he loved tie the knot with someone else would be a heart-wrenching experience. I wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't invited at all.

The pitter-patter of raindrops on the car roof snapped me back to reality. It was a scene I knew all too well, one that reminded me of the day the men had picked me up from the airport.

"Have you ever felt like you've been here before?" Rhona's voice broke through my thoughts.

I turned to her, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Deja-vu," she explained. "I was looking through your memories and realized that our positions now are just like they were back then."

I couldn't help but laugh at the coincidence. "You're right, it does feel familiar."

Suddenly, a question popped into my mind. "How old were you all when you were turned?"

The car fell silent as they exchanged glances. It was a topic they rarely discussed, but my curiosity got the best of me. They were my family now, and I wanted to know everything about them.

Helena's answer was unexpected, "I was twenty-seven." Despite her youthful appearance, she was actually two hundred and eighty-two years old.

Rhona didn't hesitate to share her age, "I was twenty-five. Now, I'm eighty-two." There was a sense of pride in her voice, as if she had earned every year of her long life.

Alana chimed in, "I was twenty-four. Just turned eighty-three." Her eyes sparkled mischievously, showing that she still had the spirit of the young woman she once was.

As I absorbed their responses, I couldn't help but be captivated by the proximity of their ages and the timing of their transformation. It felt as though destiny had intertwined their paths, connecting them through the same everlasting curse.

"I'm the youngest," I interjected, feeling a tinge of exclusion. "I'm seventeen and how long have I been a newborn?"

Helena swiftly and accurately replied, "Three months. And you're doing remarkably well with your self-control." Her words carried a touch of maternal fondness, as if she took pride in my progress.

Rhona couldn't resist making a witty remark, "Hey, remembering is my specialty." Laughter erupted, solidifying the bond we shared through our shared journey.

As we arrived at the bustling heart of the city, Helena skillfully maneuvered the Mercedes into a prime parking spot at the shopping center. Excitement filled the air as we stepped out of the car, eager to explore the myriad of stores that lay ahead. Dress 2 Party, Phase Eight, Suzannah - the possibilities seemed endless.

We strolled through the streets, our footsteps synchronized like a marching band in a school.

The rain, despite the forecast, was a mere inconvenience to us vampires. The gentle droplets cascaded from the sky, enveloping the bustling streets in a refreshing mist. The clouds shielded us from the harsh glare of the sun, providing a much-needed respite.

Amidst this tranquil ambiance, Helena's voice pierced through. "What's the deal with dresses these days?" she pondered aloud.

Alana nodded in agreement, her expression reflecting the confusion. "The styles are so perplexing."

Unable to resist, I chimed in with curiosity. "What's wrong with them?"

Helena's tone turned wistful as she continued, reminiscing about a bygone era. "Dresses that barely reach the knees... What has become of women's fashion? I miss the elegance of my time. Shoulders covered, skirts that gracefully swept the floors, a modest chest, and the fan I would delicately wave to signal the men."

In that moment, I realized the stark contrast between our generations.

Rhona interjected, her voice laced with a hint of skepticism. "How far do you want us to regress? Do you still yearn for a time when we couldn't vote or have equality?"

Helena's eyes widened, taken aback by Rhona's response. "No, of course not," she quickly clarified. "I simply long for the grace and sophistication that seemed to accompany those fashion choices. It's not about regressing, but rather embracing a different kind of femininity."

Alana chimed in with a thoughtful perspective. "Fashion is ever-evolving, just like society. Perhaps what we consider elegant and stylish now is simply a reflection of the changing times. It doesn't mean we can't appreciate the beauty of the past, but we should also embrace the freedom to express ourselves in new ways."

I nodded in agreement, understanding both sides of the argument. "Fashion is a form of self-expression, and it's subjective. What may be elegant to one person may be outdated to another. We should celebrate the diversity of styles and choices available to us."

As time slipped away, we meandered through the heart of London, our gazes sweeping across the array of dresses in every boutique. The moments swiftly passed as we indulged in trying on numerous ensembles, each of us on a quest to find the ideal attire for the impending wedding.

Just as despair began to settle in, we chanced upon a store adorned with the most breathtaking dresses, each surpassing the previous one in beauty.

With anticipation in our hearts, we stepped into the boutique, the air inside was filled with a sense of elegance and sophistication, as if we had entered a realm of pure enchantment. The soft lighting cast a warm glow on the racks of dresses, illuminating their intricate details and delicate fabrics. It was as if the dresses themselves were whispering tales of romance and grandeur.

We were greeted by a saleswoman, her smile radiating genuine warmth and excitement. She guided us through the aisles, her expert eye discerning our individual tastes and preferences. After browsing through the racks, we finally found our perfect dresses and shoes.

Helena's choice was a true masterpiece. Her red dress flowed gracefully, its skirt reaching just past her ankles. The daring V-line on her chest and the sleeves that reached her elbows added a touch of allure. To complete the look, she paired it with a stunning pair of red high-heels that elongated her legs, making them appear endless.

Alana's selection was equally breathtaking. Her blue draped satin gown exuded elegance, with its folded off-shoulder neckline and a gathered floor-length skirt. The ensemble was perfectly complemented by her blue heels, adding a final touch of sophistication.

And then there was Rhona, who chose a golden dress that was nothing short of a vision of beauty. The sheen low V-neckline, adjustable rouleau straps, and cross over bodice invisible back zip accentuated her figure flawlessly. The midi length skirt with a front hem split added a hint of allure. With her golden eyes, the dress seemed tailor-made for her. To complete the ensemble, she opted for a pair of golden-like heels that added a touch of glamour.

And as for myself, I discovered the ideal black lace dress that hugged my curves flawlessly, featuring sheer lace sleeves and a flowing skirt that fell well above my knees. The black pumps I purchased to go with it were the perfect finishing touch.

Leaving the store, we felt like goddesses, eagerly anticipating the upcoming wedding. On our way home, the clouds rolled in, casting shadows over the city. Then, there was a buzzing sound coming from Rhona. She took her phone out of her pocket and placed it to her ear.

"Hello, Joseph," she said. "Woah, babe, calm down what you mean... Violet? Why would... Okay, we're coming home right now. Okay, bye."

She hung up her phone and looked over at me. "You got some explanation to do."

I frowned, taken aback. "What do you mean?" I asked, my mind racing to remember if I had done something that might have alarmed Joseph today.

Rhona's eyes were serious, her golden gaze piercing through me. "Joseph says there's been a breach at the forest last night. Saoirse and Adeline both wanted to speak with you specifically. He needs us back immediately."

Helena, Alana, and I exchanged worried glances. "Let's go," Helena said, urgency propelling the car forward.

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aurora-by-jacqui-natla · 1 year

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6. A WOLF THING?

AS SHE REACHED OUT TO INGRAM, THE FINAL vampire to see her memory, my eyes caught Jacob's sudden shift in demeanour. He strutted forward, Renesmee's hand slipping away from his cheek, and extended his right arm in a protective stance, shielding her from us.

"Enough show-and-tell for one day," Jacob declared, his voice firm and unwavering.

Show-and-tell? I couldn't help but scoff at the notion. Renesmee was no mere school project to be flaunted and displayed.

"Jacob," Edward interjected, his voice calm and collected. "They won't harm her."

Jacob's response was hesitant, his words laced with uncertainty. "I know, but let's not push it."

Edward nodded, acknowledging Jacob's protectiveness. "Alright, Jacob. Let's give them some time to absorb what they've seen."

Gabriel turned to Edward, his eyes filled with determination. "We've seen enough to know Renesmee isn't an immortal child. But we need to prepare for the Volturi's arrival. We must be united and present a strong front."

Bella gently set Renesmee down, and the little girl scampered off to Jacob's side, her small hand slipping into his larger one.

I was mostly concerned about Jacob's strange behaviour. What was his deal? Acting weird was an understatement. I locked eyes with him, my gaze piercing.

"What's your problem?" I demanded, my voice sharp and accusatory.

As Renesmee let out a drowsy yawn, her tiny arms stretched out like a sleepy kitten. She rubbed her eyes with her delicate fingers before placing her hand on her mother's cheek. I watched the adorable scene unfold before me. If only I were human, I thought, I would have melted into a puddle of goo right then and there.

Bella's eyes softened as she listened to whatever Renesmee was showing her. A slow smile spread across her face, and she leaned down to kiss her daughter's forehead. "Yes, sweetie," she murmured and glanced at Edward. ""She needs a nap."

Jacob relaxed slightly, though his posture remained guarded. He watched the exchange between mother and daughter with an intensity that spoke volumes. His protectiveness was palpable, and while I didn't understand the depth of his feelings, I couldn't deny their authenticity. But it felt weird. He hated vampires and he made it clear.

I seized the opportunity to break the awkward silence, trying to get to the bottom of it. "Hey, Jake," I said, trying to sound friendly. "We should catch up."

I could feel a gulp from Jacob and Edward nodded in agreement, smiling. "Sounds like a good idea," he said, scooping up his wife and daughter in his arms.

"I'll see you later," Bella said, and they made their way out of the living room.

I couldn't help but feel that Edward knew something I was planning to do with Jacob.

"So you and the wolf have a history," Kate asked me, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.

"We were friends when we were human," I replied, trying to keep my tone casual.

"Interesting," Tanya commented, her lips curling into a sly smile.

As I turned to face Jacob, his eyes darted nervously around the room. I could feel the tension building between us, like a storm brewing on the horizon.

"What's going on?" I heard Ingram speaking from behind me.

"This should be good," Joseph seemingly replied to his younger brother.

Jacob took a deep breath and stepped forward, his feet shuffling nervously on the floor. "Violet," he began, his voice barely above a whisper. "Look, it's a wolf thing."

I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued. "What's a wolf thing?" I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

Jacob hesitated for a moment before continuing. "Um... You know about Seth and Ayla?"

I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities.

"And I'm sure you know about...?" Jacob trailed off, his eyes flickering to the ground.

I felt a bitter anger rising within me. "Well, I wouldn't know," I whispered, my voice dripping with venom. "It's a wolf thing."

A few snickers echoed around the room, but I couldn't tell who they came from. Jacob swallowed hard, his eyes pleading with me to understand.

"Then," he said, his voice barely audible. "You know we have no control over it. We can't choose who it happens with."

Suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind. Seth's words at the reception, his declaration of love for Ayla. The imprinting. I felt a chill run down my spine as I realised the truth of Jacob's words. I thought about Ayla's Face Time conversation... it all made sense now. The disgusting feeling in my throat wasn't from thirst, but from the realisation that... Jacob had...

My anger boiled over, and before I knew it, I had grabbed Jacob by the back of his neck and dragged him towards the door. With a swift motion, I flung him outside, watching as he landed on the ground with a thud.

"You imprinted on Renesmee?!" I screamed at him, my voice echoing through the forest.

"It wasn't my choice!" Jacob yelled back, his eyes blazing with frustration.

"She's a kid!" I shouted, my voice cracking with emotion.

"It's not like that," Jacob insisted, desperation creeping into his tone. "You think Edward and Bella would let me be near her if it was?"

"What is imprinting?" Simon's voice cut through the tense silence that had settled over us. I turned my head to see my family and the Denali Coven standing outside, their eyes fixed on me as I delivered a brutal beatdown to Jacob.

"It's a way of finding your soulmate," I replied, watching as confusion and disgust flickered across their faces.

"That's not it," Jacob interjected, his voice defensive.

I turned to face him, my eyes blazing with anger. "That's what Seth told me," I spat.

"He's still new," Jacob shot back, struggling to rise from where he'd fallen. His eyes met mine with a mix of defiance and desperation. "Imprinting isn't about romance. It's about finding someone you need in your life, someone you're meant to protect and care for. It can be romantic, but it doesn't have to be."

"Like hell it isn't romantic," I sneered, not buying a word of it. "She's just a child, Jacob."

"I know," he said, softer now. "But it's not like that. Not yet, at least. For now, it's about being what she needs. A protector, a friend. Nothing more."

I took a step back, my anger still simmering but curiosity beginning to seep in. "And you're saying this isn't your choice?"

Jacob nodded, his eyes earnest. "I didn't choose this, Violet. None of us do. But it's real, and it's powerful. Renesmee is the most important thing in my life now, and I will protect her with everything I have."

I shook my head in disbelief. "You could have imprinted on thousands of women, but you chose her daughter," I ranted, my voice rising. "Even though you had a crush on Bella, her mother!"

I couldn't help but feel like I was in the middle of a dramatic scene straight out of a soap opera. Gasps echoed behind me, as if the audience was watching with bated breath, waiting for the next twist in the plot.

Jacob's face flushed with a mixture of shame and determination. "It's not about choice, Violet. It's something that happens to us wolves. Imprinting is beyond our control."

I felt a deep, unsettling mix of emotions: anger, confusion, betrayal. "But she's just a child," I reiterated, my voice barely holding back the torrent of emotions threatening to overflow.

Jacob took a cautious step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. "I know how it looks. And believe me, I've questioned it myself. But the imprinting bond isn't something sinister. It's about what she needs, not what I want."

His words hung in the air, a fragile explanation trying to bridge an insurmountable gap. I wanted to scream, to argue, to make sense of something that felt fundamentally wrong.

And then, without warning, I lashed out. My fist connected with Jacob's face, the sound of the impact echoing through the trees. But as I stood there, triumphant, I heard something else. Growls, low and menacing, coming from the shadows.

Two massive wolves emerged from the trees, their eyes fixed on me. I could feel the tension in the air, the sense of danger that hung over us like a thick fog. And then, from behind me, came the snarls of the Denali Coven and Alana.

Jacob rose to his feet, his hand held up in a gesture of peace. But I couldn't take my eyes off the wolves. I recognized them, those two grey and sandy beasts that stood before us. They were familiar, somehow, and I couldn't shake the feeling that they knew something I didn't.

Jacob's voice broke through my thoughts, his hand raised in a calming gesture towards Leah. But my attention was solely focused on the sandy wolf, who I recognized as Seth.

"Hey, Seth," I said, my voice low and steady. The wolf bowed his head in response. "Did you two know about Jacob and Renesmee?"

The wolves nodded, their eyes fixed on me. I felt a chill run down my spine, and I turned to Jacob.

"How did they know?" I demanded, my voice rising.

"It's a long story," he said, his eyes flickering with something like fear.

I didn't give him a chance to explain. Without thinking, I lashed out again, my fist connecting with his stomach. He fell to the ground, gasping for air.

As I stood there, panting and triumphant, I couldn't help but feel like I was in the middle of a dramatic scene straight out of a soap opera. But this was no fiction - this was real life, and the stakes were higher than I ever could have imagined.

"Stop this at once, Violet!" bellowed Gabriel's authoritative voice.

"Hold on," interjected Joseph, his tone calm and measured. "Allow her to express herself fully."

Jacob raised his hands in surrender as he stood up. "Okay, okay. I found out that Bella was pregnant and I informed them."

"And I presume they were less than pleased?" I spat out, my bitterness palpable.

"Yes. Sam's initial reaction was to eliminate her, but I stood up to them. When Renesmee was born, Bella perished, and I was devastated. It was then that I had a sudden urge to eradicate the newborn, and..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I interjected, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "Hold up. You were going to murder her?"

Jacob nodded, conceding the truth. "Yes, I was. That's when I imprinted on her."

I stared at him, my anger flaring anew. "You wanted to kill her and then imprinted on her? That's twisted, Jacob."

"It's not like I had a choice," Jacob replied, his voice strained. "The imprinting saved her life. It turned my desire to destroy her into an unbreakable bond to protect her."

I couldn't wrap my mind around it. The whole concept seemed alien, a bizarre mix of destiny and biology that defied logic. "And what about you?" I asked, my voice laced with sarcasm. "Did you even think about how this would affect your life, your relationships?"

Jacob sighed, a deep weariness in his eyes. "I've had to make peace with it, Violet. It's not easy, but it's my reality. Renesmee is my responsibility now."

I looked around, seeking understanding in the faces of those around us. The Denali Coven watched in silence, their expressions a mix of curiosity and caution. My family stood together, their concern evident. Even the wolves, Seth and Leah, seemed on edge, their stances tense.

Gabriel stepped forward, his demeanor calm yet commanding. "We must focus on the larger issue at hand," he said, his voice cutting through the tension. "The Volturi are coming. We need to be prepared, united."

Jacob nodded, his face set with determination. "Agreed. But understand this, Violet. I'll protect Nessie with my life. Whether you accept it or not."

"Nessie?" Alana's voice cut in, her annoyance palpable. "You mean to tell me you've nicknamed that girl after the Loch Ness Monster?"

Jacob let out a sigh, his eyes flickering over to Alana before returning to me. "That's exactly how Bella reacted," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

I shot a glare at her. "Alana, they basically named their kid Résumé. I think Nessie is an appropriate nickname."

Jacob's face softened slightly at my comment, though the tension in the air remained thick. "I understand how it sounds, Violet. But it's her nickname, and it's stuck."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. Whatever. Let's just focus on what we need to do."

Gabriel nodded in agreement. "The Volturi are our primary concern. We must ensure that they see Renesmee for what she is, and that we are united in our stance."

The Denali Coven murmured in assent, and my family shifted their stances, readying themselves for the inevitable confrontation. I turned to Seth, who gave me a reassuring nod. And then, I looked over at Leah, who was staring intently at my family.

I followed her gaze, mainly focusing on Ethan, and saw the disdain etched on her face. She probably hated that more vampires were coming to stay. After all, she had called me a leech at the reception. But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on Jacob's words. Renesmee was the reason. And somehow, that made sense to him.

The night was in complete darkness as I sat on the roof ledge of the Cullens household. I could see stars in the clear sky as I named every Zodiac constellation: Aries, the ram, with its characteristic curve; Taurus, the bull, standing firm and resolute; Gemini, the twins, their stars closely paired; Cancer, the crab, its faint, scattered stars almost elusive; Leo, the lion, bold and regal; Virgo, the maiden, stretched gracefully across the sky; Libra, the scales, balanced delicately; Scorpio, the scorpion, its tail curving ominously; Sagittarius, the archer, poised to release his arrow; Capricorn, the sea-goat, a curious mix of land and water; Aquarius, the water-bearer, pouring out the celestial stream; and Pisces, the fish, swimming in unison through the heavens.

Being a vampire gave me a lot of spare times so studying and naming the star signs. So far, I was nailing it.

I leaned back, propping myself up on my elbows, feeling the rough texture of the shingles beneath my fingertips. The Cullens' house was eerily silent, each of its inhabitants either lost in their thoughts or off on their own nocturnal activities. The air was cool, carrying with it the scent of pine and the distant sound of a stream. It was a night like so many others, yet something about it felt different, as if the universe was on the cusp of revealing a great secret.

The stillness was interrupted by a soft rustling sound. I turned my head to see Ingram emerging from one of the upper windows, his movements as fluid and silent as a shadow. He joined me on the ledge, his red gaze fixed on the same stars that had captured my attention moments before.

"Couldn't rest?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

I shook my head. "Just needed some fresh air. And to think."

Ingram nodded, his eyes reflecting the starlight. "The stars have a way of making everything else seem so small, don't they?"

"Yeah," I agreed, "They do. It's comforting, in a way."

We sat in silence for a while, each lost in our own thoughts. The night seemed to stretch on endlessly, the stars keeping their silent vigil above us. I wondered what Ingram was thinking, if he too felt the same inexplicable tension that had settled over the evening.

"Do you ever think about the future?" I asked suddenly, the words escaping before I could stop them.

Ingram looked at me, his expression thoughtful. "Every day," he admitted. "But the future is always uncertain. It's the present that we can control, the moments we choose to live in right now."

His words hung in the air, heavy with truth. The present, I realized, was all we truly had. The past was unchangeable, and the future unknowable. All we could do was make the most of the time we were given, cherish the moments that defined us.

As the night wore on, we continued to sit in silence, the stars above us a reminder of the vastness of the universe and our small place within it. The darkness no longer felt oppressive but rather a canvas, a backdrop to the stories yet to be written, the adventures yet to be had.

I closed my eyes, letting the cool breeze wash over me, and for the first time in a long while, I felt at peace. Whatever the future held, I knew that I was not alone, that I had found a place where I belonged, surrounded by those who understood me.

And in that moment, under the watchful gaze of the constellations, I made a silent promise to myself: to live each day fully, to embrace the unknown with open arms, and to never forget the beauty of a starry night on the roof of the Cullens' house.

Ingram broke the silence with a question that seemed to echo my own thoughts. "Do you ever miss it? The human life?"

I pondered his question, searching for the right words. "Sometimes," I admitted. "There are moments, little things I took for granted. But then I look at the stars, and I remember why I chose this path."

He nodded, understanding in his eyes. "It's a trade-off, isn't it? Immortality for the simplicity of a human life. But we find our own meaning, our own purpose."

I smiled, grateful for his companionship. "Yes, we do. And maybe that's enough."

The night deepened, and the stars continued their silent dance. Together, we sat on the roof ledge, two immortals in a world that was constantly changing, finding solace in the constellations above and the friendship we had forged. It was a night like no other, a moment suspended in time, a chapter of our lives written in the stars.

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