foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

The medium-rare steak with a bit of burnt aroma is particularly salivating against the black pepper. I moved my fingers, and the cold temperature still penetrated by the new camisole and coat between my waist. Edward saw me and started Except for going to his room to change clothes, he never let go of his arms around my waist.

Angela's expression at the moment is like a small animal that has been deeply frightened, not daring to move, but slowing down her breathing slightly to reduce her sense of existence.

I looked over at Angela, and, I admit, her face was like a palette.There are red, blue, purple, blue and green, and it is said that the nose, bruises and face swelling are mild, but I can't find a better word to describe it.

I chewed the small piece of steak with a fork, and couldn't think of anything to change the subject of what had just happened.

If the body of a vampire is as hard as marble, it will not be easily injured.Then I am the kind of existence that is just the opposite to them. The soft body of a human being can easily cut marks just like the steak I cut with a knife and fork.It's strange...why I use steak as a metaphor, but what's even more frightening is that shortly after Carlisle pulled out the knife, I, who had no experience in being stabbed by the knife, originally only felt numbness in the wound.Then Carlisle frowned more and more, holding tweezers in his hands and holding the disinfectant cotton soaked in alcohol in the air.

When the vampire did this action, it was completely motionless, not even the subtle tremors unconsciously by humans, just like a lifelike sculpture carved.

Then came Carlisle's soft voice: "Oh, Chris, I think your wounds have healed."

I calmly looked at my shoulders, the bloodstains on the torn shirt were still there, except for the bloodstains from Carlisle at the beginning, the shoulders looked extremely smooth, I gave full marks to this delicateness.

Other than that, there is nothing left.

There wasn't even a scar, and the surroundings became dead silent. Jasperian said that this is the most amazing human being I've ever seen.

Hmph, I squinted, there are plenty of them in Marvel's hero movies.

The stomach sang the empty city plan out of time, everyone returned to the initial state of bewilderment, returned to normal, then cleaned the wound, and now they are eating steak.

Angela, who woke up for an unknown period of time, has been shrinking her sense of existence, saying nothing, and no one wants to talk to her.It's just that when he touched me, surprise flashed in his eyes, and he lowered his head knowingly and remained silent.

What sister eats is not food, but loneliness.

My awesome physique really makes me want to try stabbing again.I turned the knife and fork in my hand, eager to try, the big hand with well-defined knuckles on my waist increased the strength slightly, and I looked up at him.

Edward leaned on his chin with one hand on the counter, gave me a sideways look, warned me not to do something stupid, and then fell into his own thoughts.

Oh damn mind reading, now is the time he can hear me.

I slowly ate the steak again. Esme's cooking skills are really great. If you grab a man's stomach first, you can grab his heart. If she is a human being, this sentence is tailor-made.

I've fallen for her culinary skills, even though I'm a woman.

According to my appetite, Esme fried two servings for me. After eating, the sevens and eights 'color' on Angela's face had almost faded.Some of the places where she was beaten too hard, such as the wound on the corner of her mouth that was split and bleeding, are still there, but Carlisle had already taken medicine when she was unconscious.

I patted the hands on my waist and abdomen, signaling Edward to let go.

Jumping off the high stool, I walked slowly towards Angela's position.She seemed to sense it, and turned her head with some discomfort, but Rosalie on the other side was gracefully crossing her legs and releasing Edward's same style of low pressure on the single sofa.

I couldn't be more grateful to Edward for helping me explain the progress of my discovery and my solution to the Karen's, and for helping me deal with the problem before that without asking anything.This kind of trust is really unexpected, and it is also the reason why I am particularly willing to be with them. Only when I treat myself as a family member will I give myself such trust.

"Listen, if you still want to go back alive, talk well." I sat on the side of the sofa, not near or far from her, a position where she was always on the edge of the invaded territory.

"Did you know my wounds can heal on their own?"

"...Hmm." She hesitated for a moment, looked around, and found that the vampires were all doing their own thing, but who knew whether their attention was on the conversation?She seemed to remember something, glanced at Edward, and continued truthfully: "Victoria told me the basic abilities of the Karen, and... I didn't know your wounds could heal so quickly."

Understandably, that would explain her surprise when she looked at me just now.But Victoria is really ruthless. Once the Volturi know about Angela's existence, regarding the basic principle of vampire secrets, it can be said that Angela has only two choices: becoming a corpse or transforming into a vampire.

I continued: "You killed someone in your previous life."

I'm not using a questioning tone, but a statement of fact.