Monsters Of Moonlight

Chapter Four

Night's Delicate Beauty

Emmet McCarty-Cullen

What the ever-loving fuck just happened?

One moment, he had stood outside with his family snickering over a very displeased Edward who was getting chewed out by Alice for the way he styled his hair, the next he had caught and begun following the most mouth-watering scent he had ever detected in his ninety-so years of existence.

It was an odd mix of rich French vanilla, subtle hints of cinnamon and fresh night air, the kind that came after a heavy down pour and made the air smell moist and rejuvenated. It was sweet and calming, yet sparked a kind of excitement within him that he had never felt before. The scent didn't rouse his thirst, rather it quenched it entirely, eliciting a whole other instinct within him, one stronger then any form of hunger.

Quickly recognising the emotions - and arousal - he was feeling and its origins, the vampire moved impossibly faster, using every ounce of self control he had to not run at full speed as he followed the scent. Ignoring the people he pushed and barged past, his nose oddly tilted in the air and pupils blown wide, the vampire was about to let out a threatening growl when a tiny figure crashed into him from around a corner.

A flood of sparks electrified his skin as he made contact with the tiny creature, the vampire so lost in the blissful sensation that he almost hadn't noticed his mate tumble to the floor.

Worry quickly overtook him as his gaze snapped down to meet her, the vampires eyes widening at the literal goddess bellow him. Her beauty threw him off, her flawless completion easily - yet impossibly - surpassing that of a vampire and appearing almost inhuman with how angelic she appeared.

The word ethereal quickly came to mind.

An adorable, short concave-bob of silky raven corkscrew curls framed her heart-shaped face delicately, accentuating the rich, dark almond of her complexation and her high cheekbones. A single ivory curl rested at the front right side of her face, her hair parted to fall onto the right while the left was delicately styled into a series of tiny French braids that pulled back towards the back of her head, revealing her left ear. He took notice of the double piecing that decorated her lobe and the cuff pierced threw her helix before continuing his examination of her other features.

She had a tiny little button nose and thick, pouted, cupid's bow lips that naturally tinted a dark strawberry - the single feature turning him on far more then it should have - and a single, adorable freckle on her inner corner of her left eye, resting on her cheek bone. Dark brows furrowed adorably as she regained her bearings, large, doe-like eyes flickering up to meet his through the thick frame of her raven lashes.

The shade of her irises startled him immediately, it was rare to have grey eyes, yet hers were a sparkling silver, practically glowing and reminding him of the full moon on a clear night, the stars even with how their glittering appearance resembled them.

She was a tiny little thing, not likely to even reach his mid chest and had dainty yet defined tones. But if he thought her lips had turned him on earlier, it was nothing compared to what he felt once he took notice to her stunning hourglass shape, the proportionate fullness of her bust and chest and the slimness of her waist leaving him to openly stare.

The growing tightness of his jeans alerted him of a growing problem and the urgency growing within his every instinct told him to throw her over his shoulder and hide her away in the forest to complete their bond.

She was in the middle of apologising to him, the vampire quickly distracted by her wistfully soft, airy tone and attractive British accent before he pulled her into his arms, holding her as tightly as he dared to his chest, looking down at the tiny beauty with admiration.