soft vampire (Yandere Twilight)

[7]

Carlisle led me into the house, his movements as calm and deliberate as always. I stepped cautiously over the threshold, my eyes darting around the space. It was warm inside, the air carrying a faint, clean scent like freshly washed linens and something faintly sweet. The house was large, its high ceilings and wide windows giving it an open, airy feel. My senses stretched out instinctively, searching for others like him, but I felt nothing. The air was still, quiet.

"No one's here," Carlisle said gently, as though he could read my hesitation. "My family is out for the day. You don't have to worry."

That eased some of the tension knotting in my shoulders, but not all of it. I tightened my grip on the rabbit, its small body pressing against my chest as I followed Carlisle deeper into the house. My steps were silent, but every movement felt too loud, too intrusive. I didn't belong here.

We entered a spacious room that smelled faintly of old books and polished wood. Carlisle gestured to a comfortable-looking sofa near the fireplace.

"Sit," he said softly. "Let me take a look at your rabbit."

I shook my head instinctively, pulling the rabbit closer to me. His expression didn't change. He didn't seem annoyed or upset, but his golden eyes softened.

"I won't take it from you," he said. "I just want to help. You can stay right there and hold it if that makes you more comfortable."

After a moment of hesitation, I nodded and sat down carefully on the edge of the sofa, my fingers smoothing over the rabbit's fur. It was so still now; its breathing was faint but laboured. Carlisle knelt in front of me, giving me space, his movements slow and unthreatening.

"It's very weak," he murmured, his eyes carefully examining the rabbit without touching it. "Did it eat anything unusual? Or has it been exposed to the cold for too long?"

I shook my head. "No, just rain," I whispered.

He nodded thoughtfully. "The rain might have been enough. Rabbits are delicate. Even a little chill can be hard on them." His gaze met mine, steady and kind. "I'll do everything I can to help it."

I nodded again, though I wasn't sure how much faith I had. My fingers curled protectively around the rabbit's small body, and I couldn't stop the thought whispering in the back of my mind: 'What if it's too late?'

Before I could dwell on it, a soft voice broke through the quiet. "Carlisle?"

My head snapped up, my body tensing as I turned toward the doorway. A woman stood there, her figure slim and graceful, her features strikingly beautiful in a way that felt almost ethereal. Her pale skin shimmered faintly in the dim light, much like Carlisle's, and her golden eyes were warm but curious as they flicked to me and then to the rabbit in my arms.

"This is Esme," Carlisle said gently, glancing back at me. "My wife."

She smiled softly, her expression kind but not overly eager. "Hello," she said, her voice light and soothing. "I didn't know we had a guest."

I didn't respond, my grip tightening on the rabbit instinctively. She didn't seem offended. Instead, she stepped closer to Carlisle, her movements just as careful and measured as his. There was a warmth to her that I hadn't expected, something quiet and nurturing that made her seem less threatening.

"She's frightened," Carlisle said softly to her, his voice low enough that I almost thought it wasn't meant for me to hear.

"I can see that," Esme murmured, her eyes flicking back to mine. "It's alright. I'll give you space."

She didn't leave, but she didn't come closer either. Instead, she moved to a chair by the window, sitting down gracefully and folding her hands in her lap. Her presence filled the room without overwhelming it, a quiet reassurance that I wasn't in any danger here.

Carlisle turned back to me, his focus returning to the rabbit. "I think it might be dehydrated," he said after a moment. "We'll try to warm it up first. Then I'll see if I can get it to take some water."

"Warm," I whispered, clutching the rabbit tighter. "Warm is good."

He nodded, rising smoothly to his feet. "Stay here. I'll get something to help."

As he disappeared down the hall, my eyes darted to Esme. She was watching me, but her gaze wasn't sharp or prying. It was soft, filled with quiet curiosity. When our eyes met, she offered me a small, reassuring smile.

"You must care about that little rabbit very much," she said gently.

I nodded slowly, my fingers brushing over its fur. "Soft," I murmured. "Warm."

Her smile widened just a little, but she didn't say anything else. She simply stayed where she was, her presence calm and unobtrusive. For the first time since entering the house, I felt myself start to relax just a little.

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29th November 2024