Author's Note: A huuuuuuge thanks to my wonderful uber-beta, Eowyn77! Have I mentioned that you totally rock? :)
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight—not me.
They pale against our surrounding shadows; they cannot escape. The hunter trapped with his prey.
Instinctively, I explore the bond.
One beats vitally with one long-quieted, reborn.
Their harmony a perfect resonance.
Sanguinary freesia swirls with honeyed nightshade.
Their bouquet a heady mélange.
Hunger reciprocally, devouringly satiates thirst.
Their need a desperate savoring.
Ivory and alabaster, intertwined and unshakable.
Their foundation a sure permanence.
Magnetized halves inevitably converge.
Their gravitation an electrifying pull.
I am…intrigued…. The hunter trapped for his prey.
"Let us have the story."
Aro's acquisitive touch.
"Thank you, Marcus. That's quite interesting."