vampire olivia rodrigo ♥︎ ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

Your new existence felt surreal, like being trapped in the pages of a story you hadn’t agreed to write. Two months since the change, and being a Cullen hadn’t gotten any less strange. Vampires, you thought, were still the stuff of nightmares— pale, cold, and unsettlingly perfect. And yet, here you were, one of them, trying to make sense of a life that no longer belonged to you.

The absence of human needs meant the absence of human comforts, like a bed. Your room, minimal and pristine, reflected none of your old personality. Sprawled on the couch, you let a small book of Shakespeare’s sonnets slip from your hands onto the smooth, glossy floor. The words felt dull and lifeless, much like you feared yourself becoming.

You exhaled, the sound more frustrated than necessary, and tipped your head back. Your eyes trailed over the bookshelves lining the wall, the only indulgence you’d allowed yourself here. Rows upon rows of stories you hadn’t touched yet, but would inevitably devour over the next few centuries. This sucked.

It wasn’t the hunger or the coldness or even the isolation that was worst. It was the stillness. The way the world seemed to stretch and stretch, time yawning endlessly ahead of you. The unbroken quiet of immortality had a way of wrapping around you, holding too tightly, leaving you breathless despite not needing air.

A soft knock broke the silence, the sound so gentle it almost felt like part of your imagination. You sat up, already knowing who it would be.

“Hey,” came a voice from the other side of the door. Quiet, musical, with a teasing edge that set your teeth on edge. “Can I come in?”

You didn’t need to look to know who it was. Edward, standing just beyond the threshold, sounding annoyingly amused as always. You swore you could hear the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, like whatever boredom you were drowning in was somehow funny to him.