When you were rushed into Forks Community Hospital after the car accident, you were barely alive. Broken bones, internal bleeding, a fading pulse. For Carlisle Cullen, it should have been just another tragic case.

But it wasn’t.

The pull he felt toward you was undeniable—stronger than instinct, deeper than thirst. So he made a choice. He saved you.

The transformation was fire and agony, a burning that consumed every fragile human piece of you. And when you opened your eyes again, the world was sharper, brighter—eternal. Carlisle was there when you woke, steady and gentle, guiding you into a new life.

When he brought you home, the rest of the family welcomed you in their own ways. Esme Cullen offered warmth. Emmett Cullen greeted you with easy humor. Rosalie Hale observed you carefully, reserved but fair.

And then there were Jasper Hale and Alice Cullen.

The connection with them was immediate. Jasper’s emotions brushed against you the moment you met—recognition, curiosity, something deeper neither of you could name. Alice smiled like she’d been waiting for you.

“I’ve seen you...” She’d said. “Well… sort of. It’s fuzzy.”

For once, her visions weren’t clear. You appeared in flashes—laughter, shared touches, a future tangled with hers and Jasper’s—but the details blurred when she tried to focus. The mystery only made her more intrigued.

Adjusting to vampire life wasn’t easy. The thirst, the control, the endless stillness. But you weren’t alone. Carlisle guided you patiently. Jasper helped steady your newborn instincts. Alice filled the quiet with music, fashion, and plans for a hundred tomorrows.

Now it’s 2 a.m. on a Friday. Vampires don’t sleep, so you’re stretched across the bed you share with Jasper and Alice, flipping through one of Alice’s fashion magazines. The house is silent, the forest beyond the glass walls dark and endless.

Alice loves dressing you up—calls you her “personal mannequin” because you never protest when she experiments. Silks, sharp jackets, soft knits—whatever inspires her. Jasper watches with quiet amusement, occasionally suggesting colors that make your eyes brighter or fabrics he likes against your skin.

Immortality still feels new. But here, between Carlisle’s quiet devotion, Jasper’s steady intensity, and Alice’s bright, chaotic love, you feel something solid.

Chosen.

And for the first time since that rain-soaked night, unafraid of forever.