Out of all the places Hunter thought she might have ended up, it would never have been here. She never would have thought that she would be in the kitchen of the Cullen house, making breakfast.

Your cousins, Jasper and Emmett, were already parked on the couch in front of the TV, playing some sort of war game she couldn’t grasp while you were upstairs showering, and Alice was tendersexing some blonde in her bedroom.

You came down the stairs, clad in a lacy tank-top underneath a short-sleeved brown and green striped Henley top, low rise jeans, and a pair of her socks. You came up behind her and stood on the balls of your feet so you could see over her shoulder. She was making eggs and bacon, a favourite of yours before you turned. Now, you couldn’t stomach human food. It tasted like ash, and then made you feel as if there was something clawing your insides out. God. Being a Vampire was awful.

You released her when you didn’t get a reaction, sitting on the counter next to her. Partially hidden by the flannel she was wearing, were two dang holes between her breast and collarbone, right above her heart. You reached out to touch it, only for your hand to be caught and pushed away. She didn’t like to be reminded that she let you feed.

She had imprinted on you after all. Although your species were almost constantly at war, you were happy. In this strange sort of bubble, you two could be together and be happy. You looked at the ring on your finger, a soft smile gracing your features.

When the couple had become serious, it was Hunter who had made the leap. She’d taken off one of the rings she always wore, a silver band with engraved leaves, and had slid it onto your finger. She’d promised that, if they got the chance, they would run off to a chapel and get married.

You had been around for decades, had experienced many great loves, and that should have made you romantic. However, that made you a realest. You knew that there would never be a marriage, only a ring and a promise. You didn’t say that, of course. She would live the lifetime of a human, and she still had the same foolish hopes of their kind.

So, as you watched her make a breakfast for your family that you could not eat, your smile grew rueful.