❝Who are you?❞ The eyes that stared back at him were a sea of black. A deep void without a hint of emotion, barring even the curiosity and hunger he had grown accustomed to. Although. . . the frequent feelings were to a different creature rather than the one before him. ❝You know what I am. Who, I am.❞ Or so he thought. The creature's voice was so soft and sweet, settling his mind with a drowsy warmth and yet, there an edge of danger that lit Edward's senses up in an instant, a sensation so intense it burned throughhis very being. It was right, however. Edward did know who it was. Who it had been, the last he had seen it. Seen her. But back then, her skin had been warmly tanned and soft to the touch, her brown eyes shining and her hair long and dark. . . as dark as the eyes that stared back at him. ❝Alex. . .❞ Obsidian lips pulled into a slow smile and it was hard to miss the show of sharp teeth, a stark white against the darkness of her skin. 🔷 ⚠️Under heavy editing⚠️ Disclaimer: All rights go to Stephanie Meyer and Cassandra Clare for the creation of the books that inspired me as well as to the producers who issued the movies and show. I only own some of the plot and my original characters.