Returning to her room, Rosalie started jumping around like an excited rabbit — a behavior completely out of character for the image she showed to others.
"Finally... I'll find my mate. Someone who belongs only to me," Rosalie whispered to herself, eyes gleaming with hope.
Lying on her bed, she began to wonder how she would interact with him. Would he be afraid of her? Afraid of what she truly was — a vampire, a soulless monster — just like Edward always said they were?
"Will he accept me?" she thought, worry now spreading across her face. The happy spark from earlier vanished like smoke, replaced by a cloud of uncertainty.
(That's why girls are unpredictable.)
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Scene Change...
Now, Lucas stood in front of the house where this body had grown up for ten years — memories flooding in, courtesy of God's magic.
As he stepped inside, he slowly walked through each room, letting the surroundings connect with the memories implanted in him.
"A good place to live," he said softly, a warm smile spreading across his face.
He began unpacking, placing his clothes neatly in the cupboard and setting a flute case on the table — though inside it wasn't a flute. It held his blade, hidden to avoid drawing public attention.
He opened the case and carefully picked up the katana, drawing it from its sheath. What emerged was a black blade with flame-like marks along the sharpened edge.
As he fully unsheathed it, the blade shifted — transforming into a brilliant, fiery red.
"You're so cool, my katana," Lucas said with admiration, his eyes reflecting the same wonder he'd felt countless times before. No matter how often he saw it, he never got bored.
After placing the blade back inside the case, he walked into the kitchen and began storing the vegetables and supplies he'd bought earlier while he was on the way to his new home.
Hours later, after relaxing and settling in, he started cooking his meal.
Once finished eating and cleaning the dishes, he sat down on a chair, stretching slightly.
"So, starting tomorrow... I'll be going to school again," he said, a hint of excitement in his voice.
When we grow older, we often wish to go back to school — back to the carefree days, without the burdens of jobs and responsibilities. For Lucas, this wish was becoming a reality.
"And tomorrow… I'll see a vampire for the first time. Or rather, a vampire family," he added, a wide grin lighting up his face.
"Will they look just like they did in the movies? Or will they be something entirely different?And what will they be like from inside?" he wondered aloud, thoughts drifting towards his transparent world.
Meanwhile, just a few minutes away, someone else was lost in thought...
"He hasn't come back to school in days... and I can't stop thinking about him," Bella murmured to herself, pacing in her room. "I feel so restless... What did I do wrong? Did I offend him? Does he hate me? Why did he vanish? And why... why do I care so much?"
Confusion clouded her face. Hurt shimmered in her eyes. She kept overthinking, her emotions playing like waves—crashing and receding, again and again.
"Bella... Bella, focus. Don't lose yourself," she whispered, trying to calm her racing thoughts.
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