Raizel—or rather, Jay, but at this point, what even was identity anymore—remained in a daze as he stared out the window. The soft rain drizzled down outside, gray and endless, like a metaphor for his entire existence.
For a brief moment, he sidered stepping outside. But then he hesitated.
Why?
Why was he ag like a different person? A month ago, he was just a guy who liked woman, beer, and living a fortable, drama-free life. Now? He was sitting alone in an obnoxiously oversized mansion, avoiding social iion like a cryptid.
Was he… ging?
Being someone else?
Nope. Nope. Not dealing with that right now. That roblem for future him. Right now, he had a bigger problem.
Boredom.
He was sibsp;of this mansion, sibsp;of Fraein h around him, and sibsp;of pretending to be the mysterious, all-powerful Noblesse. It had been aire month, and he was officially losing his mind.
It was time for a ge.
Maybe he'd sneak out for a bit, just for a little break before Fraeiurned. But first…
Jay eyed the desk. A few scattered dolr bills y there, abandoned and unsuspeg.
Such a poor master, he mused to himself as he casually borrowed some of Fraein's money.
Teically, was it stealing if Fraein worshipped the ground he walked on? Unlikely. It was more like a tax.
With cash in hand, Jay stepped outside, inhaling the cool, raied air. He missed the simple pleasures of life—like a half-assed, questionably cheap beer. He k wouldn't taste the same, but damn it, he needed something familiar.
Then a thought hit him.
Wait.
Why was he taking money when he could literally just use his powers to get anything he wanted?
He could walk into a store, say "You will give me beer," and they would.
He sidered it for a moment.
Then immediately rejected the idea.
Even Raizel might have standard, so does he. He refused to use mind trol just to avoid spending mohat was a line he would not cross.
Instead, he did what any all-powerful being trapped in a fial dream would do—he created a subtle aura around himself, ensuring the rain ouched him. It was small flex, but hey, he had to take his victories where he could.
He walked down a quiet road, surrounded by dense woods. He could've taken a normal path, like a normal person.
Instead, he floated into the air like a dist vampire Superman.
Asding high above, he overlooked the dreary tryside of Forks. Yep. Still depressing.
Eventually, he nded in a small alley, making sure no one saw him. His speed was supernatural, too quick for humao follow.
For the first time in a while, Jay felt tent. Free.
And then—
A stray dog barked at him from the er.
Jay barely spared it a gnce.
The dog immediately regretted its life choices.
Its tail tucked between its legs as it whimpered, bag into the shadows like it had seen Monster.
Jay blinked.
"…I need a drink."
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As Raizel walked dowreet, the attentioracted was both expected and annoying. His fwlessly tailored bck outfit and strikiures made him look less like a casual passerby and more like someone who had either escaped from a high-fashion magazine or had e to personally judge everyone's life choices.
He could practically hear the thoughts of the people around him:
Who is that?
Is he famous?
Did I just fall in love?
Raizel sighed. Ig. Ig. You are just here for a beer.
That aside… he was in America.
The thought actually excited him. He had never been here before—not in his past life. The nd of fast food, ridiculous wsuits, and people who always seemed to have an opinion ohing.
Forks was a small, quiet town, vastly different from the grand cities he had imagined, but it had its own charm. The misty streets, the t evergreens, the gloomy skies—it all felt oddly fitting.
I should probably see New York at some point… or Los Vegas… or try every burger p the try, he mused.
But first—beer.
Soon, he arrived at Carver Café. A modest pothing fancy—but if it had beer, it was already a five-star establishment in his books.
As soon as he walked in, silence.
All eyes turo him.
The fn, absurdly handsome, walking enigma of a man who had just eheir humble establishment.
Raizel pretended not to notice as he approached the ter, where a dy was busy with ers.
"Excuse me." His voice was smooth, calm, elegant—pletely betraying his inner exasperation. "I'll have an order of fresh fries and a beer, please."
The womaated for half a sed before nodding and hurrying to fulfill his order.
Even as he made his way to ay table, Raizel could feel the eyes still on him.
Curious. Intrigued.
And then—
A familiar face.
He blinked.
"Kriste?"
He muttered it to himself, but apparently, his voice carried because the woman iion quickly looked aretending she had never seen him.
Raizel smiled faintly.
"Too bad there's no Kristen in this world then."
But he had no doubt who she was.
He didn't look back, but he could feel two specific sets of eyes lingering on him.
One—curiosity.
The other—disapproval.
Raizel already khe source of the sed gaze.
"Puy," he thought with mild amusement, sparing a moment of sympathy for Charlie Swan, the overworked, emotionally exhausted father of a stupid girl.
The realization that fial characters were real in this world was… iing.
He briefly eaihe idea of paying Cullen's a visit. Maybe introduce himself, see if he could cause some chaos.
Then he remembered he still had zero idea how this crossover world funed, so maybe he should put a pin in that pn.
For now.
After finishing his food, Raizel finally rose from his seat, stepping outside—
Only to find Fraein.
Waiting.
In a car.
Of course.
Raizel stared.
Fraein stared back.
Raizel sighed.
Without a word, he opehe door and got in.
The sileretched for a moment before he finally muttered, "Sorry for using your money without asking, Fraein."
His tone was… awkward.
Fraein turned his head, his expression unreadable—except for the fairace of .
"Master, there is no need for you to trouble yourself over such matters," he said early.
Raizel remained expressionless, giving a small nod in aowledgment.
Meanwhile, internally:
Well. That was dramatic.
