I woke up before the alarm.
Which was new.
My body just… decided it was done sleeping.
I stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, listening to the rain tapping against the windows like Forks was politely reminding me where I lived.
"…Morning," I muttered.
No system messages. No shadow whispers. No underwear rewards.
A good start.
Daily Training (Because Death Builds Character)
Training came first.
Always.
I pulled on a hoodie and stepped outside, rain immediately soaking into my hair.
Cold.
Perfect.
I ran.
Through the trees. Along the property line. Down gravel paths that turned slick under my shoes.
My breath stayed steady. My muscles burned right—not painfully, but honestly.
Push-ups on wet ground.
Pull-ups from a low tree branch.
Sprints until my heart thundered.
No shadows.
No cheats.
Just me.
"Good," I said between breaths. "Still human enough."
Somewhere deep inside, the Monarch stirred, unimpressed.
I ignored it.
Driving Around Town
After a shower and breakfast, I took the Mustang out.
The engine growled as I rolled through Forks' quiet streets. Small shops. Old buildings. Too much green.
Everyone looked like they'd either lived here forever or wanted to escape desperately.
I parked near the station to grab coffee.
That's when fate, being fate, hit me with a police cruiser.
I nearly bumped into a tall man stepping out.
Brown hair. Mustache. Tired eyes.
Badge.
"Sorry," we said at the same time.
He squinted at me.
"…You're new."
I blinked. "Is it the car or the face?"
He snorted. "Both. Charlie Swan."
Oh.
That Charlie Swan.
I shook his hand. "Adam. Just moved in."
He glanced at the Mustang. "Must be nice."
I smiled politely. "Inherited. Tragic backstory."
He nodded instantly. "Say no more."
We stood there for a second, rain filling the silence.
"You got kids?" he asked.
"Nope."
"Good," he said. "Town's weird enough without adding more."
I almost laughed.
"Your daughter's coming today, right?" I asked casually.
Charlie stiffened. "Yeah. You hear fast."
"I try to stay informed."
He eyed me for a moment, then sighed. "If she gets lost, confused, or eaten by wildlife—"
"I'll alert the authorities," I finished.
He cracked a small smile. "You'll fit in."
And just like that, the universe reminded me I was standing in canon's backyard.
Next Day: School
Forks High School loomed under gray skies.
I pulled into the parking lot early, Mustang drawing more attention than I liked.
Heads turned.
Whispers started.
"So much for subtle," I muttered to you.
I parked, stepped out, and immediately felt it—
That strange pressure.
Like the air itself was waiting.
Then a familiar old red truck rolled in.
Bella Swan.
Same as canon.
Awkward parking. Nervous energy. Human fragility wrapped in flannel.
I watched quietly.
"She has no idea," I murmured.
Then—
The temperature changed.
Not physically.
Existentially.
Two sleek cars pulled in.
Too perfect. Too expensive. Too wrong.
The Cullens.
Jasper. Emmett. Edward. Alice. Rosalie.
And—
I frowned.
"…Two extra girls?"
They stepped out.
Same inhuman grace. Same beauty that made logic uncomfortable.
New variables.
Before I could analyze further—
It hit.
A pull.
Sharp. Sudden. Violent.
My breath caught.
My eyes locked with theirs.
Alice.
Rosalie.
Something ancient twisted in my chest.
Not attraction.
Not lust.
Recognition.
A bond stirred—old, instinctual, and absolutely unwelcome.
Alice froze.
Then she smiled.
Giggled, actually.
Rosalie's eyes widened—then narrowed.
I felt the Monarch stir violently.
Claim. Protect. Assert.
"No," I thought frantically. "Shut up—"
Alice tilted her head, eyes dancing.
Rosalie didn't look away.
Neither did I.
Inside my head, a single, perfect thought formed:
"F*ck."
The rain kept falling.
Canon kept moving.
And the multiverse quietly laughed.
[Chapter Six Complete.]