2 Forks.
''AAHHHH!'' Jack shouted and opened his eyes.
His vision was blurry at first, but then he noticed a grey sky above him.
''Dream...'' Jack murmured and stood up.
''Argh...'' He grabbed his head.
''...Fuck!'' Jack cursed; it felt like his head was splitting.
''AARGHH!'' He roared, but suddenly the headache disappeared.
''Eh...?'' Jack looked confused. At first, it felt like someone was drilling at his skull, but the next moment everything was normal.
Everything... except one thing.
''Hello, voice? Getting lazy?'' Jack knocked at his head.
But the voice didn't come.
''Hmm... weird,'' Jack murmured.
He looked around him and saw trees everywhere.
''Forest? Did John again put the fucking drugs on my drink? Last time I ended up at Washington, now where the fuck am I?'' Jack felt another headache coming.
''I told him thousand times that if he drugs me again, I will fucking kill him,'' Jack growled angrily and started strolling in the forests.
The sky was grey like it was about to rain.
''Wait...'' Jack stopped walking; he looked at his outfit.
He was wearing a black leather jacket and black jeans.
''I swear... I am so weird when I am high. Did I become rockstar overnight or something?'' Jack shook his head, ''This jacket is cool, though.''
Jack looked at his leather jacket with admiration. He looked like a complete badass.
''Hmm?'' Jack raised an eyebrow; he felt something in his pockets.
He started going through his pockets and saw three things.
An old-looking phone from around 2008, a key, and an envelope.
He looked at his phone first, ''I thought these phones weren't selling anymore.''
He looked at the blackberry phone in his hand; he put it in his pocket and looked at his keys.
Jack narrowed his eyes but pressed the key.
*DING* *DING*
''Hmm?'' Jack raised an eyebrow and started walking towards the noise.
He exited the forest and saw a motorcycle at the side of the road.
The motorcycle was beautiful Harley-Davidson (The same as Ghost Rider in the movie has, but different color)
The motorcycle was primarily black with some silver lining, definitely a beauty to behold.
Jack once again pressed the key.
*Ding*
The noise came from the motorcycle.
''I-It's mine? From who did I steal this?'' Jack scratched the back of his head.
Jack still had his envelope in his hand, but he stuffed it into his pocket and sat down on the motorcycle seat.
''Comfy...'' He murmured; he took his key and used it to turn on the motorcycle.
*Vroom...*
Jack pressed the accelerator a few times, and as a result, a powerful sound of the engine revving up came.
''Hehe...'' Jack had a huge smile; he took a better seat and started driving.
''Woah!'' Jack stumbled a few times, almost falling down, but shortly afterward, he drove it like a master.
Like the motorcycle has always been his.
*VROOM!*
He drove in the road at a speed that would be illegal in every state, but today he couldn't care less. For some reason, the voice was gone, and he had a beautiful motorcycle underneath him.
He drove for another half an hour until he noticed a sign which made him stop.
[The City of Forks Welcomes You!]
Jack stopped the motorcycle on the side of the road; he looked at the sign with dead-looking eyes.
''Washington... AGAIN! What the fuck is wrong with me!'' Jack started hitting his head, ''I am stupid boy, very stupid!''
''No... Calm down... This is John's fault... Yeah... I will cut his dick off.'' Jack murmured murderously.
*VROOM*
Again he revved up the engine and started driving towards the so-called Forks.
The Forks can't be called beautiful. Dark grey sky, threatening to rain at any time. The buildings weren't very fascinating either, and a lot of forests.
However, the air was very clear, and the green leaves in the trees were pure green, with the smell of nature assaulting his nostrils.
After another ten minutes of driving, he noticed a small diner not far from him.
He controlled the motorcycle masterfully and parked the bike.
Jack was still sitting in the seat of the motorcycle; he grabbed the envelope from his pocket and opened it.
He saw a pair of keys and a stack of money, with a small letter.
''What the...'' Jack grabbed the keys with the number 225 on it.
Next, he looked at the stack of money. He has never seen as much money in his life. Easily over 10k in American dollars.
''Ok... Who did I rob?'' Jack facepalmed.
Next, he looked at the letter and started reading.
[Dear Jack Mikaelson. You have been chosen to be my vessel of Vengeance. Your chosen world is Twilight, and you are the Vengeance who will purge the world from evil sinners. Complete your mission, and you may return to your family.
-Mephisto]
Jack narrowed his eyes, he started reading the text again.
One time... Two Times... Ten times...
''Is this a joke?'' Jack ripped the letter and threw it away.
''Nice ride!'' Jack turned his head and saw a few girls in their 17s shouting before entering the diner.
He was about to answer back, but then he saw his reflection in the window.
''What...'' He murmured and walked closer towards the window.
He saw a handsome young man in his 17s, with stunning black hair and black eyes. He had attractive arched eyebrows with a sharp jawline and a perfect dainty nose.
''Who?'' Jack touched his face, and the reflection did the exact same.
''T-This can't be...'' Jack quickly took the BlackBerry phone from his pocket and dialed his father's number.
*Ring*
The phone rang a few times until the voice on the phone said, ''The phone number doesn't exist.''
''No...'' Jack dropped the phone out of shock.
'This must be a joke... Maybe it wasn't a dream after all... I am dead?' Jack scratched the back of his head out of frustration; he picked up the BlackBerry phone and sat down on his motorcycle.
*Vroom*
Jack quickly drove off and started driving towards Pacific Inn Motel.
He quickly arrived there; he looked at his key, which had Pacific Inn Motel's logo and the number 225 on it.
He parked his motorcycle and locked it.
Jack blindly searched for the room until finally, he found it after 10 minutes of searching.
He opened the door and saw not a very fancy room.
A single bed with an old-looking TV. There was one bathroom with a sink and a shower.
Jack sat down on his bed and started remembering the letter.
Since he did read it dozens of times, he remembered it perfectly.
''Twilight..? Forks... I was actually born in the world of Werewolves and Vampires?'' Jack scratched his head, ''I am an ordinary human! How should I fight them?!''
*Ding* *Ding*
Jack perked up his ears and looked at the door.
With careful steps, he opened the door and saw a postman.
''Yes?'' Jack asked warily.
''Is your name Jack Mikaelson?'' The postman asked.
Jack nodded, ''That's me.''
The postman nodded and offered an envelope, ''Sign here.'' He offered a pencil.
Jack took the envelope and signed the papers as he was being told to.
The postman nodded and left shortly afterward, leaving the envelope behind.
Jack closed the door and opened the envelope.
[Dear Jack Mikaelson. You have been accepted as a student for Forks' High School.
You are expected to report to your school Friday. If you decide to reject, send a separate letter to announce it.
-Forks High School Principal]
Jack looked at the calendar and saw that it was Thursday.
''Forks High School... The place where the movie takes place...'' Jack folded the letter and put it on his jacket.
He opened the door and left towards his motorcycle.
*Vroom*
With revving the engine, he started driving towards the High School with a rapid heartbeat.
[Forks High School - Home of the Spartans!]
Jack entered the school premises with his motorcycle.
His figure instantly caught everyone's attention. Forks wasn't exactly a big community.
He parked his bike and entered the school under the questioning faces of many.
He went towards the registration desk and put his letter on it.
''Here to register.''
''Name?'' The woman asked.
''Jack Mikaelson,'' Jack said.
The woman nodded and started typing on the keyboard, ''Done, you are expected to join the school on Monday. This is your class list.'' The woman offered a paper.
Jack grabbed it and only glanced at what his classes were; he turned around and left the building.
But once he reached his motorcycle, he turned his head and saw a group of 6 exiting their cars.
A muscular man was walking with a silly grin on his face. He was very tall and burly. He was very handsome with dimples and slightly curly, dark brown hair that almost looked black, giving him a childish look not often seen in a grown man.
Next to him, a beautiful blond-haired woman was walking while holding his hand. She is 5'9" tall and statuesque, with an elegant figure similar to a model's. She has long, wavy blond hair that falls halfway down to the middle of her back that perfectly suits her golden/black eyes. Jack admits that she is definitely the most beautiful person he has ever seen.
'Emmett... Rosalie...'
Behind them, a young man with a pale face, which looked like he was in pain. He has honey-blond hair that falls just above his collar. He is muscular but lean; he shares a similar look with other Cullens, inhumanly beautiful.
He was walking together with a young woman with bronze hair. She has extremely attractive, with a petite build and muscles under her perfectly smooth white skin.
'Jasper... But who is she?' Jack thought with wonder; he had no idea who the bronze-haired girl was.
Behind them, a brown-haired young man was walking silently.
His facial features are perfect and angular with high cheekbones, a strong jawline, perfect eyebrows, a straight nose, and full lips.
'Edward...'
Behind him, a lovely person was walking; she was petite, with small, pixie-like features. She also has large eyes and long, delicate eyebrows. She was hopping cheerfully behind her family, but then she stopped moving entirely, and her face became expressionless.
The other Cullens also stopped and looked at Alice with questioning face, but once they saw her face. They quickly surrounded her, shielding her from prying eyes.
Jack shook his head; he sat down on his motorcycle, and drove out of the school premises. He is confident that he has nothing to do with the main cast; he is only an ordinary teenager.
He didn't notice that after the vision ended, a certain pixie's eyes lingered in his direction for a very long time.
