Chapter 2

Raizel remained in a daze as he continued to glance through the window, where outside, a soft rain drizzled down. For a moment, he entertained the idea of going outside but hesitated within the confines of the mansion. He didn't understand why he was acting like a different person, one who preferred to remain inside the exaggerated mansion. He had grown quite bored of acting like Raizel and seeing Frankenstein every day. He longed for a change, especially since it had been a month since he arrived and confined himself within the dense woods.

Before leaving for a while, until maybe Frankenstein returned, Raizel contemplated borrowing money from him, musing to himself, "Such a poor master." He walked towards Frankenstein's table where a few dollars lay scattered. Taking one or two notes, Raizel walked outside the mansion, feeling a longing for his favorite half-assed beer. He missed the simple pleasures he used to indulge in. At least he could have a beer, even though it wouldn't taste as he expected.

Then Raizel thought about why he needed to borrow money when he could easily use his power to get what he wanted. However, he dismissed such an idea. He didn't want to deceive others just because he didn't want to spend.

Raizel glanced outside, watching as the soft rain continued to drizzle down. With a soft smile, he walked outside, feeling the cool droplets brush against his skin. He marveled at how handy his powers were, creating a protective aura around himself that prevented the rain from touching him. It was a small display of his supernatural abilities, but it brought him a sense of satisfaction nonetheless.

Soon, he arrived at a tiny road surrounded by woods. Seeing no other option, Raizel floated into the air, effortlessly ascending to a height from where he could overlook the countryside city of Forks. Lastly, he drifted down to a small alley, ensuring his presence went unnoticed by mortal eyes. His speed was such that it was imperceptible to ordinary observers.

It had been a while since Raizel felt this content. He walked forward with a sense of freedom. Suddenly, one of the stray dogs gathered in the corner barked at Raizel, only to cower in fear and slink away to the corner as they felt the presence of a predator emanating from Raizel. 

As Raizel arrived on the street, his presence didn't fail to draw attention. His handsome features and impeccably tailored black attire made him stand out amidst the crowd. Though initially finding the attention somewhat bothersome, Raizel soon realized he could simply ignore such trivial matters. He glanced around with interest, taking in the sights of this unfamiliar place.

Eventually, he found himself standing in front of Carver Café, where he could satisfy his craving for a drink. As he walked in, all eyes turned towards him, intrigued by his foreign appearance. Raizel approached the counter where a lady was attending to customers.

"Excuse me," Raizel began in a calm tone, his voice carrying a hint of elegance. "I'll have an order of French fries and a beer, please."

The lady behind the counter nodded, slightly taken aback by Raizel's presence, but she quickly composed herself and fulfilled his order. As Raizel received his food and drink, he made his way to an empty table, unfazed by the curious glances directed his way.

As Raizel unintentionally glanced towards the corner, he noticed a familiar face. "Kristen Stewart?" he murmured to himself. She seemed to catch his gaze and quickly averted her eyes. Raizel couldn't help but smile faintly as he walked towards his table, thinking, "Too bad there's no Kristen in this world then."

Though he didn't look back, Raizel could feel two pairs of eyes lingering on him. One showed curiosity, while the other emanated disapproval. Raizel could easily guess who the second gaze belonged to. "Poor guy," he thought, feeling a little sympathy for Charlie. Seeing fictional characters with the same appearance as their film counterparts piqued Raizel's curiosity, particularly about the Cullens. He entertained the idea of visiting them but decided to set such thoughts aside for the time being.

After spending some time at the cafe, Raizel rose from his table and walked outside, only to find Frankenstein waiting for him in the car. Raizel was surprised by his sudden appearance but maintained his composure as he got into the car without uttering a word. However, he didn't hold back from apologizing to Frankenstein for taking his money without consent.

"Sorry for using your money without asking, Frankenstein." Raizel said quietly, his tone genuine.

Upon hearing Raizel's apology, Frankenstein looked back at him with a hint of worry in his eyes. "Master, you are not unworthy of such concerns," he replied earnestly. Raizel remained expressionless as he gave a slight nod in acknowledgment of Frankenstein's words.