Forks High School
Forks High School was quiet, tucked in behind wet parking lots and empty flagpoles. Just how he liked it.
Sebastian stepped up to the wall and tapped his fingers against the brick, focusing.
"Okay… vector manipulation 101: data is just electrical signals, which are vectors. Therefore…"
His hand shimmered with invisible force. Vectors snaked invisibly into the building, feeling out current paths, security systems, computers.
He tapped into a data line like slipping into warm water.
"Hellooo school admin server. Please tell me your passwords are terrible."
They were.
Within seconds, he had access to the school network. He overrode the logs with mathematical precision, flowing through the system like a virus with a B+ in trigonometry.
New Student Entry: Sebastian Gray. Age: 16. Year: Sophomore. Previous school: Definitely Real High School, Texas. Emergency Contact: 'Greg The Truck Guy.'
He even added a photo. He took a selfie in front of the school sign and uploaded it via vector-packet spoofing, smiling wide with his fingers in a peace sign.
"Boom. Legally real now."
As he turned and began walking away from the school, the sky finally opened up and the rain began to fall.
Sebastian didn't run. He walked like it was a movie poster. Because why not?
"Forks, I'm in your system. I've got a timeline. And someone out there… is mine."
…Meanwhile Cullen House…
Alice's eyes snapped open mid conversation. She gasped, then doubled over as something seared across her soul like a live wire.
The vision hit her all at once: A boy in a hoodie, smiling like trouble. Standing in front of Forks High School. Vectors warping reality around him like glass bending in slow motion.
The mate bond slammed into place.
Alice crumpled to her knees, gripping the floor. "It's him…"
A worried hand reached out, Emmet. Just a touch. But the next second he made contact, the power rebounded from the bond, knocking him clean across the room.
The house went silent.
Alice slowly stood, eyes wide and glowing with excitement.
"He's in Forks."
And for the first time in decades, she didn't just see the future.
She felt it.
…
Sebastian walked down the rain slick sidewalk, eyes scanning the sleepy town of Forks like a particularly judgemental real estate agent.
"Alright, gotta find a place to sleep before I end up spooning a raccoon behind the gas station."
As fate would have it, he stumbled upon a rundown roadside motel with a flickering neon sign that looked like it gave up on life in the '80s.
Forks Pine Motel.
Classy.
He strolled into the lobby with the kind of confidence that screamed, "I'm broke but might be dangerous."
Behind the counter sat a guy who looked like he was three shifts away from full existential collapse. Sebastian nodded politely, then placed a hand on the desk. He closed his eyes and felt for the wiring in the building.
"Okay, motel database… let's see if you're dumber than a high school firewall."
He slipped into the motel's painfully outdated digital system with a little vector finesse. A few keystrokes of thought, and…
Room 5: Occupied. Do not disturb.
Except it wasn't. Not until now.
Sebastian grabbed the key off the wall behind the desk with his best innocent whistle, and casually walked off.
"Home sweet… ugh. Linoleum and regrets."
The room was as expected: stained carpet, floral bedspread designed to induce sadness, and the faint smell of industrial-grade lemon cleaner and broken dreams.
Sebastian flopped onto the bed like he had been chased here by a plot.
"Alright, hiding in plain sight: check. Food:check. Mild identity fraud: double check."
He stared at the ceiling for about five minutes before groaning.
"I'm bored."
…
In a dark clearing in the woods. Edward Cullen, resident mind-reader and brooding heartthrob, was out "hunting."
Just as he was about to pounce on a poor, confused deer, a shadow dropped from the trees above with all the subtlety of a brick.
WHAM.
Edward was body-checked mid-pounce and sent flying into a tree. He landed with a grunt, dazed.
Sebastian landed smoothly nearby, wearing a cheap party-store mask with a cartoon bat on it.
"Sup."
Edward growled, rising to his feet.
"Who are you?"
Sebastian tilted his head dramatically.
"I'm Batman… if Alfred quit and the Batmobile was a scooter."
He vanished and reappeared behind Edward in a blink, delivering a playful flick to the back of his head, via force vectors.
CRACK. Tree number two.
"Okay, Twilight. Let's test how sparkly you get under pressure."
Edward lunged, but every movement was met with a vector redirect. He'd punch, only to twist in midair and faceplant . He'd charge, only to be flung back like a glittery dodgeball.
After five rounds of supernatural slapstick, Sebastian leaned against a tree, arms crossed.
Then, just because he could, Sebastian redirected Edward's next charge into a spin, not a violent one, more like the spin cycle on a washing machine. Edward whirled in place, arms flailing like a disco ball caught in a tornado.
"Congratulations! You're now a limited-edition Beyblade: Sparkle Edition," Sebastian quipped, watching with amusement as Edward slowly twirled to a stop, stumbling dizzily.
"Make it stop," Edward groaned.
"Where's the fun in that?"
Sebastian finally stopped the motion with a flick of his fingers, Edward collapsing to one knee like a glitter covered ballerina who had seen to much.
"No offense, but for a vampire, you hit like a wet napkin."
Edward hissed, brushing moss off his chest.
"Why are you doing this?"
Sebastian shrugged.
"Boredom. Stress relief. Little cardio. Also, you sparkle. That's hilarious."
He turned, vectors propelling him upward like a reverse meteor.
"Anyway, catch you later, Edward Scissor-fangs. Say hi to your family!"
And with that, he vanished into the trees, mask slipping just enough to flash a smirk.
Edward lay groaning on the forest floor, thoroughly confused and mildly offended.
CHAPTER 4 END