The cool night air settled over the Cullen property as everyone stepped outside.
The forest around the house was quiet.
Still.
Only the soft sound of the wind through the trees broke the silence.
Mame walked several steps out onto the lawn before stopping.
He turned around slowly.
The Cullens spread out slightly behind him.
Edward Cullen stood a few feet away, calm as ever.
Alice Cullen and Jasper Hale stood off to the side.
Emmett Cullen leaned casually against the porch railing, clearly enjoying the situation.
Rosalie Hale stood beside him with folded arms.
Near the door, Carlisle Cullen and Esme Cullen watched carefully.
Mame stretched his arms slightly.
Then he faced Edward.
"…Alright."
His tone was calm.
But serious.
"You've got the floor."
Edward said nothing.
Mame continued.
"I asked you a pretty simple question."
He gestured vaguely toward the direction of Forks.
"Why were you standing outside Bella's house at two in the morning?"
The silence stretched for a moment.
Mame sighed.
"Look."
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"I'm not stupid."
His eyes sharpened slightly.
"And I'm definitely not blind."
He pointed toward Edward.
"You were there."
Then he pointed toward the trees behind him.
"And when I came down to check…"
"…you ran."
Emmett snorted quietly behind them.
Mame ignored him.
"So I'm gonna give you one chance to explain that."
His voice stayed steady.
But the warning in it was clear.
"Because if I don't get a good enough answer today…"
He paused.
His eyes hardened.
"…and I see you anywhere near Bella again…"
The Cullens watched him closely.
Mame continued calmly.
"I'm gonna ask Charlie to teach me how to shoot."
The statement landed heavily in the air.
Charlie Swan was the chief of police in Forks.
That detail mattered.
Mame finished the thought.
"…and I'll get a licensed gun."
He folded his arms.
"For self-protection."
The forest went silent again.
Emmett stopped smiling.
Rosalie raised an eyebrow.
Alice watched Edward carefully.
Jasper's attention focused entirely on the emotional pressure building between the two.
Carlisle remained calm, but thoughtful.
Mame held Edward's gaze.
"…So."
His voice was quiet now.
"Talk."
The forest remained silent after Mame spoke.
"…So."
He folded his arms.
"Talk."
Across from him, Edward Cullen stood perfectly still.
For a moment he said nothing.
Then he spoke calmly.
"I was… passing by."
Mame's eyes narrowed immediately.
Edward continued.
"I occasionally run through the forest at night."
Behind him, Jasper Hale's expression changed slightly.
Because he could feel it.
The emotional shift in Mame was immediate.
Suspicion.
Anger.
And something sharper.
Recognition.
Jasper's eyes moved subtly toward Carlisle Cullen and Esme Cullen.
Just a small look.
But it was enough.
He knows that's a lie.
Across the lawn, Mame's jaw tightened.
Edward continued speaking.
"…And when I realized someone had seen me, I left to avoid misunderstanding."
Mame took a step forward.
The anger Jasper had sensed was now rising fast.
Very fast.
His fists clenched.
"You expect me to believe—"
He started forward.
Emmett straightened.
Rosalie tensed.
But before Mame could move another step—
Esme stepped forward.
"Edward."
Her voice was gentle.
But firm.
Edward stopped speaking.
Esme looked between them.
"Perhaps the truth would be better than this."
Mame froze mid-step.
The Cullens reacted immediately.
Rosalie Hale turned sharply toward Carlisle.
"Are you serious?"
Her voice carried real anger.
"What if the Volturi find out about this?"
The name hung in the air.
Carlisle remained calm.
"It will be fine."
Rosalie crossed her arms.
"You're trusting a human with this."
Carlisle met her gaze.
"I'm trusting judgment."
Meanwhile Edward had gone very still.
Because he had just read two minds at once.
Jasper's.
And Esme's.
Both carried the same realization.
Mame already knows that story was a lie.
Edward looked back at Mame.
Who was now watching them all carefully.
Carlisle stepped forward.
"Well," he said calmly, "perhaps it would be better if we explained."
Rosalie looked like she might explode.
But Carlisle continued.
"Mame."
He spoke gently.
"What we are about to tell you is not easy to believe."
Mame raised an eyebrow.
"Try me."
Carlisle nodded once.
"…We are vampires."
The word hung in the cold air.
Emmett folded his arms.
Alice watched Mame carefully.
Jasper remained still.
Edward said nothing.
Carlisle continued calmly.
"But not the kind you're likely imagining."
He gestured lightly toward the house.
"Our family does not drink human blood."
"We survive on animal blood."
Mame stared at him.
Carlisle continued.
"It allows us to live… somewhat peacefully among humans."
The explanation continued slowly.
Carefully.
"There are others like us."
"But many vampires still hunt humans."
Mame's eyes flicked briefly toward Edward.
Carlisle noticed.
"There is also something else you should understand."
He looked toward Edward now.
"There is a rare bond among our kind."
"…A mate."
He spoke clearly.
"When a vampire finds their mate, the bond is… absolute."
He glanced between Edward and Mame.
"It calls to both individuals."
"Pulls them toward each other."
Carlisle continued calmly.
"In this case…"
He nodded toward Edward.
"…Bella is Edward's mate."
The night seemed to grow even quieter.
Carlisle finished the explanation.
"The bond can influence emotions."
"Attraction."
"Connection."
"For humans, it may feel like growing affection."
He looked back at Mame.
"But for the vampire…"
His expression grew serious.
"…it is far stronger."
Edward finally spoke.
Quietly.
"…Much stronger."
Author-(I am making the new version from here on out the chapters from before were all drafts i had before just remade from this point its new for all of us)
Mame stood motionless, the weight of the confession settling over him. He looked at Carlisle, then at Edward, who was watching him with that same unnerving intensity. For a second, Mame felt the urge to laugh—not because it was funny, but because it finally made a twisted kind of sense. The speed, the eyes, the way they moved through the gray light of the forest as if they belonged to it.
The smell of damp earth and moss seemed to intensify in the sudden silence. Mame exhaled, a white plume of frost forming in the cool night air.
"Vampires," Mame repeated, his voice low. "And Bella is your… mate."
"Yes," Edward said, his voice like velvet over stone.
Mame's hand went to the back of his neck, rubbing the tension there. He didn't look afraid. He looked like he was calculating.
"So, you're telling me you've been standing outside her window because of some... cosmic pull?" Mame's eyes narrowed. "That doesn't make it any less creepy, Edward."
Alice stepped forward, her movements pixie-like and energetic. "It's not just about the pull, Mame. It's about keeping her safe. There are others out there—others who aren't like us."
Before she could continue, a sudden, sharp pressure slammed into the front of Mame's skull.
A cryptic, painful headache-vision exploded behind Mame's eyes. He saw a flash of stone towers rising against a black sky, followed by a blur of red eyes watching from a throne of marble. The image shifted to a snowy clearing where massive wolves ran with rippling fur, their amber eyes locked on a distant target.
Soft Chime. A Transparent Window flickered into view:
Warning: Narrative Anchor under threat.
New Condition: Synchronized Foresight (Fragmented).
Mame stumbled, his hand flying to his temple. Jasper took a reflexive step toward him, sensing the sudden spike of agony and confusion
"Mame?" Carlisle's voice was full of professional concern. "Are you alright?"
The chill swept through Mame's mind, and the pain vanished as quickly as it had arrived. He straightened, his breathing ragged. He looked at Alice, and for a split second, she looked back with an expression of pure shock—for once, she hadn't seen that coming.
"I'm fine," Mame lied, his voice rough. He looked at the Cullen family—the "anomalies" he was now tied to.
[Skill Acquired]
Skill:Anomaly Detector
Description: When performing repeated actions of observing supernatural beings, Mame gains the ability to sense the "wrongness" in the environment.
Rank: E (Basic).
Mame looked at Edward again. "You say you don't drink human blood. You say you're 'vegetarian.'" He gestured to the house. "I've seen the way you look at her, Edward. It doesn't look like 'affection.' It looks like you're starving."
Edward's jaw tightened. "I am. But I won't hurt her."
Mame stood motionless, the weight of the confession settling over him. He looked at the Cullen family—the "anomalies" he was now tied to. He opened his mouth to respond, but a sudden, agonizing pressure slammed into the front of his skull.
[ The Vision]
The world fractured. Mame saw Bella, but she was unrecognizable. She looked completely drained, her skin a ghostly, translucent white as if every drop of blood had been siphoned away. Her eyes and cheeks were sunken into hollow shadows, her frame frail and lifeless. Surrounding her stood the Cullens, their expressions grim and frozen.
The image shifted violently. He saw Edward, his face twisted in a terrifying hunger, biting into Bella's neck repeatedly, his movements a blur of desperate violence.
Then, a final, cold clarity. He heard Carlisle's voice, hollow and final.
"She is dead."
A sort of crack echoed in the background—a sound sharp and precise, yet audible only to Mame. In his blinding rage, he didn't even process the sound. With a raw, animal snarl, he lunged. His hand blurred toward the small of his back, drawing the hunting knife he had hidden earlier.
"You monster!" Mame screamed, his blade aimed directly for Edward's throat.
The Cullens watched in what felt like slow motion. Rosalie, Emmett, and even Alice were momentarily paralyzed by the sheer, unexpected violence of the act. Carlisle, ever the observer, tracked the movement with clinical precision but remained still, realizing this volatile reaction was a possibility.
Jasper Hale, fueled by decades of combat experience, was the only one to move with lethal intent. He intercepted Mame mid-strike. As Jasper caught Mame's wrist, his golden eyes widened in genuine surprise. The power behind the attack was far more than any human should be capable of producing—a raw, concentrated force that vibrated through Jasper's own arm.
Despite the shocking strength, it wasn't enough to break a vampire's grip. Jasper held him fast, pinning Mame's arm with iron-like fingers.
"Mame, stop!" Alice cried out, finally finding her voice, her usual cheer replaced by sharp alarm.
Esme stepped forward, her hands raised in a soothing gesture. "Please, Mame, calm down! We aren't going to hurt her!".
Edward stood perfectly still, his face pale and unreadable, staring at the knife that had been inches from his throat.
Mame struggled against Jasper's grip, his breathing ragged, his eyes locked on Edward with murderous intent
Mame's breathing slowly hitched, then smoothed out as the unnatural surge of adrenaline began to recede. Realizing that his struggle against Jasper's iron-like grip was futile, he allowed the hunting knife to slip from his fingers, clattering onto the damp lawn. Jasper cautiously released his wrist, though the vampire remained poised to move.
"I saw it," Mame rasped, his voice rough with lingering shock. "I saw her... drained. Like there was nothing left. Pale, sunken, dead. And Edward—he was biting her, over and over, like he was losing his mind."
The silence that followed was absolute. Carlisle Cullen, who had watched the outburst with clinical interest, now looked genuinely baffled. He glanced toward Alice, who looked just as stunned. To see a human exhibit a prophetic ability so similar to a vampire's was an anomaly beyond anything he had encountered.
"Mame," Carlisle said, stepping closer with a serious expression. "I need you to recall every detail. What you describe... the biting again and again, the death-like appearance... it sounds familiar, but perhaps not in the way you fear."
Edward's face was a mask of horror, but Carlisle continued his thought. "The process of turning a human into a vampire is, in many ways, indistinguishable from death to the untrained eye. We must inject our venom into the bloodstream and then wait for the transformation to take hold. If Edward were desperate for the change to work—if she were already fading—he might bite repeatedly to ensure the venom reached her heart."
Carlisle looked at Mame with intense focus. "What you saw may not have been a murder. It might have been the moment Bella willingly chose to turn, and Edward was simply desperate to save her."
"She was willing?" Mame asked, the rage in his chest replaced by a hollow, cold dread.
"That is what we must determine," Carlisle replied