While Lucas lays unconscious, Bella sat in her bedroom, the rain tapping steadily against the window as the dim glow of her laptop illuminated her face, while shadows flickering across her eyes.
Her fingers trembled as they hovered above the keyboard while she finally typed the words Jacob had whispered to her at La Push "Cold one" and press the enter button.
The screen refreshed, filling with search results—ancient myths, fragmented tribal legends, whispered warnings.
Her heartbeat thundered in her chest as she clicked a link titled "Quileute Legends – The Cold Ones." The page loaded slowly, each line of text carrying a weight with haunting images of pale figures with glowing eyes which made her breath falter as they stared back at her from the images.
Bella leaned closer,"The Cold Ones… pale-skinned predators… ice cold to the touch… faster, stronger than any living creature… they drink blood, never age, and avoid the sunlight." Her voice breaking into a whisper as she read.
Memories flashed violently through her mind, Edward stopping the van with nothing but his hand, his golden eyes which turned black, his impossible speed, and his pale skin.
The truth struck her like lightning. "Vampire…" Her lips parted as the word slipped out, almost trembling, she closed the laptop slowly, her face drained of color, her heart racing louder than the storm outside.
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Meanwhile, Lucas lays still in Rosalie's bed from saturday night to sunday night. His body shimmered with a faint golden aura constantly that pulsed like a distant heartbeat and every few moments, the light beneath his skin flickered, subtle, fragile but enough for Rosalie to notice.
She sat beside him, her elegant posture unbroken, yet her hand never left his. Her thumb brushed his skin in a steady rhythm, grounding herself in the warmth of his presence as she never looked away from him.
Outwardly, she looked calm, as graceful as ever. But inside, her nerves tightened with every passing second. The stillness was unbearable to her, only by the sound of his soft breathing and the steady drum of his heartbeat reassured her that he was still there.
Carlisle had already told her that this might take time, just as a human's transformation into a vampire demanded time. His words eased her mind only slightly as knowledge couldn't quiet the storm in her heart.
Lucas wasn't just anyone, he was hers. The most precious piece of her existence and without him being by his side now she can't live even for a second.
As Rosalie's golden eyes never left him, that was when something magical happened again.
As the faint aura surrounding Lucas suddenly brightened, to which her composure cracked. "Everyone!" She gasped, then shouted to call everyone as she stopped holding Lucas hand.
In an instant, footsteps echoed and the Cullens rushed into the room and what they see made them froze and stunned.
Lucas who was laying on the bed was no longer lying still as his body floated above the bed, suspended in mid-air, as it glowed brilliantly like a newborn sun. The light pouring from him spilled across the room, washing over the Cullens in warm, as they started to glow, to their shock.
But to this, Rosalie didn't flinch at the miracle happening around her as she couldn't because her eyes clung desperately to him, as her worry drowning out the awe. "Please… wake up. Don't make me wait any longer."She whispered in her heart as she looked at him, like he was waking up, her expression breaking with concern for his well being.
Then the next seen caught their sight, while transformation unfolded before their eyes as his features sharpened into impossible perfection, as though a divine hand had traced every line and his hair started to grow long until it reaches to his foot making them more shiny then before. His old clothes dissolved into brilliance, replaced by a sleek, form-fitting black shirt-pant bodysuit that blended armor and elegance, and across his chest, a glowing patterns of gold and crimson formed the image of a radiant sun appead and hanafuda earrings on his ears.
Then a flowing cloak emerged, black on the outside but lined with a golden gradient that rippled like molten light from inside. Its edges glowed red, and it hung from his shoulders with a regal weight, crowned by a high, sharp collar.
Behind him a halo emerged which glowed faintly like a sun, while circling him like a divine crown.
His boots, seamless with the bodysuit, pulsed with the same golden-red energy, every step destined to leave brilliance in its wake.
He looked like a being born of battle, royalty, and starlight, a living sun forged into a human form.
The Cullens stared at him, breathless which they are. For the first time, they felt as though divinity itself had stepped into their home or their life.
Rosalie didn't look away even for a second as the whole transformation happened, every detail etched itself into her memory, into her very soul as she looked at him.This was Lucas, her mate, her light, and she wanted to remember him exactly as he was in this moment.
As the last of the brilliance faded, Lucas slowly opened his eyes. They were darker, deeper, mesmerizing beyond reason from before, pulling them in like gravity.
As he opens his eyes, the first sight he met was the Cullens, wide-eyed, silent, gazing at him like they have forgotten everything while looking at him as if they were staring at a god.