'What if they grown longer and even more tipped, or my hair becomes blonde like in those elf movies or my eyes change colour, how am I going to explain that to other people. Would I just have to leave Forks instantly?'
Shaking his head slightly, Alan released a deep long sigh before he pressed the yes button and got up, it wasn't worth thinking about it at the moment, what would it matter, why would any of those things even matter if he ended up dying before that time even came, it wouldn't matter at all if he was just some possessed doll.
'I'm thinking about what I should do as if I'm not already in a fucked position. What I should do now, is simple… kill that fucking bastard or escape and never let 'it' find me again.' Alan thought finally as his expression under the gas mask and night vision goggles changed to an expression that could only be called pure hatred for the man, or thing that he had seen possess his friends.
'Don't worry guys… I'm coming back to help you guys. Just wait a bit longer.'
With that, Alan started walking deeper into the Alley once more, his figure vanishing into the darkness as he walked further and further away, into the depths of the tokyo alley that had practically transformed into a luscious cave.
Minutes turned into hours, as the sky started brightening up once more on a saturday morning in Forks.
No one had seen Alan in almost three entire days at this point. Not his classmates, not his neighbours and not the Cullen's either.
Alice was stuck inside the Cullen mansion, with Esme Cullen being on constant watch of her, whilst the rest of the vampire coven had gone out periodically to search however none of them had found a single clue as to where the boy could be.
It was as if he had vanished into thin air out of the blue, no one had seen him leave and no one had seen him come back either.
At one point, Carlisle had almost decided to head to the border with the Quileute tribe and ask them for help in searching however he had decided against it, the Quileute still had a deep hatred for the Cullens and their kind, they would most likely be mocked and if Alan did ever come back, he could become a target to the tribe's younger members simply because they would want to get back at the Cullens. Carlisle had seen how the hatred had been passed down to the next generation of the tribe, generation after generation and he knew that the younger generation likely didn't have the same restraint or maturity yet as the rest of them.
It was at that moment, at exactly five am in the morning, that the air before Alan's apartment shimmered and in the very next instant… someone was there, as if they had teleported, one moment there was no one there and the next, they were there.
The person was clearly a man, with short black healthy hair that almost seemed to shine, skin that was utterly pale and yet it didn't seem sickly or like a corpse, it looked healthy, with a face that seemed to be carved out of marble and crafted by a master sculptor. Their ears were different aswell, with them beig thinner and slightly longer than human ears, the upper end of them sharp instead of the rounded ears that humans had.
And as they opened their eyes, They were a mix of colours, the iris was undoubtedly brown around the pupil however the edges of it had clear flakes of green that made them seem in a way mystical in nature.
Taking a long drawn out breath slowly and then releasing it just as slow, the man… Alan Walker, finally lifted his head fully and gazed at his apartment window from the street bellow where he was standing.
He was alive, and he was finally back… just not exactly the same person, but the soul inside, that was undoubtedly the same.
'It feels good… really good.' Alan thought to himself as his lips slowly curled up just slightly at the ends, giving him what appeared to be a gentle almost serene like expression, a complete difference to his pure hatred and anger merely hours ago and yet if one were to look inside of him… the emotions hadn't changed at all, neither had his thoughts, it was simply that the way those thoughts and emotions were being conveyed to the outside world had changed in a drastic manner.
As soon as his gaze had gone to his window, Alan felt it, someone was there, the image that he could see through his window, it looked… wrong, it looked just slightly wrong, it wasn't something that he would have noticed before, or if he hadn't been on guard however because of his recent changes and the fact that he was currently as alert as he could be.
He did notice it. It was as if the air was shimmering slightly just slightly around the image inside.
'He's at my apartment, or he left some kind of trap. Either one of those.' Alan thought to himself as he slowly started walking and entered inside the apartment building before looking up the stairs.
In the very next instant, his entire body was coated in small motes of light that seemed to come out of thin air and the motes slowly gathered together in clumps over his frame and out of them, brown leather plates formed one by one until his entire body was covered in leather armor from head to his toes, and then the motes of light gathered around his face, forming a black gas mask that completley covered the lower half of his face and his nose.
Finally, Alan lifted his right arm into the air and opened his palm and in an instant, the motes of light gathered once more and this time formed a long broadsword.
'This should work better in a tighter space like this.' Alan thought to himself before he started walking up the stairs, one step after the other.
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