So guys i want to change the house and its location its gonna be in the woods
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Kane POV:
The walk home was quiet. Forks always was, especially under the constant gray skies and drizzle that never quite turned into real rain. Kane Hanma didn't mind the weather. It suited him quiet, heavy, always threatening something just beneath the surface.
He took the longer path through the woods, off the road, boots crushing damp leaves and soft mud. He didn't need a trail. His body remembered paths it had never walked before. Every step was deliberate, every breath slow. He could hear everything the rustle of a squirrel twenty feet off, the flutter of wings, the shift of tree branches in the wind.
His body wasn't just strong. It was aware. Alive in a way nothing human could be.
After about fifteen minutes, the trees thinned, and the house came into view.
It stood at the edge of a small clearing, two stories tall and built of dark wood and stone. It wasn't modern, but it wasn't old either. The kind of house that felt like it had always been there. A place that could vanish into the forest and no one would notice.
It was the house God gave him.
Literally.
One moment, Kane had been in the void freshly reincarnated, disoriented, talking to something that called itself a deity. The next, he was standing in front of this house with $500 in his pocket and power humming through every muscle, every nerve, like a nuclear core buried in flesh.
The door creaked as he stepped inside. The air was cool, still, but not stale. It smelled faintly of cedar and rain-soaked wood.
The living room stretched out before him—wide windows overlooking the forest, furniture that was comfortable but not cluttered. Neutral tones. Simple. Functional. Like it had been staged for him. Waiting.
He dropped his backpack near the door and shrugged off his jacket, tossing it over a chair. For a while, he just stood there, listening. The quiet buzz of the refrigerator. The soft tick of a clock. Nothing else.
It was the only place in the world where he wasn't being watched.
No golden eyes tracking his every move. No tension in the air. No questions.
Just silence.
Kane moved to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and grabbed a bottle of water. He didn't need much food not anymore. His body burned through everything like a furnace, but it didn't crave fuel. It craved movement. Tension. Struggle.
He twisted the cap off, took a long drink, and leaned against the counter.
His mind drifted back to Edith.
She hadn't threatened him. Not directly. But she didn't need to. She'd made her stance clear. They didn't trust him. Some were curious. Some cautious. Rosalie, definitely hostile. Alice? Open. Too open, maybe.
They didn't know what he was. And Kane? He didn't know what they were fully either.
He could guess. Vampires, sure. Strong, fast, cold. But they were… different. Controlled. Maybe even civilized. The kind of monsters who wore their humanity like a tailored suit.
Kane wasn't like that.
Yujiro Hanma's power didn't lend itself to masks. It was raw. Unfiltered. A force that didn't bend, didn't break. He wasn't born of discipline or control. He was born of chaos. Violence.
And yet, here he was. Sitting in a quiet house, in a quiet town, pretending to be a high schooler.
He scoffed and moved to the window, pushing it open. The cold air brushed against his skin, but it didn't bother him.
Outside, the trees swayed gently. The world was calm. Peaceful.
But Kane knew it wouldn't last.
He'd been given a second life. A house. A few dollars. But not a purpose. Not yet.
The girls Edith, Alice, the rest of them they were watching him. Testing him. He didn't know if it was fate, or some sick joke from whatever god dropped him here, but he could feel the collision coming.
He could feel them circling. One by one.
He rolled his shoulders, the joints cracking slightly not from strain, but from potential.
It was only a matter of time before one of them knocked on the door.
Or tried to break it down.
Kane welcomed both.