As days went by, Raizel found himself spending most of his time in the basement library of Frankenstein, poring over the nameless records. He was surprised to learn that the world he now inhabited was vastly different, infused with supernatural existence. The contents of the books amused him greatly; all the myths recorded within seemed to point towards reality in this mysterious world.

Raizel couldn't help but wonder if there were other fictional characters he knew residing in this world. If that were the case, he didn't mind entertaining the idea of becoming a variable in their stories. However, he refrained from asking Frankenstein to move out of Forks. There was someone he desired to meet – James, the tracker. Having experienced from sadochist in his own past, Raizel harbored a desire to play a little dirty with him, to leave a lasting impression before departing from Forks.

Despite his initial disdain for the town, Raizel found himself drawn to its peacefulness. There was something about Forks that offered solace to his restless soul. He found the tranquility of the town to be surprisingly attractive, providing him with a sense of peace he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Perhaps he would return to Forks later, much like how the Cullens hid their identities. Thinking about the Cullens, Raizel then thought of Frankenstein, who hadn't seemed quite well in recent days. Something was clearly bothering him, but Raizel had failed to ask about it. At that moment, he heard the sound of Frankenstein's car from the basement. Slowly, he put back the book on its shelf and decided to meet him. Raizel resolved to ask Frankenstein about what had troubled him the previous night when he returned late from the hospital. Maybe it was because his mind was consumed by books that he couldn't think of a reason, so he decided to ask.

At last, Raizel stood in the hall as Frankenstein entered the mansion, locking eyes with him. Frankenstein's mood seemed to have improved from the previous night. Bowing respectfully, Frankenstein greeted Raizel with the familiar smile he always wore. Raizel returned the gesture with a nod before addressing him.

"Frankenstein, I want to ask you something, if it doesn't bother you," Raizel said, his tone calm yet curious.

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Frankenstein appeared both surprised and confused at the same time, clearly intrigued by what Raizel wanted to discuss. With a polite smile still adorning his face, Frankenstein replied, "Of course, Master. You may ask me anything. Your concerns are always important to me."

Raizel then delved into his inquiry, "I wonder what bothered you last night. You seemed a bit off."

Frankenstein's expression softened as Raizel addressed him, and he listened attentively to Raizel's question. When Raizel asked about what had bothered him last night, Frankenstein's surprise was evident on his face. However, he quickly composed himself, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and sincerity.

"Ah, Master," Frankenstein began, his tone gentle yet sincere. "It's nothing of great concern, I assure you. Merely some work pressure that weighed on my mind momentarily. But seeing you now, Master, brings me great joy and lifts my spirits."

He paused for a moment, a faint smile gracing his lips as he continued, "Your well-being is my utmost priority, and I am grateful for your concern. Please rest assured, Master, that I am perfectly fine now."

Hearing Frankenstein's response, Raizel let go of his concern. He was no stranger to Frankenstein's sincerity, evident in both his words and actions. So, he accepted Frankenstein's gratitude before informing him of his plans to venture outside for a while.

Frankenstein looked concerned as he worried Raizel might get lost, especially during the night. Raizel smiled inwardly, wanting to explain that he wasn't the Raizel Frankenstein knew, but he kept his lips sealed.

As Raizel left the mansion, he couldn't shake the feeling of being followed, even though Frankenstein made every effort to conceal his presence. It was irritating to be trailed, even by someone who cared about him. However, Raizel resolved to ignore the sensation of being stalked. He was determined to visit the library in Port Angeles, which he had discovered online. It was a chance to explore more about the supernatural world, even if it seemed odd for him to be delving into legends and myths.

Regardless, Raizel believed it was crucial to gain a better understanding of the world around him, even if there was a chance that what he learned might be misleading, not similar to the information in the basement library. He understood that not everything written in books could be taken as absolute truth, but he was willing to sift through the information and discern what seemed credible. After all, expanding his knowledge could provide valuable insights into the reality he now inhabited.