I was going about my day, as usual when it happened. Playing games with my siblings, do a bit of wrestling, feeding, painting. What I do everyday, though not the same things each time. I had told my family that my mate was in Forks, and that we were going to meet in the future.

But, when I was walking with some glass decorations for my mother, Esme, in my hands, it happened. The feeling that every vampire feels only once in their lifetime. An immense pain in the chest, as if someone had ripped your soul, your very existence in half. I gasped out in pain as I stumbled, my grip on the decorations failing as the pain overtook me. The glass shattered on the floor as tears started to fall. My mate had died. They had died before we had met, and it was still painful nonetheless.

I fell to my knees as anguish and sorrow overcame me, tears trailing down my cheeks as my knees thumped against the unforgiving floor.

My family was there as soon as my knees hit. One look was all it took for them to know what was wrong. Well, Carlisle and Esme that is. They had seen many of their friends lose their mates, and knew what it would do to them.

Esme kneeled down and pulled me into a hug, even though I didn't respond to it, and whispered that it was going to be okay. We both knew she was lying, that it would never be better. The other half of my soul is gone, and I had never met them…

But something else happened. As sudden as the pain appeared, it disappeared without a trace, leaving me out of breath. The pain was gone as if it had never existed. My body suddenly feels so.. light. Carefree. As if I could float away if Esme let go of me.

With a shuddering breath, I spoke. "S-Somehow… somehow my mate is still alive…" My entire family looked at me in shock. It was almost unheard of for a mate to come back to life if the other feels that pain. Shifters can only come back with modern technology and techniques like defibrillators, or CPR. Same with humans. But, if the vampire feels that kind of pain, that kind of anguish, that means that their mate had suffered a terrible fate.

Mine had.

I stood to get the broom to clean up the glass, but was instead told to go to my room and rest. With shaky legs that threatened to give out underneath me, I walked upstairs. As I laid on my bed, one thought flickered through my mind.

'Who, and what is my mate?'


(A/N): I know that a lot of the vampire stuffs that I'm putting in isn't at all like the Twilight lore, and the reasoning for that is simple. Twilight vampires suck more than blood. So, I'm doing actual vampire lore. And some vampire headcanon. By the way, should Bella be a futa? Or just an Ajin? If she is a futa, there won't be many sex scenes, but there will, eventually, be some.