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An Accident

Dean had never heard of vampires. Sure, there was the occasional horror flick that invloved them, but they werent real, right? Wrong. During the year Edward was away from Carlisle, Edward accidentally bites Dean during a moment of weakness....this is his story.

DISCLAIMER: i do not own any of the characters from twilight/new moon

2. Silver and Onyx

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I love you, I love you now and I will love you forever, even longer if that’s possible.

“Yes, sir. Can I see the pink diamond ring please?

“Certainly, did I mention that that is one of our finest pieces…” the jewelry man said as he put the sapphire ring back into the case, so he could bring the pink diamond out.

“Eh, I don’t know…do you have any other rings available?” Dean asked; he wanted this ring to be perfect.

“We most certainly do, son. Would you ever consider going with an onyx ring? It’s truly a magnificent piece of work. The band is pure silver, and the setting is most unique. The stone is one of the few we carry in the store…” he droned. Does this guy ever give it a rest? My God.

When Dean saw the onyx ring, he knew it was perfect; the deep black of the onyx contrasted beautifully with the clean cut silver, and two tiny rubies flanked the center black stone.

“I’ll take that one, sir. How much will that be?”

Dean purchased the ring, and that was when the real panic about her reaction set it. He loved her, it was true. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and she deserved more than he could give. He would understand if she turned him down. Now where should I do it? It has to be the perfect spot… He walked past the alley that used to be where their homes stood; the houses where they grew up had been torn down because the other locals who lived on the expensive side of town wanted to have a park where the houses had been. Perfect,


That afternoon, he went to Alissa’s dorm to pick her up for their dinner date.

“Hey, sweetie,” Alissa said, kissing his cheek. Dean took her hand in his, and motioned for her to begin walking. While they waited for the elevator, he poked her in the side, and she let out a giggle.

“Stop!” she laughed. “What if someone gets off the elevator?”

“Ha! That’s the best part!” Dean said as he poked her again. The door of the elevator beeped as it reached their floor, and one of the teachers walked out.

“See! I told you!” Alissa whispered, still laughing. Dean laughed softly.

“And like I said, your cheeks turn the loveliest shade of pink when that happens,” he said, kissing her. She giggled again, making him feel like they were five again.


They ate dinner at their favorite place, and then went for a walk. They talked a bit, and Dean tickled her some more making her convulse into giggles again. She even got him a few times. Up ahead, he noticed an older mad. He didn’t recognize him at all. Hmm… I wonder who that is, he thought.

“Come on, silly. See if you can catch me!” Alissa teased. She started running in front of him.

“No you don’t!” he called, laughing. He chased her for a few minutes, then stopped to take a breath; it had been awhile since he’d run in the chilly spring autumn air.

“Lissy, I’m taking a break, so don’t go too far!” he called, breathless. He didn’t hear a reply. “Lissy?” Still nothing. He tried again, anxious this time, “Lissy?!” He started running towards where he thought she had run. When he reached the first turn, he saw Alissa. But the strange man was there, too. And he had a knife.


He felt a terrible burning pain in his upper arm. What happened? He thought. He tried to call for Alissa, but got no reply. He felt a cool hand on his shoulder, followed by a sharp cutting sensation in his neck. He cried out, waving his hands around. He heard a growl and then a man’s scream. Dean got up, but his body was stiff, and the pain was getting worse.

“Lissy?” he whispered, “Lissy can you hear me?” Nothing. He winced, the pain was getting worse. A lot worse. He fell back against the wall from one of the apartment builders, and groaned. He sunk down onto his knees, and then onto his chest. The pain felt like a fire in his veins, burning him from the inside out. Lissy! Lissy I love you!


He drifted in and out of consciousness over the next three days. He thought about Lissy when he was awake; thinking of her helped with the pain. When he really woke up, the pain was gone. He looked around him, hungry. He stood up and began walking out of the alley. He felt something in his pocket. He pulled out a small black velour box. When he opened it, everything came back: Lissy, the strange man, the ring, the pain.

“Lissy…” he whispered to the breeze.