*Author note: I don't own twilight or any of the characters. All these things belong to Stephenie Meyer. This was based off a dream that I had and this is as close to reality as it's going to get…dang!*
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It was a rainy day in the small town of Forks. I was walking from the bowling alley on East Street. Temperatures were higher than normal, somewhere around sixty-eight compared to the normal May high of sixty. It was so nice that instead of taking my normal shorter route up Spartan Avenue, I decided to walk along the I-101.
Across the road, and maybe fifty feet up from me was a group of four older teenagers and a small little girl maybe around three. Two of them, I recognized from their dark skin and dark hair, were from the Quileute Reservation down along the coast. They were both boys-well men really, they were so tall. The other two were a boy and girl, both around eighteen. The woman had long dark brown hair and the man had an auburn color hair. Even from just looking at their backs, I could tell they were very beautiful. The small girl was in between the auburn man and the brown haired woman holding each of their hands.
After about two minutes, the small girl began to tug at the man's hand. The whole party stopped and gathered around her. She placed her small hand on the woman's cheek. I saw her nod her head and hand her over to one of the Quilayute men. He was taller than the other and very muscular. He grabbed her by her waist and hoisted her onto his very broad shoulders. They continued on walking.
We walked for ten more minutes before I came to the junction of I-101 and Division Street. The rain had started to pick up and the temperature seemed to drop. I was in a rush to get home out of the wet. The group in front of me had already crossed the road. I rushed to cross the road.
Big mistake.
Out of nowhere a car drove straight into me. I was hit full force. I lay there in a crumpled bloody heap in the middle of the street. I could feel broken bones in my arms and ribs. I cried out in pain. I began to cough up blood. It tasted disguising. Then everything started going blurry. I blinked to regain better sight and I saw someone standing over me. It was the man I had seen earlier. He was shouting orders to the others.
"Jacob, Seth, take Nessie and go tell Carlisle, he's at the hospital. Run as fast as you can!"
"But what are you going to do to her, Edward?" one of the Quilayute men asked.
"Seth, there's only two options, I think you know what they are."
"Edward you can't change her," the man Seth said.
"Then you want her to die?" Edward asked. "Seth, I heard what happened. Either I change her or you lose her."
"Fine!" Seth shouted. I heard two footsteps running away.
"Edward, I know who she is," the woman said, her voice like wind chimes. "Her name's Christie. She started at the high school this year. She's fourteen, a freshman."
Wait, Edward? Edward Cullen?
"Damnit," he growled. "Bella, go warn the others, although Alice will probably have already told them."
I watched as Bella left, moving at an inhuman speed. Edward rolled me onto my back. I gasped in pain. He slid a cold hand under my neck and lifted me up.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "If there were any other way…" he trailed off. He swept the hair from my face and leaned close to my neck.
