Author's Note:

Hi :) I know, I know: you probably forgot about me and my stories, but from what I remember there had been several requests for a Colby/Alison story. This one's the one you've wanted! Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Bleeding Blossom, the story of one unique imprint and an even more unique wolf.

UPDATE: I have changed the rating from T to M because of the language used in some chapters and whatnot. So, disregard any following Author's Note that says otherwise. It's staying M. (July 5, 2014)

Let me remind you about the characters:

* Jacob & Renesmee got married and had two twins, Sarah Rose and Colby Thomas. Both, by the age of three and the looks of sixteen/seventeen-years-old turned out to be werewolves. If you don't already know about them, you don't have to (but you probably would want to) read Shooting Stars, especially starting the chapter called Finally.

* Jacob keeps phasing to stay immortal, but Colby becomes the real Alpha of the pack when he's twelve/twenty-five.

* Colby Black: Bella's hair tone, Jacob's hair's silkiness, Edward's emerald eyes and an advanced version of Renesmee's power; he can project thoughts to people "wirelessly", with no physical connection. He can also communicate privately (yes, even if Edward's there) with his twin sister, Sarah when in the same form. Oh, and he is one major heart-breaker.

* Sarah Black: Jacob's black hair, but wavy, Jacob's mother's gray eyes and an ability to control the physical state of something or someone. Translation: she stopped a vase mid-air and even a full-powered vampire couldn't move it.

& Finally, Alison Anderson...

Prologue

The first day I met Colby Black was the first day I saw a madman kicking cans in the supermarket.

It was no coincidence.

I dragged my feet as I strode beside my mother, not even bothering to keep pace with her. If there was one thing that I hated the most, it was definitely her First Sunday Of The Month shopping; I was only twelve, and just a little girl; I had no superpowers - someone had to have superpowers to get all this amount of food to our car. Something caught my attention as I grimaced; a weird combination between designer clothes and messy hair flipping through cooking magazines on the stand next to the cashier.

As if my confused stare made him physically aware of my presence, Weirdo caught my eyes and then a wide, goofy smile spread on his face, making me snicker. If only he wasn't ten times as tall as I am, I would love to feel these cheeks under my fist. Okay, I would give you that much: I wouldn't hurt a fly even if I meant to, but some people just screamed obnoxious.

Beside me, Mom announced that our shopping trip was over, and that we were finally heading home. I broke contact with Mr. Weirdo for a second, only to hear a crashing sound as soon as I did. Instinctively, my eyes shot back to where he was, and sure enough, it was him who caused the noise; the whole magazine stand fell above him. He grunted and stood up, getting the stuff back into place hastily. I broke into a fit of giggles; someone who looked that big shouldn't be so clumsy.

That was when the can-kicking began.