A/N:Hey!Told you I'd be fast in writing it.Don't worry I won't leave you hanging before I go to camp.I'll probably be able to squeeze in another chapter or two tomorrow.This scene is going to drag on for quite awhile because what happens here is incredibly pertinent to Elizabeth's tale.Thanks for the extra reviews!I really appreciate them.Okay,read the story!You know what I want. - MissMei92

THE TALE OF ELIZABETH CULLEN

Perfection is something which isn't easily described. Which was exactly why there was no way I could ever truly describe how I felt when he kissed me. It was too beautiful a feeling. I didn't want to degrade how I felt then to anything lesser. I felt tingling creeping up all over me, and butterflies beating more furiously against my insides than they had been on my first day of school.

Colin kept the kiss firmly pressed against my lips for a long time. I knew he just wanted me to shut up but I couldn't help feeling anything else less than euphoria washing over me, the longer that kiss lasted. When he was sure I wasn't going to shriek and scream anymore, he stopped.

My eyes followed his figure as he stalked off to a dark corner nearby. I was still recovering from his kiss. I didn't want to let the emotion disappear. Not willingly, anyway. He seemed to be kicking himself mentally. That was strange. Hadn't he done the kiss on purpose? Why would he be thinking that way? Wasn't kissing me the only way to shut me up?

My sky-blue eyes flew wide open as realization hit me. He'd done it by accident. And he'd done it so wonderfully as well. He spoke."I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that at all. Please forgive me," His voice was remorseful and regretful. Shame, mine wasn't.

"It's okay…I guess. I mean, how else were you going to shut me up?" I tried to lighten the deadness in the atmosphere. I wasn't sure if it'd worked. But he looked back at me.

"Are you sure? I didn't offend you, did I?" He watched his feet like they were the most interesting and fascinating thing in the entire world.

I simply nodded. "Yes, I'm sure." Then, I remembered what it was that I'd been screaming about.

"Half-a-vampire? You're lying. There's no way you can be half-a-vampire. The term doesn't even exist." I stated totally confident in myself. I did live with real vampires, after all.

"So, are you going to tell me the truth, anytime soon? Say, now?" I pressed onwards. I wanted to hear the truth.

"I am telling the truth," He replied, his voice adamant and strong-willed.

I shook my head, still not believing. "Okay. If you're half-a-vampire, I say you prove it." I had a smug look plastered on my face.

He looked at me, his expression slowly becoming more and more reluctant, but then he relented and smiled at me. "Fine, I will," He grinned.I leaned against the dry, faded white wall behind me, to keep from fainting from his gleaming smile.

He walked towards the window nearby. It was open and clear, bright sunlight was streaming inside. He strode into the sunlight, bathing himself in it. But he didn't gleam. He didn't shine like a diamond. I was completely, utterly dumbfounded. A vampire would have been shining like a glittering pearl in that amount of sunlight.

My jaw dropped a bit, my eyes dilating as he ran outside in a flash of a second and then back in another split-second. Vampire speed. My brain futilely worked to find a logical explanation. A conclusion which could satisfy my question. None came.

He came back to where I was still sitting, now he was the one all smug and confident. "Now, do you believe me?" He asked me, arching an eyebrow at my crazy-shocked face.

I didn't know what else I could have done. I agreed. "Yes, I believe you," I said, my voice tinged with frustration.

How was it possible? Had my parents lied to me? Why would they lie? No! My parents, my family. They'd never lie to me. But would they? I gripped the railing of the stair, tightening my hold as the number of unanswered questions that swirled all around in my head, threatening to pour out any second, increased.

I fought back to urge to yell everything back at him. If I did, he might just kiss me again. Which…then again, wasn't that bad of an idea. I had lost it. Literally. I opened my mouth to start yelling but he stopped me short.

"Please don't do that again." He looked scared that he might have to repeat his earlier action, which made me feel disappointed, deep down. Which is absurd since I completely understood that he'd only kissed me just now on instinct, so I'd shut up. But then, why did I want him to kiss me, again?

"I'll answer any question you give me, just don't start screaming again," He begged helplessly. I hadn't realized I was a screaming-prone type of girl.

I thought long and hard about exactly what question to ask him. "How?" One word. Brilliant. Not.He answered straight away, without any qualms at all.

"I'm a hybrid. A vampire hybrid. My DNA was mixed with both human and vampire traits to make me into something of a half this and half that, I suppose." He said it as though it was something completely normal. Not out of the ordinary at all.

I was quiet for a few moments, thinking. "That's only half an answer. You didn't tell me how you became like that." I looked at him, hesitantly. He seemed normal, whatever that was.

"I don't have any parents. No mother to give birth to me. I was made purely in a laboratory through the test-tube method." He inhaled some of the dank, stale air around us.

I'm part of a multi-million dollar experiment to incorporate human and vampire DNA, to create some sort of super-perfect hybrid being. One who can have all the strengths and talents of a vampire…without the bothersome trait of having to suck human blood to live." He didn't seem so normal now. He was a bit less sure of himself and was facing the wall as he spoke. I figured he was afraid of my reaction.

"Is that why you don't glitter in the sun?" I asked slowly and surely.

He glanced at me, a trace of hope flickered into his caramel-gold eyes. "Yes, that way we don't stand out." He answered back.

I ran over his answer in my mind, once again. "You said 'we'. What do you mean 'we'?" I asked curiously.

Now, he started sighing and breathing more deeply. He was breathing. Like a normal person. Unlike a vampire at all, who didn't need to breathe in actual fact.

"I was afraid you'd ask me that, but I guess I'd have to tell you, anyway." He walked to the other side of the landing, making him nearer to me now.

He peered into my eyes and slowly said, "I'm not the only one they made. I'm just part of one of the hundreds of different batches they created. Each batch was modified slightly, to find just the exact amount of mix needed to make the perfect hybrid. But before they could find the perfect formula for creation, they had to create and destroy a lot of failed batches." I held my breath in, scared to exhale.

He took a deep breath and whispered into my ear as calmly as he could. "Elizabeth, you are part of one of those failed batches."