It had been about a week since that horrid Cullen thing had come into his town and made everyone look like Stefan. And Damon was not going to let him get away with that. No sir. Right as we speak he is plotting a plot. A teribble plot. A funny plot.
So Damon decided to call Edward on the phone. "Hey Eddie boy," said Damon in his most friendliest I won't kill you sort of voice, "how's it hanging?"
"Ok," said Edward in a wary voice. "You?"
"Oh I'm great. By the way I sent you and Bella a little something something. I hope you like."
"Thanks," Edward replied slowly as if not believeing who he was talking to. "Look I can't talk. I've got to go pick up Bella."
"Sure. You two crazy lovebirds have fun. Bye."
"Yeah. Bye."
Just as Edward hung up the phone the doorbell rang. Eward went to answer it. A delivery man stood on the front porch with a package sitting next to him.
"Are you an Edward Cullen or a Bella Swan?" asked the man.
"I'm Edward Cullen," said Edward.
"Sign here please." The man held out a clipboard with a form for Edward to sign. Edward signed it and the man left.
"I wonder what's in here," said Eward. He walked around the box and then finally decided that he was going to open it. And open it he did.
When it opened a crossbow bolt shot out of the box out of nowhere. And Edward Cullen was dead. Again.
A few months later, a hand reaches out of the Cullen back yard. Followed by Edward clawing his way out of the ground.
"I'll get you for this Salvatore," called Edward Cullen while laughing evilly. "If it's the last thing I do."
The End or Is it?