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Edward skidded to a stop at the supermarket where Devon had fought with those guys the other time. Last time, there were five of them, and this time there were four, but they clearly had the upper hand. They must have caught Devon off guard.
Two of them were holding Devon's arms while the other two were beating him relentlessly. Devon seemed almost unconscious, blood streaming from his nose and mouth, his breathing labored. One of the guys beating him had a knife in his hand, now stained with blood.
Cullen stepped out of his car, slamming the door, and walked quickly with anger-filled eyes toward the alley. At this point, he didn't care about anything. With his vampire strength, he swiftly dealt with the four attackers. He couldn't control the intense fury coursing through his body. He didn't hesitate as he used all his strength to strike one of the guys and sank his fangs into another with the clear intention of killing them all.
Devon felt dizzy and sore, but he could clearly see what was happening, and fear replaced the pain. Edward had killed those four guys in less than a minute.
Who the hell was Edward Cullen?
When Edward felt the rage dissipate from his body, he approached Devon, who was on the ground bathed in blood, but there was a wound in his abdomen, from which blood was gushing. He quickly realized that he didn't have the urge to drink his blood. Instead, he was desperate about Devon's condition. However, he noticed that Devon's eyes reflected great terror—terror toward him.
"Stay away," Devon murmured, but blood came out of his mouth, making his words almost unintelligible.
Edward raised both hands to show that he wouldn't harm him, but he remained kneeling beside him, looking at the gushing blood and the difficulty Devon had in breathing. He needed to help him before he bled out.
"Devon, we need to go to the hospital, let me take you."
But Devon shook his head as he clutched his abdomen with decreasing strength.
"You're injured," Edward stated the obvious, "just let me help you."
But all Devon could notice was Edward's red eyes and blood trickling from the corners of his lips.
"What the hell are you?" he managed to murmur, trying to move away from Cullen as much as possible in his condition.
Edward wiped the blood from his mouth and looked at Devon with concern, almost as if he wanted to cry, though it was impossible in his condition.
"I promise I'll explain everything, but let me take you to the hospital."
"Tell me," although weak and in pain, his voice came out firm and insistent.
Edward laughed bitterly, "A monster. I'm not going to argue with you about it here."
Despite Devon's protests, Edward lifted his shirt slightly to check the severity of his wound. If he were human, his hands would probably have started trembling. He began applying pressure to the wound while taking his phone out of his pocket and calling Carlisle.
"Carlisle, I need you to come immediately," he sounded truly alarmed.
"What happened? Where are you?"
"Devon got stabbed, and he's lost a lot of blood. I'm applying pressure to his wound, but he'll bleed out if I stop."
There was a short moment of silence on the other end.
"I'm sorry, Edward. There was a school bus accident, and there are many injuries at the hospital. I can't come right now, and ambulances are not available due to the accident; they keep bringing in more people."
Edward seemed desperate, torn about what to do. Forks was usually a quiet town where nothing exciting happened. Why did a significant accident have to occur on that day, preventing him from attending to Devon?
"There's a lot of blood," Edward muttered.
"Most likely, it has pierced the stomach or some vital organ. Even if you try, you won't be able to save him on your own. You'll have to decide, Edward. You can still transform him or let him die."
Edward went completely blank, looking at Devon agonizing on the ground, unable to breathe properly. If he removed his hands from the wound, he would probably end up bleeding to death.
Edward looked at him with panic, unable to make any decision at the moment. What exactly was he supposed to do?
Despite his dead heart, his chest hurt intensely. He couldn't continue to exist without Devon, but he also didn't want to condemn him to his lifestyle.
He heard a groan from Devon that brought him back to reality; the boy was paler than a moment ago. However, Devon's mind still provided an intense calmness to Edward because he heard only him, no one else.
"Edward?" Alice's voice came from the other side of the line.
"I can't do it," Edward murmured, "What if I can't stop? If I end up killing him."
"I know you can do it, Edward. But you have to decide now," there was a loud sound from Carlisle's end, "I'm sorry; I have to go right now. Call your brothers."
Edward dropped his cellphone on the floor, where a large pool of blood was accumulating.
Devon didn't deserve to die, at least not like this. He still had so much to live for—things to experience, places to visit. But was it selfish to want him in that way?
Another groan came from Devon, who had his eyes tightly closed in an attempt to resist the pain.
"I don't want to die this way," came a weak, agonizing murmur from the boy.
That was all Edward needed to make a decision.
"Calm down; I won't let you die like this."
He released the pressure from the wound and took Devon's hand, giving a kiss to his palm.
"Please don't hate me, Devon. But I really need you."
Devon was no longer able to comprehend anything; he was dizzy and with his mind elsewhere.
Then Edward sank his fangs into Devon's skin, slowly sucking his blood and feeling it rushing through his system quickly. It had been a long time since he had consumed even a single drop of human blood, but Devon's blood tasted exquisite.
Devon groaned in pain, no longer sure if it was from the stab wound or the bite. But soon, he felt weak and lost consciousness completely.
Edward managed to stop sucking Devon's blood before it was too much and looked at him with some sadness and guilt. Was it really his best decision? He hoped so.
He picked up his blood-soaked cellphone and called Alice to ask her to come along with his brothers. He was going to need help to get rid of all the mess he had caused.
But one thing he knew for sure. Devon would stay by his side for a long time.
Now they just had to figure out how to explain everything to their parents, Charlie, and Bella. But he would worry about that later.
Okay... I admit that from the previous chapter I had no idea what I was going to do HAHAHAHAHA I had two different paths planned. They were this one that you just read where Devon is transformed and one where Devon is saved in time xdxd and I didn't decide but in the end it was this one.