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chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 15: Pressure

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoDh_gHDvkk

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It was Spring Break in Forks again. When I woke up on Monday morning, I lay in bed for a few seconds absorbing that. Last spring break, I’d been hunted by a vampire, too. I hoped this wasn’t some kind of tradition forming.

I have to admit that sometimes Bella is actually funny.

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Already I was falling into the pattern of things in La Push. I’d spent Sunday mostly on the beach, while Charlie hung out with Billy at the Blacks’ house. I was supposed to be with Jacob, but Jacob had other things to do, so I wandered alone, keeping the secret from Charlie.

When Jacob dropped in to check on me, he apologized for ditching me so much. He told me his schedule wasn’t always this crazy, but until Victoria was stopped, the wolves were on red alert.

When we walked along the beach now, he always held my hand.

This made me brood over what Jared had said, about Jacob involving his “girlfriend.” I supposed that that was exactly what it looked like from the outside. As long as Jake and I knew how it really was, I shouldn’t let those kinds of assumptions bother me. And maybe they wouldn’t, if I hadn’t known that Jacob would have loved for things to be what they appeared. But his hand felt nice as it warmed mine, and I didn’t protest.

What kind of relationship is this? You just don't protest when you're said to be "dating" but you also do nothing but hold hands?

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I worked Tuesday afternoon—Jacob followed me on his bike to make sure I arrived safely—and Mike noticed.

“Are you dating that kid from La Push? The sophomore?” He asked, poorly disguising the resentment in his tone.

I shrugged. “Not in the technical sense of the word. I do spend most of my time with Jacob, though. He’s my best friend.”

Mike’s eyes narrowed shrewdly. “Don’t kid yourself, Bella. The guy’s head over heels for you.”

“I know,” I sighed. “Life is complicated.”

“And girls are cruel,” Mike said under his breath.

I supposed that was an easy assumption to make, too.

I can't stand what Meyer did to Mike. In the whole first book he was a reasonable and nice guy, and suddenly he's completely overcome with jealousy and tearing himself up over the girl who has always seemed to just barely tolerate his presence.

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That night, Sam and Emily joined Charlie and me for dessert at Billy’s house. Emily brought a cake that would have won over a harder man than Charlie. I could see, as the conversation flowed naturally through a range of casual subjects, that any worries Charlie might have harbored about gangs in La Push were being dissolved.

Charlie would be terrible at investigating organized crime.

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Jake and I skipped out early, to get some privacy. We went out to his garage and sat in the Rabbit. Jacob leaned his head back, his face drawn with exhaustion.

“You need some sleep, Jake.”

“I’ll get around to it.”

He reached over and took my hand. His skin was blazing on mine.

“Is that one of those wolf things?” I asked him. “The heat, I mean.”

“Yeah. We run a little warmer than the normal people. About one-oh-eight, one-oh-nine. I never get cold anymore. I could stand like this”—he gestured to his bare torso—“in a snowstorm and it wouldn’t bother me. The flakes would turn to rain where I stood.”

“And you all heal fast—that’s a wolf thing, too?”

“Yeah, wanna see? It’s pretty cool.” His eyes flipped open and he grinned. He reached around me to the glove compartment and dug around for a minute. His hand came out with a pocketknife.

“No, I do not want to see!” I shouted as soon as I realized what he was thinking. “Put that away!”

I'm with Bella on this one.

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Jacob chuckled, but shoved the knife back where it belonged. “Fine. It’s a good thing we heal, though. You can’t go see just any doctor when you’re running a temperature that should mean you’re dead.”

“No, I guess not.” I thought about that for a minute. “… And being so big—that’s part of it? Is that why you’re all worried about Quil?”

“That and the fact that Quil’s grandfather says the kid could fry an egg on his forehead.” Jacob’s face turned hopeless. “It won’t be long now. There’s no exact age… it just builds and builds and then suddenly—” He broke off, and it was a moment before he could speak again. “Sometimes, if you get really upset or something, that can trigger it early. But I wasn’t upset about anything—I was happy.” He laughed bitterly. “Because of you, mostly. That’s why it didn’t happen to me sooner. Instead it just kept on building up inside me—I was like a time bomb. You know what set me off? I got back from that movie and Billy said I looked weird. That was all, but I just snapped. And then I—I exploded. I almost ripped his face off—my own father!” He shuddered, and his face paled.

I'm not sure at this point if gaining shapeshifting powers causes anger issues or if all of the guys in the Wolf Pack who have them naturally have them. Like, has Paul always been liable to throw down over anything? I'm not sure if it makes it better; even if it's supernaturally induced, it's still going to kill someone.

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“Is it really bad, Jake?” I asked anxiously, wishing I had some way to help him. “Are you miserable?”

“No, I’m not miserable,” he told me. “Not anymore. Not now that you know. That was hard, before.” He leaned over so that his cheek was resting on top of my head.

He was quiet for a moment, and I wondered what he was thinking about. Maybe I didn’t want to know.

“What’s the hardest part?” I whispered, still wishing I could help.

“The hardest part is feeling… out of control,” he said slowly. “Feeling like I can’t be sure of myself—like maybe you shouldn’t be around me, like maybe nobody should. Like I’m a monster who might hurt somebody. You’ve seen Emily. Sam lost control of his temper for just one second… and she was standing too close. And now there’s nothing he can ever do to put it right again. I hear his thoughts—I know what that feels like.…

“Who wants to be a nightmare, a monster?

“And then, the way it comes so easily to me, the way I’m better at it than the rest of them—does that make me even less human than Embry or Sam? Sometimes I’m afraid that I’m losing myself.”

It's like every time they talk about Sam and Emily the "angry husband beating his wife" comparison gets even stronger.

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“Is it hard? To find yourself again?”

“At first,” he said. “It takes some practice to phase back and forth. But it’s easier for me.”

“Why?” I wondered.

“Because Ephraim Black was my father’s grandfather, and Quil Ateara was my mother’s grandfather.”

“Quil?” I asked in confusion.

“His great-grandfather,” Jacob clarified. “The Quil you know is my second cousin.”

Bella was certain she was about to get into some time travel or immortality poo poo here. Anything is on the table in Forks.

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“But why does it matter who your great-grandfathers are?”

“Because Ephraim and Quil were in the last pack. Levi Uley was the third. It’s in my blood on both sides. I never had a chance. Like Quil doesn’t have a chance.”

His expression was bleak.

“What’s the very best part?” I asked, hoping to cheer him up.

“The best part,” he said, suddenly smiling again, “is the speed.”

“Better than the motorcycles?”

He nodded, enthusiastic. “There’s no comparison.”

“How fast can you…?”

“Run?” he finished my question. “Fast enough. What can I measure it by? We caught… what was his name? Laurent? I imagine that means more to you than it would to someone else.”

It did mean something to me. I couldn’t imagine that—the wolves running faster than a vampire. When the Cullens ran, they all but turned invisible with speed.

This is something the movies have a lot of trouble showing, possibly because of many of the wolf scenes taking places in forests and other relatively cramped confines. They never seem to be traveling faster than something like a horse, but in the book canon they're going at interstate speeds.

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“So, tell me something I don’t know,” he said. “Something about vampires. How did you stand it, being around them? Didn’t it creep you out?”

“No,” I said curtly. My tone made him thoughtful for a moment.

“Say, why’d your bloodsucker kill that James, anyway?” he asked suddenly.

“James was trying to kill me—it was like a game for him. He lost. Do you remember last spring when I was in the hospital down in Phoenix?”

Jacob sucked in a breath. “He got that close?”

“He got very, very close.” I stroked my scar. Jacob noticed, because he held the hand I moved.

“What’s that?” He traded hands, examining my right. “This is your funny scar, the cold one.” He looked at it closer, with new eyes, and gasped.

“Yes, it’s what you think it is,” I said. “James bit me.”

His eyes bulged, and his face turned a strange, sallow color under the russet surface. He looked like he was about to be sick.

“But if he bit you…? Shouldn’t you be…?” He choked.

“Edward saved me twice,” I whispered. “He sucked the venom out—you know, like with a rattlesnake.” I twitched as the pain lashed around the edges of the hole.

For the record, don't do that! Trying to suck out the venom is a really good way to accidentally get it in you. Just keep the wound still and bandaged and get professional medical treatment immediately.

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But I wasn’t the only one twitching. I could feel Jacob’s whole body trembling next to mine. Even the car shook.

“Careful, Jake. Easy. Calm down.”

“Yeah,” he panted. “Calm.” He shook his head back and forth quickly. After a moment, only his hands were shaking.

This is at least as concerning as Edward's constant fight not to drink her blood. Imagine trying to date a guy like this who wasn't at risk of turning into a werewolf. How many times would you try to calm down his explosive, violent anger before enough was enough?

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“You okay?”

“Yeah, almost. Tell me something else. Give me something else to think about.”

“What do you want to know?”

“I don’t know.” He had his eyes closed, concentrating. “The extra stuff I guess. Did any of the other Cullens have… extra talents? Like the mind reading?”

I hesitated a second. This felt like a question he would ask of his spy, not his friend. But what was the point of hiding what I knew? It didn’t matter now, and it would help him control himself.

So I spoke quickly, the image of Emily’s ruined face in my mind, and the hair rising on my arms. I couldn’t imagine how the russet wolf would fit inside the Rabbit—Jacob would tear the whole garage apart if he changed now.

This is not okay and pretty disturbing!

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“Jasper could… sort of control the emotions of the people around him. Not in a bad way, just to calm someone down, that kind of thing. It would probably help Paul a lot,” I added, teasing weakly. “And then Alice could see things that were going to happen. The future, you know, but not absolutely. The things she saw would change when someone changed the path they were on.…”

Like how she’d seen me dying… and she’d seen me becoming one of them. Two things that had not happened. And one that never would. My head started to spin—I couldn’t seem to pull in enough oxygen from the air. No lungs.

Jacob was entirely in control now, very still beside me.

“Why do you do that?” he asked. He tugged lightly at one of my arms, which was bound around my chest, and then gave up when it wouldn’t come loose easily. I hadn’t even realized I’d moved them. “You do that when you’re upset. Why?”

“It hurts to think about them,” I whispered. “It’s like I can’t breathe… like I’m breaking into pieces.…” It was bizarre how much I could tell Jacob now. We had no more secrets.

If you were hoping that at any point Bella would learn how to move on, she doesn't. The only cure that will work on her is getting what she wants back.

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He smoothed my hair. “It’s okay, Bella, it’s okay. I won’t bring it up again. I’m sorry.”

“I’m fine.” I gasped. “Happens all the time. Not your fault.”

“We’re a pretty messed-up pair, aren’t we?” Jacob said. “Neither one of us can hold our shape together right.”

“Pathetic,” I agreed, still breathless.

“At least we have each other,” he said, clearly comforted by the thought.

I was comforted, too. “At least there’s that,” I agreed.

If they were to actually begin a relationship, I feel like it's at least as unhealthy as her relationship with Edward. She still has panic attacks whenever she thinks about her ex and needs near-death experiences to feel alive, while he has major anger problems and could literally tear her to pieces if taken too far. It's like putting a pressure cooker inside another pressure cooker and turning them both on.

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And when we were together, it was fine. But Jacob had a horrible, dangerous job he felt compelled to do, and so I was often alone, stuck in La Push for safety, with nothing to do to keep my mind off any of my worries.

I felt awkward, always taking up space at Billy’s. I did some studying for another Calculus test that was coming up next week, but I could only look at math for so long. When I didn’t have something obvious to do in my hands, I felt like I ought to be making conversation with Billy—the pressure of normal societal rules. But Billy wasn’t one for filling up the long silences, and so the awkwardness continued.

I tried hanging out at Emily’s place Wednesday afternoon, for a change. At first it was kind of nice. Emily was a cheerful person who never sat still. I drifted behind her while she flitted around her little house and yard, scrubbing at the spotless floor, pulling a tiny weed, fixing a broken hinge, tugging a string of wool through an ancient loom, and always cooking, too. She complained lightly about the increase in the boys’ appetites from all their extra running, but it was easy to see she didn’t mind taking care of them. It wasn’t hard to be with her—after all, we were both wolf girls now.

But Sam checked in after I’d been there for a few hours. I only stayed long enough to ascertain that Jacob was fine and there was no news, and then I had to escape. The aura of love and contentment that surrounded them was harder to take in concentrated doses, with no one else around to dilute it.

See what I mean?

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So that left me wandering the beach, pacing the length of the rocky crescent back and forth, again and again.

Alone time wasn’t good for me. Thanks to the new honesty with Jacob, I’d been talking and thinking about the Cullens way too much. No matter how I tried to distract myself—and I had plenty to think of: I was honestly and desperately worried about Jacob and his wolf-brothers, I was terrified for Charlie and the others who thought they were hunting animals, I was getting in deeper and deeper with Jacob without ever having consciously decided to progress in that direction and I didn’t know what to do about it—none of these very real, very deserving of thought, very pressing concerns could take my mind off the pain in my chest for long. Eventually, I couldn’t even walk anymore, because I couldn’t breathe. I sat down on a patch of semidry rocks and curled up in a ball.

How many hundreds of pages do you need to do this before you're allowed to stop?

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Jacob found me like that, and I could tell from his expression that he understood.

“Sorry,” he said right away. He pulled me up from the ground and wrapped both arms around my shoulders. I hadn’t realized that I was cold until then. His warmth made me shudder, but at least I could breathe with him there.

“I’m ruining your spring break,” Jacob accused himself as we walked back up the beach.

“No, you’re not. I didn’t have any plans. I don’t think I like spring breaks, anyway.”

“I’ll take tomorrow morning off. The others can run without me. We’ll do something fun.”

The word seemed out of place in my life right now, barely comprehensible, bizarre. “Fun?”

“Fun is exactly what you need. Hmm…” he gazed out across the heaving gray waves, deliberating. As his eyes scanned the horizon, he had a flash of inspiration.

“Got it!” he crowed. “Another promise to keep.”

“What are you talking about?”

He let go of my hand and pointed toward the southern edge of the beach, where the flat, rocky half-moon dead-ended against the sheer sea cliffs. I stared, uncomprehending.

“Didn’t I promise to take you cliff diving?”

I shivered.

“Yeah, it’ll be pretty cold—not as cold as it is today. Can you feel the weather changing? The pressure? It will be warmer tomorrow. You up for it?”

The dark water did not look inviting, and, from this angle, the cliffs looked even higher than before.

Jake, are you forgetting that she doesn't run so hot that she boils water? Even in April the average temperature in Forks barely reaches 60. Just stripping down is going to be freezing, and such cold water could cause her to freeze from the shock and drown.

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But it had been days since I’d heard Edward’s voice. That was probably part of the problem. I was addicted to the sound of my delusions. It made things worse if I went too long without them. Jumping off a cliff was certain to remedy that situation.

“Sure, I’m up for it. Fun.”

“It’s a date,” he said, and draped his arm around my shoulders.

“Okay—now let’s go get you some sleep.” I didn’t like the way the circles under his eyes were beginning to look permanently etched onto his skin.

This will definitely end well.

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I woke early the next morning and snuck a change of clothes out to the truck. I had a feeling that Charlie would approve of today’s plan just about as much as he would approve of the motorcycle.

The idea of a distraction from all my worries had me almost excited. Maybe it would be fun. A date with Jacob, a date with Edward… I laughed darkly to myself. Jake could say what he wanted about us being a messed-up pair—I was the one who was truly messed up. I made the werewolf seem downright normal.

Yeah, if Jacob found out the true depths of her mental illness he'd probably wolf out right there.

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I expected Jacob to meet me out front, the way he usually did when my noisy truck announced my arrival. When he didn’t, I guessed that he might still be sleeping. I would wait—let him get as much rest as he could. He needed his sleep, and that would give the day time to warm a bit more. Jake had been right about the weather, though; it had changed in the night. A thick layer of clouds pressed heavily on the atmosphere now, making it almost sultry; it was warm and close under the gray blanket. I left my sweater in the truck.

I knocked quietly on the door.

“C’mon in, Bella,” Billy said. He was at the kitchen table, eating cold cereal.

“Jake sleeping?”

“Er, no.” He set his spoon down, and his eyebrows pulled together.

“What happened?” I demanded. I could tell from his expression that something had.

“Embry, Jared, and Paul crossed a fresh trail early this morning. Sam and Jake took off to help. Sam was hopeful—she’s hedged herself in beside the mountains. He thinks they have a good chance to finish this.”

“Oh, no, Billy,” I whispered. “Oh, no.”

He chuckled, deep and low. “Do you really like La Push so well that you want to extend your sentence here?”

“Don’t make jokes, Billy. This is too scary for that.”

Bella has yet to learn the art of using humor to suppress your negative emotions. She really should learn it.

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“You’re right,” he agreed, still complacent. His ancient eyes were impossible to read. “This one’s tricky.”

"Ancient"? He's only in his fifties!

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I bit my lip.

Did you, now.

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“It’s not as dangerous for them as you think it is. Sam knows what he’s doing. You’re the one that you should worry about. The vampire doesn’t want to fight them. She’s just trying to find a way around them… to you.”

“How does Sam know what he’s doing?” I demanded, brushing aside his concern for me. “They’ve only killed just the one vampire—that could have been luck.”

“We take what we do very seriously, Bella. Nothing’s been forgotten. Everything they need to know has been passed down from father to son for generations.”

That didn’t comfort me the way he probably intended it to. The memory of Victoria, wild, catlike, lethal, was too strong in my head. If she couldn’t get around the wolves, she would eventually try to go through them.

James was killed just fine by the Cullens and they already killed Laurent. Why is she suddenly so unwilling to believe that a centuries-long tradition of shapeshifters built specifically for killing vampires is incapable of taking out another one? We never saw Victoria display any special talents or strength.

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Billy went back to his breakfast; I sat down on the sofa and flipped aimlessly through the TV channels. That didn’t last long. I started to feel closed in by the small room, claustrophobic, upset by the fact that I couldn’t see out the curtained windows.

“I’ll be at the beach,” I told Billy abruptly, and hurried out the door.

Being outside didn’t help as much as I’d hoped. The clouds pushed down with an invisible weight that kept the claustrophobia from easing. The forest seemed strangely vacant as I walked toward the beach. I didn’t see any animals—no birds, no squirrels. I couldn’t hear any birds, either. The silence was eerie; there wasn’t even the sound of wind in the trees.

I knew it was all just a product of the weather, but it still made me edgy. The heavy, warm pressure of the atmosphere was perceptible even to my weak human senses, and it hinted at something major in the storm department. A glance at the sky backed this up; the clouds were churning sluggishly despite the lack of breeze on the ground. The closest clouds were a smoky gray, but between the cracks I could see another layer that was a gruesome purple color. The skies had a ferocious plan in store for today. The animals must be bunkering down.

All right, we've established that very dangerous weather is approaching soon. Doing anything outside in a few minutes is probably a bad idea.

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As soon as I reached the beach, I wished I hadn’t come—I’d already had enough of this place. I’d been here almost every day, wandering alone. Was it so much different from my nightmares? But where else to go? I trudged down to the driftwood tree, and sat at the end so that I could lean against the tangled roots. I stared up at the angry sky broodingly, waiting for the first drops to break the stillness.

I tried not to think about the danger Jacob and his friends were in. Because nothing could happen to Jacob. The thought was unendurable. I’d lost too much already—would fate take the last few shreds of peace left behind? That seemed unfair, out of balance. But maybe I’d violated some unknown rule, crossed some line that had condemned me. Maybe it was wrong to be so involved with myths and legends, to turn my back on the human world. Maybe…

No. Nothing would happen to Jacob. I had to believe that or I wouldn’t be able to function.

“Argh!” I groaned, and jumped off the log. I couldn’t sit still; it was worse than pacing.

I’d really been counting on hearing Edward this morning. It seemed like that was the one thing that might make it bearable to live through this day. The hole had been festering lately, like it was getting revenge for the times that Jacob’s presence had tamed it. The edges burned.

I'm sure that won't mean anything.

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The waves picked up as I paced, beginning to crash against the rocks, but there was still no wind. I felt pinned down by the pressure of the storm. Everything swirled around me, but it was perfectly still where I stood. The air had a faint electric charge—I could feel the static in my hair.

Farther out, the waves were angrier than they were along the shore. I could see them battering against the line of the cliffs, spraying big white clouds of sea foam into the sky. There was still no movement in the air, though the clouds roiled more quickly now. It was eerie looking—like the clouds were moving by their own will. I shivered, though I knew it was just a trick of the pressure.

The cliffs were a black knife edge against the livid sky. Staring at them, I remembered the day Jacob had told me about Sam and his “gang.” I thought of the boys—the werewolves—throwing themselves into the empty air. The image of the falling, spiraling figures was still vivid in my mind. I imagined the utter freedom of the fall.… I imagined the way Edward’s voice would have sounded in my head—furious, velvet, perfect.… The burning in my chest flared agonizingly.

There had to be some way to quench it. The pain was growing more and more intolerable by the second. I glared at the cliffs and the crashing waves.

Well, why not? Why not quench it right now?

Ah, there we go.

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Jacob had promised me cliff diving, hadn’t he? Just because he was unavailable, should I have to give up the distraction I needed so badly—needed even worse because Jacob was out risking his life? Risking it, in essence, for me. If it weren’t for me, Victoria would not be killing people here… just somewhere else, far away. If anything happened to Jacob, it would be my fault. That realization stabbed deep and had me jogging back up to the road toward Billy’s house, where my truck waited.

This kind of dangerous, twisted logic being used to justify self-harming behavior is something that could legitimately get the police called to detain you for your own safety in some states.

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I knew my way to the lane that passed closest to the cliffs, but I had to hunt for the little path that would take me out to the ledge. As I followed it, I looked for turns or forks, knowing that Jake had planned to take me off the lower outcropping rather than the top, but the path wound in a thin single line toward the brink with no options. I didn’t have time to find another way down—the storm was moving in quickly now. The wind was finally beginning to touch me, the clouds pressing closer to the ground. Just as I reached the place where the dirt path fanned out into the stone precipice, the first drops broke through and splattered on my face.

It was not hard to convince myself that I didn’t have time to search for another way—I wanted to jump from the top. This was the image that had lingered in my head. I wanted the long fall that would feel like flying.

I knew that this was the stupidest, most reckless thing I had done yet. The thought made me smile. The pain was already easing, as if my body knew that Edward’s voice was just seconds away.…

If she had been saying this about taking a razor blade to her arms, the book would have been condemned for its encouragement of harmful and suicidal behavior in a young audience. Somehow this one remained a popular bestseller....

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The ocean sounded very far away, somehow farther than before, when I was on the path in the trees. I grimaced when I thought of the probable temperature of the water. But I wasn’t going to let that stop me.

The wind blew stronger now, whipping the rain into eddies around me.

I stepped out to the edge, keeping my eyes on the empty space in front of me. My toes felt ahead blindly, caressing the edge of the rock when they encountered it. I drew in a deep breath and held it… waiting.

“Bella.”

I smiled and exhaled.

Yes? I didn’t answer out loud, for fear that the sound of my voice would shatter the beautiful illusion. He sounded so real, so close. It was only when he was disapproving like this that I could hear the true memory of his voice—the velvet texture and the musical intonation that made up the most perfect of all voices.

“Don’t do this,” he pleaded.

You wanted me to be human, I reminded him. Well, watch me.

“Please. For me.”

But you won’t stay with me any other way.

I can't believe that somehow the "Edward is abusive and sparkly vampires are gay" thing because the common pop culture complaint about the series but the protagonist being completely crazypants went unremarked for the most part.

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“Please.” It was just a whisper in the blowing rain that tossed my hair and drenched my clothes—making me as wet as if this were my second jump of the day.

I rolled up onto the balls of my feet.

“No, Bella!” He was angry now, and the anger was so lovely.

I smiled and raised my arms straight out, as if I were going to dive, lifting my face into the rain. But it was too ingrained from years of swimming at the public pool—feet first, first time. I leaned forward, crouching to get more spring…

And I flung myself off the cliff.

I screamed as I dropped through the open air like a meteor, but it was a scream of exhilaration and not fear. The wind resisted, trying vainly to fight the unconquerable gravity, pushing against me and twirling me in spirals like a rocket crashing to the earth.

Yes! The word echoed through my head as I sliced through the surface of the water. It was icy, colder than I’d feared, and yet the chill only added to the high.

Charlie would have a goddamn heart attack.

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I was proud of myself as I plunged deeper into the freezing black water. I hadn’t had one moment of terror—just pure adrenaline. Really, the fall wasn’t scary at all. Where was the challenge?

That was when the current caught me.

You idiot.

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I’d been so preoccupied by the size of the cliffs, by the obvious danger of their high, sheer faces, that I hadn’t worried at all about the dark water waiting. I never dreamed that the true menace was lurking far below me, under the heaving surf.

It felt like the waves were fighting over me, jerking me back and forth between them as if determined to share by pulling me into halves. I knew the right way to avoid a riptide: swim parallel to the beach rather than struggling for the shore. But the knowledge did me little good when I didn’t know which way the shore was.

I couldn’t even tell which way the surface was.

The angry water was black in every direction; there was no brightness to direct me upward. Gravity was all-powerful when it competed with the air, but it had nothing on the waves—I couldn’t feel a downward pull, a sinking in any direction. Just the battering of the current that flung me round and round like a rag doll.

This is what leads people to drown in rivers so often. Even if not very deep, when you're thrown into rushing water you simply can't see anything around you and it becomes extremely difficult to right yourself to even try swimming in a single direction. Cliff diving into freezing water in the middle of a storm is the kind of move that's so boneheaded stupid that it makes you wonder if she can be allowed outside without supervision.

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I fought to keep my breath in, to keep my lips locked around my last store of oxygen.

It didn’t surprise me that my delusion of Edward was there. He owed me that much, considering that I was dying. I was surprised by how sure that knowledge was. I was going to drown. I was drowning.

“Keep swimming!” Edward begged urgently in my head.

Where? There was nothing but the darkness. There was no place to swim to.

“Stop that!” he ordered. “Don’t you dare give up!”

I'm almost feeling sorry for an auditory hallucination having to deal with this bullshit.

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The cold of the water was numbing my arms and legs. I didn’t feel the buffeting so much as before. It was more of just a dizziness now, a helpless spinning in the water.

But I listened to him. I forced my arms to continue reaching, my legs to kick harder, though every second I was facing a new direction. It couldn’t be doing any good. What was the point?

“Fight!” he yelled. “drat it, Bella, keep fighting.”

Why?

I didn’t want to fight anymore. And it wasn’t the lightheadedness, or the cold, or the failure of my arms as the muscles gave out in exhaustion, that made me content to stay where I was. I was almost happy that it was over. This was an easier death than others I’d faced. Oddly peaceful.

Okay now this is starting to actually seem suicidal and not just on the verge of it.

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I thought briefly of the cliches, about how you were suppose to see your life flash before your eyes. I was so much luckier. Who wanted to see a rerun, anyway?

I saw him, and I had no will to fight. It was so clear, so much more defined than any memory. My subconscious had stored Edward away in flawless detail, saving him for this final moment. I could see his perfect face as if he were really there; the exact shade of his icy skin, the shape of his lips, the line of his jaw, the gold glinting in his furious eyes. He was angry, naturally, that I was giving up. His teeth were clenched and his nostrils flared with rage.

“No! Bella, no!”

My ears were flooded with the freezing water, but his voice was clearer than ever. I ignored his words and concentrated on the sound of his voice. Why would I fight when I was so happy where I was? Even as my lungs burned for more air and my legs cramped in the icy cold, I was content. I’d forgotten what real happiness felt like.

Happiness. It made the whole dying thing pretty bearable.

The current won at that moment, shoving me abruptly against something hard, a rock invisible in the gloom. It hit me solidly across the chest, slamming into me like an iron bar, and the breath whooshed out of my lungs, escaping in a thick cloud of silver bubbles. Water flooded down my throat, choking and burning. The iron bar seemed to be dragging me, pulling me away from Edward, deeper into the dark, to the ocean floor.

Goodbye, I love you, was my last thought.

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Epicurius
Apr 10, 2010
College Slice

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He’s… the head of the pack, you know. He’s the Alpha. When he tells us to do something, or not to do something—when he really means it, well, we can’t just ignore him.”


So, fun fact about actual wolf packs. The idea a lot of people have about their structure.. that there's an Alpha wolf who brutally keeps the others in line and is constantly at risk of overthrow, is outdated and wrong. Somebody came up with it after examining captive wolves in zoos.

Actual wolf packs tend to consist of a mated pair and their unmated children along with sometimes other collateral relations. The rest of the pack isn't submissive to the alphas because of some brutal imposition of dominance. They're submissive because the alphas are their parents, and young wolves are submissive to their parents.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 16: Paris

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At that moment, my head broke the surface.

How disorienting. I’d been sure I was sinking.

The current wouldn’t let up. It was slamming me against more rocks; they beat against the center of my back sharply, rhythmically, pushing the water from my lungs. It gushed out in amazing volume, absolute torrents pouring from my mouth and nose. The salt burned and my lungs burned and my throat was too full of water to catch a breath and the rocks were hurting my back. Somehow I stayed in one place, though the waves still heaved around me. I couldn’t see anything but water everywhere, reaching for my face.

“Breathe!” a voice, wild with anxiety, ordered, and I felt a cruel stab of pain when I recognized the voice—because it wasn’t Edward’s.

I could not obey. The waterfall pouring from my mouth didn’t stop long enough for me to catch a breath. The black, icy water filled my chest, burning.

The rock smacked into my back again, right between my shoulder blades, and another volley of water choked its way out of my lungs.

“Breathe, Bella! C’mon!” Jacob begged.

Black spots bloomed across my vision, getting wider and wider, blocking out the light.

The rock struck me again.

I know she's trying to use the imagery of rocks and iron bars to try and depict Bella's disorientation, but by including Jacob's voice and name it accidentally gives the image that Jacob is trying to save her by smacking her in the back with a rock.

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The rock wasn’t cold like the water; it was hot on my skin. I realized it was Jacob’s hand, trying to beat the water from my lungs. The iron bar that had dragged me from the sea was also… warm… My head whirled, the black spots covered everything.…

Was I dying again, then? I didn’t like it—this wasn’t as good as the last time. It was only dark now, nothing worth looking at here. The sound of the crashing waves faded into the black and became a quiet, even whoosh that sounded like it was coming from the inside of my ears.…

“Bella?” Jacob asked, his voice still tense, but not as wild as before. “Bells, honey, can you hear me?”

The contents of my head swished and rolled sickeningly, like they’d joined the rough water.…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EDDtjfmS0Hs

Robert Pattinson is clearly hating his life when he does his line read for this.

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“How long has she been unconscious?” someone else asked.

The voice that was not Jacob’s shocked me, jarred me into a more focused awareness.

Someone should tell Meyer that contractions are okay. She won't look weird for using them.

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I realized that I was still. There was no tug of the current on me—the heaving was inside my head. The surface under me was flat and motionless. It felt grainy against my bare arms.

“I don’t know,” Jacob reported, still frantic. His voice was very close. Hands—so warm they had to be his—brushed wet hair from my cheeks. “A few minutes? It didn’t take long to tow her to the beach.”

The quiet whooshing inside my ears was not the waves—it was the air moving in and out of my lungs again. Each breath burned—the passageways were as raw as if I’d scrubbed them out with steel wool. But I was breathing.

And I was freezing. A thousand sharp, icy beads were striking my face and arms, making the cold worse.

“She’s breathing. She’ll come around. We should get her out of the cold, though. I don’t like the color she’s turning.…” I recognized Sam’s voice this time.

“You think it’s okay to move her?”

“She didn’t hurt her back or anything when she fell?”

“I don’t know.”

They hesitated.

This is why you wait for the real paramedics to come in a situation like this.

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I tried to open my eyes. It took me a minute, but then I could see the dark, purple clouds, flinging the freezing rain down at me. “Jake?” I croaked.

Jacob’s face blocked out the sky. “Oh!” he gasped, relief washing over his features. His eyes were wet from the rain. “Oh, Bella! Are you okay? Can you hear me? Do you hurt anywhere?”

“J-Just m-my throat,” I stuttered, my lips quivering from the cold.

“Let’s get you out of here, then,” Jacob said. He slid his arms under me and lifted me without effort—like picking up an empty box. His chest was bare and warm; he hunched his shoulders to keep the rain off of me. My head lolled over his arm. I stared vacantly back toward the furious water, beating the sand behind him.

“You got her?” I heard Sam ask.

“Yeah, I’ll take it from here. Get back to the hospital. I’ll join you later. Thanks, Sam.”

My head was still rolling. None of his words sunk in at first. Sam didn’t answer. There was no sound, and I wondered if he were already gone.

While Robert Pattinson is doing the "No. Don't. Stop." Willy Wonka acting style in the film, the clip is still enough of a comparison to highlight how godawful Meyer is at writing anything suspenseful. This scene could be any other in the book. The tone is nearly a flat line for most of it.

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The water licked and writhed up the sand after us as Jacob carried me away, like it was angry that I’d escaped. As I stared wearily, a spark of color caught my unfocused eyes—a small flash of fire was dancing on the black water, far out in the bay. The image made no sense, and I wondered how conscious I really was. My head swirled with the memory of the black, churning water—of being so lost that I couldn’t find up or down. So lost… but somehow Jacob…

“How did you find me?” I rasped.

“I was searching for you,” he told me. He was half-jogging through the rain, up the beach toward the road. “I followed the tire tracks to your truck, and then I heard you scream.…” He shuddered. “Why would you jump, Bella? Didn’t you notice that it’s turning into a hurricane out here? Couldn’t you have waited for me?” Anger filled his tone as the relief faded.

“Sorry,” I muttered. “It was stupid.”

Like I said in the last chapter, diving off a 100-foot cliff with no experience into freezing water as a hurricane approaches is the kind of stupid that makes you seriously wonder about a person's mental competency in general. If Charlie witnessed this, he would be justified in locking her in the house and driving her to and from school in his police car until she moves out.

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“Yeah, it was really stupid,” he agreed, drops of rain shaking free of his hair as he nodded. “Look, do you mind saving the stupid stuff for when I’m around? I won’t be able to concentrate if I think you’re jumping off cliffs behind my back.”

“Sure,” I agreed. “No problem.” I sounded like a chain-smoker. I tried to clear my throat—and then winced; the throat-clearing felt like stabbing a knife down there. “What happened today? Did you… find her?” It was my turn to shudder, though I wasn’t so cold here, right next to his ridiculous body heat.

Jacob shook his head. He was still more running than walking as he headed up the road to his house. “No. She took off into the water—the bloodsuckers have the advantage there. That’s why I raced home—I was afraid she was going to double back swimming. You spend so much time on the beach.…” He trailed off, a catch in his throat.

Wait, are we already done with the cliff dive? It's been two pages since she was rescued from a near-suicidal moment of stupidity and we've already abandoned it like it never happened!

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“Sam came back with you… is everyone else home, too?” I hoped they weren’t still out searching for her.

“Yeah. Sort of.”

I tried to read his expression, squinting into the hammering rain. His eyes were tight with worry or pain.

The words that hadn’t made sense before suddenly did. “You said… hospital. Before, to Sam. Is someone hurt? Did she fight you?” My voice jumped up an octave, sounding strange with the hoarseness.

“No, no. When we got back, Em was waiting with the news. It’s Harry Clearwater. Harry had a heart attack this morning.”

“Harry?” I shook my head, trying to absorb what he was saying. “Oh, no! Does Charlie know?”

“Yeah. He’s over there, too, with my dad.”

“Is Harry going to be okay?”

Jacob’s eyes tightened again. “It doesn’t look so great right now.”

Abruptly, I felt really sick with guilt—felt truly horrible about the brainless cliff dive. Nobody needed to be worrying about me right now. What a stupid time to be reckless.

This is one of those situations where the character is right but the author is still making an error with the pacing. Yes, Harry being on death's door from a heart attack is technically more serious than Bella being resuscitated from drowning and he's a big enough part of the tribe's life that it makes sense that they would shift to caring about him once they confirm that Bella is okay. But the cliff dive is meant to be a huge, impactful moment showing Bella at her nadir, her reckless pursuit of adrenaline-induced hallucinations bringing her to the brink of death. It's not something that should be waved off and forgotten about within a few pages.

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“What can I do?” I asked.

At that moment the rain stopped. I hadn’t realized we were already back to Jacob’s house until he walked through the door. The storm pounded against the roof.

“You can stay here,” Jacob said as he dumped me on the short couch. “I mean it—right here. I’ll get you some dry clothes.”

I let my eyes adjust to the dark room while Jacob banged around in his bedroom. The cramped front room seemed so empty without Billy, almost desolate. It was strangely ominous—probably just because I knew where he was.

Jacob was back in seconds. He threw a pile of gray cotton at me. “These will be huge on you, but it’s the best I’ve got. I’ll, er, step outside so you can change.”

“Don’t go anywhere. I’m too tired to move yet. Just stay with me.”

Jacob sat on the floor next to me, his back against the couch. I wondered when he’d slept last. He looked as exhausted as I felt.

He leaned his head on the cushion next to mine and yawned. “Guess I could rest for a minute.…”

His eyes closed. I let mine slide shut, too.

Poor Harry. Poor Sue. I knew Charlie was going to be beside himself. Harry was one of his best friends. Despite Jake’s negative take on things, I hoped fervently that Harry would pull through. For Charlie’s sake. For Sue’s and Leah’s and Seth’s…

We've also got a big problem with this plot development: Harry has been a virtual nonentity in the story. Apart from a few passing references in the two books, he's only appeared once and I don't recall him having any dialogue. The most dramatic moment since Laurent's encounter with Bella has shoved aside to try and make us worried about a character that's received almost no development. We can only nominally care about someone that we may have forgotten even existed by this point.

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Billy’s sofa was right next to the radiator, and I was warm now, despite my soaked clothes. My lungs ached in a way that pushed me toward unconsciousness rather than keeping me awake. I wondered vaguely if it was wrong to sleep… or was I getting drowning mixed up with concussions…? Jacob began softly snoring, and the sound of it soothed like a lullaby. I fell asleep quickly.

For the first time in a very long time, my dream was just a normal dream. Just a blurred wandering through old memories—blinding bright visions of the Phoenix sun, my mother’s face, a ramshackle tree house, a faded quilt, a wall of mirrors, a flame on the black water… I forgot each of them as soon as the picture changed.

The last picture was the only one that stuck in my head. It was meaningless—just a set on a stage. A balcony at night, a painted moon hanging in the sky. I watched the girl in her nightdress lean on the railing and talk to herself.

Meaningless… but when I slowly struggled back to consciousness, Juliet was on my mind.

It's quite convenient that all of Bella's dreams are poignant and directly related to the plot.

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Jacob was still asleep; he’d slumped down to the floor and his breathing was deep and even. The house was darker now than before, it was black outside the window. I was stiff, but warm and almost dry. The inside of my throat burned with every breath I took. I was going to have to get up—at least to get a drink.

But my body just wanted to lie here limp, to never move again.

She would certainly be safer doing that for the rest of the series!

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Instead of moving, I thought about Juliet some more.

I wondered what she would have done if Romeo had left her, not because he was banished, but because he lost interest? What if Rosalind had given him the time of day, and he’d changed his mind? What if, instead of marrying Juliet, he’d just disappeared?

I thought I knew how Juliet would feel.

She wouldn’t go back to her old life, not really. She wouldn’t ever have moved on, I was sure of that. Even if she’d lived until she was old and gray, every time she closed her eyes, it would have been Romeo’s face she saw behind her lids. She would have accepted that, eventually.

This is something I can actually talk a lot about! This year I did a local fringe festival show based around performing an abbreviated form of Romeo & Juliet while drunk. In order to create the script, I took the entire unabridged script (including scenes that are normally cut from performances and movies) and chopped it down to a lean hour. I also studied the cultural context of the show to gain a better understanding of it from the Elizabethan perspective, which often doesn't match the modern one and makes much of the play come across entirely different to contemporary audiences.

Shakespeare never intended for Romeo and Juliet to be a portrayal of a healthy relationship. Were they truly in love? Yes. Were they dumbass kids with bad parents who made things worse? Also yes.

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I wondered if she would have married Paris in the end, just to please her parents, to keep the peace. No, probably not, I decided. But then, the story didn’t say much about Paris. He was just a stick figure—a placeholder, a threat, a deadline to force her hand.

What if there were more to Paris?

What if Paris had been Juliet’s friend? Her very best friend? What if he was the only one she could confide in about the whole devastating thing with Romeo? The one person who really understood her and made her feel halfway human again? What if he was patient and kind? What if he took care of her? What if Juliet knew she couldn’t survive without him? What if he really loved her, and wanted her to be happy?

And… what if she loved Paris? Not like Romeo. Nothing like that, of course. But enough that she wanted him to be happy, too?

Paris is a character that's usually forgotten about, as his role is one that's easy to cut without changing the show; my own abridged take had Paris only appear in the final scene and be immediately killed as he's celebrating finally getting a moment to himself. But the original version of the play had multiple long scenes with Paris that showed him talking to Lord Capulet about the marriage. While it was indeed a marriage of convenience, he was portrayed as a decent (if unspectacular) man who didn't hold ill will toward anyone. His murder by Romeo in the climax is a way of showing how far Romeo has come in his suicidal insanity, while Juliet isn't exactly portrayed as being in the right when she says she'd rather be tortured and murdered than marry Paris instead of the married a day after meeting.

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Jacob’s slow, deep breathing was the only sound in the room—like a lullaby hummed to a child, like the whisper of a rocking chair, like the ticking of an old clock when you had nowhere you needed to go.… It was the sound of comfort.

If Romeo was really gone, never coming back, would it have mattered whether or not Juliet had taken Paris up on his offer? Maybe she should have tried to settle into the leftover scraps of life that were left behind. Maybe that would have been as close to happiness as she could get.

Romeo and Juliet are meant to be seen as immature. It's not really a romance to take a positive impression from.

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I sighed, and then groaned when the sigh scraped my throat. I was reading too much into the story. Romeo wouldn’t change his mind. That’s why people still remembered his name, always twined with hers: Romeo and Juliet. That’s why it was a good story. “Juliet gets dumped and ends up with Paris” would have never been a hit.

I closed my eyes and drifted again, letting my mind wander away from the stupid play I didn’t want to think about anymore. I thought about reality instead—about jumping off the cliff and what a brainless mistake that had been. And not just the cliff, but the motorcycles and the whole irresponsible Evel Knievel bit. What if something bad happened to me? What would that do to Charlie? Harry’s heart attack had pushed everything suddenly into perspective for me. Perspective that I didn’t want to see, because—if I admitted to the truth of it—it would mean that I would have to change my ways. Could I live like that?

Maybe. It wouldn’t be easy; in fact, it would be downright miserable to give up my hallucinations and try to be a grown-up. But maybe I should do it. And maybe I could. If I had Jacob.

I couldn’t make that decision right now. It hurt too much. I’d think about something else.

That's all it took to get Bella to finally start recognizing her toxic and dangerous behavior: a character who didn't even have dialogue suffering a heart attack.

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Images from my ill-considered afternoon stunt rolled through my head while I tried to come up with something pleasant to think about… the feel of the air as I fell, the blackness of the water, the thrashing of the current… Edward’s face… I lingered there for a long time. Jacob’s warm hands, trying to beat life back into me… the stinging rain flung down by the purple clouds… the strange fire on the waves…

There was something familiar about that flash of color on top of the water. Of course it couldn’t really be fire—

That was just one of Captain Jake's skippers firing his grenade launcher!

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My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car squelching through the mud on the road outside. I heard it stop in front of the house, and doors started opening and closing. I thought about sitting up, and then decided against that idea.

Billy’s voice was easily identifiable, but he kept it uncharacteristically low, so that it was only a gravelly grumble.

The door opened, and the light flicked on. I blinked, momentarily blind. Jake startled awake, gasping and jumping to his feet.

“Sorry,” Billy grunted. “Did we wake you?”

My eyes slowly focused on his face, and then, as I could read his expression, they filled with tears.

“Oh, no, Billy!” I moaned.

He nodded slowly, his expression hard with grief. Jake hurried to his father and took one of his hands. The pain made his face suddenly childlike—it looked odd on top of the man’s body.

Sam was right behind Billy, pushing his chair through the door. His normal composure was absent from his agonized face.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered.

Billy nodded. “It’s gonna be hard all around.”

“Where’s Charlie?”

“Your dad is still at the hospital with Sue. There are a lot of… arrangements to be made.”

Harry's death is far more meaningful to the audience in the movie. The film adaptation actually shows Harry and Charlie encountering Victoria in the woods, with Harry being attacked by her after trying to protect Charlie. Jacob saves them and drives her off, but Harry suffers a fatal heart attack from the stress. It's a far more poignant moment and Harry is given actual dialogue and characterization through the movie.

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I swallowed hard.

“I’d better get back there,” Sam mumbled, and he ducked hastily out the door.

Billy pulled his hand away from Jacob, and then he rolled himself through the kitchen toward his room.

Jake stared after him for a minute, then came to sit on the floor beside me again. He put his face in his hands. I rubbed his shoulder, wishing I could think of anything to say.

After a long moment, Jacob caught my hand and held it to his face.

“How are you feeling? Are you okay? I probably should have taken you to a doctor or something.” He sighed.

“Don’t worry about me,” I croaked.

He twisted his head to look at me. His eyes were rimmed in red. “You don’t look so good.”

“I don’t feel so good, either, I guess.”

“I’ll go get your truck and then take you home—you probably ought to be there when Charlie gets back.”

“Right.”

Charlie gets home and wonders why Bella smells so strongly of salt water.

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I lay listlessly on the sofa while I waited for him. Billy was silent in the other room. I felt like a peeping tom, peering through the cracks at a private sorrow that wasn’t mine.

It didn’t take Jake long. The roar of my truck’s engine broke the silence before I expected it. He helped me up from the couch without speaking, keeping his arm around my shoulder when the cold air outside made me shiver. He took the driver’s seat without asking, and then pulled me next to his side to keep his arm tight around me. I leaned my head against his chest.

“How will you get home?” I asked.

“I’m not going home. We still haven’t caught the bloodsucker, remember?”

My next shudder had nothing to do with cold.

It's really great that all the exciting action in these books keeps happening somewhere else where Bella can't witness it, but we get entire chapters dedicated to awkward dates where two people get a stomach virus that doesn't matter in the plot at all.

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It was a quiet ride after that. The cold air had woken me up. My mind was alert, and it was working very hard and very fast.

What if? What was the right thing to do?

I couldn’t imagine my life without Jacob now—I cringed away from the idea of even trying to imagine that. Somehow, he’d become essential to my survival. But to leave things the way they were… was that cruel, as Mike had accused?

I remembered wishing that Jacob were my brother. I realized now that all I really wanted was a claim on him. It didn’t feel brotherly when he held me like this. It just felt nice—warm and comforting and familiar. Safe. Jacob was a safe harbor.

I could stake a claim. I had that much within my power.

Jesus.

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I’d have to tell him everything, I knew that. It was the only way to be fair. I’d have to explain it right, so that he’d know I wasn’t settling, that he was much too good for me. He already knew I was broken, that part wouldn’t surprise him, but he’d need to know the extent of it. I’d even have to admit that I was crazy—explain about the voices I heard. He’d need to know everything before he made a decision.

But, even as I recognized that necessity, I knew he would take me in spite of it all. He wouldn’t even pause to think it through.

I would have to commit to this—commit as much of me as there was left, every one of the broken pieces. It was the only way to be fair to him. Would I? Could I?

Would it be so wrong to try to make Jacob happy? Even if the love I felt for him was no more than a weak echo of what I was capable of, even if my heart was far away, wandering and grieving after my fickle Romeo, would it be so very wrong?

Maybe you should consider therapy and medication before you start finding a new guy to attach yourself to.

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Jacob stopped the truck in front of my dark house, cutting the engine so it was suddenly silent. Like so many other times, he seemed to be in tune with my thoughts now.

He threw his other arm around me, crushing me against his chest, binding me to him. Again, this felt nice. Almost like being a whole person again.

I thought he would be thinking of Harry, but then he spoke, and his tone was apologetic. “Sorry. I know you don’t feel exactly the way I do, Bells. I swear I don’t mind. I’m just so glad you’re okay that I could sing—and that’s something no one wants to hear.” He laughed his throaty laugh in my ear.

My breathing kicked up a notch, sanding the walls of my throat.

Wouldn’t Edward, indifferent as he might be, want me to be as happy as was possible under the circumstances? Wouldn’t enough friendly emotion linger for him to want that much for me? I thought he would. He wouldn’t begrudge me this: giving just a small bit of the love he didn’t want to my friend Jacob. After all, it wasn’t the same love at all.

Jake pressed his warm cheek against the top of my hair.

If I turned my face to the side—if I pressed my lips against his bare shoulder… I knew without any doubt exactly what would follow. It would be very easy. There would be no need for explanations tonight.

But could I do it? Could I betray my absent heart to save my pathetic life?

Butterflies assaulted my stomach as I thought about turning my head.

This kinda wrecks the general impression of a "love triangle" in this series. Bella never loves Jacob the same way she loves Edward, because her love for Edward is an unhealthy obsession that she's built her personality and existence around. While Eclipse gives her some stronger feelings about it, Edward always remains the main love interest. Jacob is present to add drama, and in the next book they both behave in ways that just further the problem with the main characters all being assholes.

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And then, as clearly as if I were in immediate danger, Edward’s velvet voice whispered in my ear. “Be happy,” he told me.

I froze.

Jacob felt me stiffen and released me automatically, reaching for the door.

Wait, I wanted to say. Just a minute. But I was still locked in place, listening to the echo of Edward’s voice in my head.

Storm-cooled air blew through the cab of the truck.

“OH!” The breath whooshed out of Jacob like someone had punched him in the gut. “Holy crap!”

He slammed the door and twisted the keys in the ignition in the same moment. His hands were shaking so hard I didn’t know how he managed it.

“What’s wrong?” He revved the engine too fast; it sputtered and faltered.

“Vampire,” he spit out. The blood rushed from my head and left me dizzy.

“How do you know?”

“Because I can smell it! Dammit!”

Two naughty words in the same chapter!

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Jacob’s eyes were wild, raking the dark street. He barely seemed aware of the tremors that were rolling through his body. “Phase or get her out of here?” he hissed at himself.

He looked down at me for a split second, taking in my horror-struck eyes and white face, and then he was scanning the street again. “Right. Get you out.”

The engine caught with a roar. The tires squealed as he spun the truck around, turning toward our only escape. The headlights washed across the pavement, lit the front line of the black forest, and finally glinted off a car parked across the street from my house.

“Stop!” I gasped.

It was a black car—a car I knew. I might be the furthest thing from an autophile, but I could tell you everything about that particular car. It was a Mercedes S55 AMG. I knew the horsepower and the color of the interior. I knew the feel of the powerful engine purring through the frame. I knew the rich smell of the leather seats and the way the extra-dark tint made noon look like dusk through those windows.



The S-class Mercedes-Benz is one of the best selling luxury sedans in the world. It's also one of the very few vehicles to actually have the same model in the movie, albeit updated to the latest model year.

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It was Carlisle’s car.

Aw poo poo, the class is back!

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“Stop!” I cried again, louder this time, because Jacob was gunning the truck down the street.

“What?!”

“It’s not Victoria. Stop, stop! I want to go back.”

He stomped on the brake so hard I had to catch myself against the dashboard.

“What?” he asked again, aghast. He stared at me with horror in his eyes.

“It’s Carlisle’s car! It’s the Cullens. I know it.”

He watched dawn break across my face, and a violent tremor rocked his frame.

“Hey, calm down, Jake. It’s okay. No danger, see? Relax.”

“Yeah, calm,” he panted, putting his head down and closing his eyes. While he concentrated on not exploding into a wolf, I stared out the back window at the black car.

It was just Carlisle, I told myself. Don’t expect anything more. Maybe Esme… Stop right there, I told myself. Just Carlisle. That was plenty. More than I’d ever hoped to have again.

“There’s a vampire in your house,” Jacob hissed. “And you want to go back?”

Not gonna lie, I wouldn't hesitate to hang out with Carlisle either. He's a lot nicer than Jacob too!

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I glanced at him, ripping my unwilling eyes off the Mercedes—terrified that it would disappear the second I looked away.

“Of course,” I said, my voice blank with surprise at his question. Of course I wanted to go back.

Jacob’s face hardened while I stared at him, congealing into the bitter mask that I’d thought was gone for good. Just before he had the mask in place, I caught the spasm of betrayal that flashed in his eyes. His hands were still shaking. He looked ten years older than me.

He took a deep breath. “You’re sure it’s not a trick?” he asked in a slow, heavy voice.

“It’s not a trick. It’s Carlisle. Take me back!”

"Nobody else would ever drive the best selling luxury sedan in America!"

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A shudder rippled through his wide shoulders, but his eyes were flat and emotionless. “No.”

“Jake, it’s okay—”

“No. Take yourself back, Bella.” His voice was a slap—I flinched as the sound of it struck me. His jaw clenched and unclenched.

“Look, Bella,” he said in the same hard voice. “I can’t go back. Treaty or no treaty, that’s my enemy in there.”

“It’s not like that—”

“I have to tell Sam right away. This changes things. We can’t be caught on their territory.”

“Jake, it’s not a war!”

He didn’t listen. He put the truck in neutral and jumped out the door, leaving it running.

“Bye, Bella,” he called back over his shoulder. “I really hope you don’t die.” He sprinted into the darkness, shaking so hard that his shape seemed blurred; he disappeared before I could open my mouth to call him back.

drat. Racist.

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Remorse pinned me against the seat for one long second. What had I just done to Jacob?

But remorse couldn’t hold me very long.

Never has!

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I slid across the seat and put the truck back in drive. My hands were shaking almost as hard as Jake’s had been, and this took a minute of concentration. Then I carefully turned the truck around and drove it back to my house.

It was very dark when I turned off the headlights. Charlie had left in such a hurry that he’d forgotten to leave the porch lamp on. I felt a pang of doubt, staring at the house, deep in shadow. What if it was a trick?

I looked back at the black car, almost invisible in the night. No. I knew that car.

Still, my hands were shaking even worse than before as I reached for the key above the door. When I grabbed the doorknob to unlock it, it twisted easily under my hand. I let the door fall open. The hallway was black.

I wanted to call out a greeting, but my throat was too dry. I couldn’t quite seem to catch my breath.

I took a step inside and fumbled for the light switch. It was so black—like the black water… Where was that switch?

Just like the black water, with the orange flame flickering impossibly on top of it. Flame that couldn’t be a fire, but what then…? My fingers traced the wall, still searching, still shaking—

Suddenly, something Jacob had told me this afternoon echoed in my head, finally sinking in.… She took off into the water, he’d said. The bloodsuckers have the advantage there. That’s why I raced home—I was afraid she was going to double back swimming.

Oh hey, Victoria did make an appearance in this book! Swimming fast as gently caress in the distance!

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My hand froze in its searching, my whole body froze into place, as I realized why I recognized the strange orange color on the water.

Victoria’s hair, blowing wild in the wind, the color of fire…

She’d been right there. Right there in the harbor with me and Jacob. If Sam hadn’t been there, if it had been just the two of us…? I couldn’t breathe or move.

The light flicked on, though my frozen hand had still not found the switch.

I blinked into the sudden light, and saw that someone was there, waiting for me.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

While reading about writing issues on Mythcreants, I came across a really good descriptor for a character: the Fancy Snow Globe. It's a gender neutral version of the "sexy lamp" test, in which you ask if a female character could be replaced with a sexy lamp and not change anything about her presence in the story. The Fancy Snow Globe is a character that could be replaced by a fancy snow globe and still provide the same amount of meaning to the plot. Their existence is tied to what other people do to them or because of them, "shaking the snow globe." A common example is a one-dimensional love interest who only exists to provide motivation to the protagonist through romance, kidnapping, a tragic death, etc.

What's unusual about Twilight is that the protagonist fits this description. If Bella was replaced by a fancy snow globe that everyone was obsessed with shaking or breaking, the plot would be effectively identical. Any actual complexity to her character is pointless because she rarely takes agency to affect the plot, mostly just sitting in the background while other people do everything. You would expect Victoria hunting Bella in revenge to be a huge plot point, but even that happens entirely offscreen except for one fleeting glimpse of her swimming away. The next book has a single fight that Bella simply watches because she's powerless to interact, followed by a large battle that she never even witnesses and has to be described to her.

The ending to New Moon might actually be the only time in which Bella does something of her own prerogative that actually affects the plot in a meaningful way.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 17: Visitor

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Unnaturally still and white, with her large black eyes intent on my face, my visitor waited perfectly motionless in the center of the hall, beautiful beyond imagining.

My knees trembled for a second, and I nearly fell. Then I hurled myself at her. “

Alice, oh, Alice!” I cried, as I slammed into her.

I’d forgotten how hard she was; it was like running headlong into a wall of cement.

“Bella?” There was a strange mingling of relief and confusion in her voice.

I locked my arms around her, gasping to inhale as much of the scent of her skin as possible. It wasn’t like anything else—not floral or spice, citrus or musk. No perfume in the world could compare. My memory hadn’t done it justice.



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I didn’t notice when the gasping turned into something else—I only realized I was sobbing when Alice dragged me to the living room couch and pulled me into her lap. It was like curling up into a cool stone, but a stone that was contoured comfortingly to the shape of my body. She rubbed my back in a gentle rhythm, waiting for me to get control of myself.

“I’m… sorry,” I blubbered. “I’m just… so happy… to see you!”

“It’s okay, Bella. Everything’s okay.”

“Yes,” I bawled. And, for once, it seemed that way.

If you were hoping that Bella would ever learn a lesson, prepare to be disappointed as usual. She never gets therapy and remains completely tied to Edward and the Cullens for her own self-worth and happiness. She remains depressed and half-suicidal until she gets back what she lost.

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Alice sighed. “I’d forgotten how exuberant you are,” she said, and her tone was disapproving.

I looked up at her through my streaming eyes. Alice’s neck was tight, straining away from me, her lips pressed together firmly. Her eyes were black as pitch.

“Oh,” I puffed, as I realized the problem. She was thirsty. And I smelled appetizing. It had been a while since I’d had to think about that kind of thing. “Sorry.”

“It’s my own fault. It’s been too long since I hunted. I shouldn’t let myself get so thirsty. But I was in a hurry today.” The look she directed at me then was a glare. “Speaking of which, would you like to explain to me how you’re alive?”

That brought me up short and stopped the sobs. I realized what must have happened immediately, and why Alice was here.

I swallowed loudly. “You saw me fall.”

“No,” she disagreed, her eyes narrowing. “I saw you jump.”

I pursed my lips as I tried to think of an explanation that wouldn’t sound nuts.

Bella:

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Alice shook her head. “I told him this would happen, but he didn’t believe me. ‘Bella promised,’” her voice imitated his so perfectly that I froze in shock while the pain ripped through my torso. “‘Don’t be looking for her future, either,’” she continued to quote him. “‘We’ve done enough damage.’

“But just because I’m not looking, doesn’t mean I don’t see,” she went on. “I wasn’t keeping tabs on you, I swear, Bella. It’s just that I’m already attuned to you… when I saw you jumping, I didn’t think, I just got on a plane. I knew I would be too late, but I couldn’t do nothing. And then I get here, thinking maybe I could help Charlie somehow, and you drive up.” She shook her head, this time in confusion. Her voice was strained. “I saw you go into the water and I waited and waited for you to come up, but you didn’t. What happened? And how could you do that to Charlie? Did you stop to think what this would do to him? And my brother? Do you have any idea what Edward—”

I cut her off then, as soon as she said his name. I’d let her go on, even after I realized the misunderstanding she was under, just to hear the perfect bell tone of her voice. But it was time to interrupt.

“Alice, I wasn’t committing suicide.”

She eyed me dubiously. “Are you saying you didn’t jump off a cliff?”

“No, but…” I grimaced. “It was for recreational purposes only.”

Her expression hardened.

Even Alice can't believe this poo poo.

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“I’d seen some of Jacob’s friends cliff diving,” I insisted. “It looked like… fun, and I was bored.…”

She waited.

“I didn’t think about how the storm would affect the currents. Actually, I didn’t think about the water much at all.”

Alice didn’t buy it. I could see that she still thought I had been trying to kill myself. I decided to redirect. “So if you saw me go in, why didn’t you see Jacob?”

Bella was literally so dumb that you can't convince someone clairvoyant that it wasn't a suicide attempt.

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She cocked her head to the side, distracted. I continued. “It’s true that I probably would have drowned if Jacob hadn’t jumped in after me. Well, okay, there’s no probably about it. But he did, and he pulled me out, and I guess he towed me back to shore, though I was kind of out for that part. It couldn’t have been more than a minute that I was under before he grabbed me. How come you didn’t see that?”

She frowned in perplexity. “Someone pulled you out?”

“Yes. Jacob saved me.”

This is actually important, and I'm pretty sure it's something Meyer quickly wrote in when she realized that Alice's powers could accidentally create a plot hole.

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I watched curiously as an enigmatic range of emotions flitted across her face. Something was bothering her—her imperfect vision? But I wasn’t sure. Then she deliberately leaned in and sniffed my shoulder.

I froze.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she muttered, sniffing at me some more.

“What are you doing?”

She ignored my question. “Who was with you out there just now? It sounded like you were arguing.”

Vampire and werewolves are just different forms of dogs.

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“Jacob Black. He’s… sort of my best friend, I guess. At least, he was…” I thought of Jacob’s angry, betrayed face, and wondered what he was to me now.

Alice nodded, seeming preoccupied.

“What?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’m not sure what it means.”

“Well, I’m not dead, at least.”

She rolled her eyes. “He was a fool to think you could survive alone. I’ve never seen anyone so prone to life-threatening idiocy.”

This whole chapter is just Bella getting dragged.

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“I survived,” I pointed out.

She was thinking of something else. “So, if the currents were too much for you, how did this Jacob manage?”

“Jacob is… strong.”

She heard the reluctance in my voice, and her eyebrows rose.

I gnawed on my lip for a second. Was this a secret, or not? And if it was, then who was my greatest allegiance to? Jacob, or Alice?

It was too hard to keep secrets, I decided. Jacob knew everything, why not Alice, too?

“See, well, he’s… sort of a werewolf,” I admitted in a rush. “The Quileutes turn into wolves when there are vampires around. They know Carlisle from a long time ago. Were you with Carlisle back then?”

Bella you idiot.

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Alice gawked at me for a moment, and then recovered herself, blinking rapidly. “Well, I guess that explains the smell,” she muttered. “But does it explain what I didn’t see?” She frowned, her porcelain forehead creasing.

“The smell?” I repeated.

“You smell awful,” she said absently, still frowning. “A werewolf? Are you sure about that?”

“Very sure,” I promised, wincing as I remembered Paul and Jacob fighting in the road. “I guess you weren’t with Carlisle the last time there were werewolves here in Forks?”

“No. I hadn’t found him yet.” Alice was still lost in thought. Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she turned to stare at me with a shocked expression. “Your best friend is a werewolf?”

I nodded sheepishly.

“How long has this been going on?”

“Not long,” I said, my voice sounding defensive. “He’s only been a werewolf for just a few weeks.”

This is like explaining to your friends that you've only been dating your ex again for a little bit.

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She glowered at me. “A young werewolf? Even worse! Edward was right—you’re a magnet for danger. Weren’t you supposed to be staying out of trouble?”

“There’s nothing wrong with werewolves,” I grumbled, stung by her critical tone.

“Until they lose their tempers.” She shook her head sharply from side to side. “Leave it to you, Bella. Anyone else would be better off when the vampires left town. But you have to start hanging out with the first monsters you can find.”

Bella had one brain cell and the Cullens took it with her when they left.

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I didn’t want to argue with Alice—I was still trembling with joy that she was really, truly here, that I could touch her marble skin and hear her wind-chime voice—but she had it all wrong.

I really wasn't expecting Bella and Alice's relationship to be so overtly homoerotic.

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“No, Alice, the vampires didn’t really leave—not all of them, anyway. That’s the whole trouble. If it weren’t for the werewolves, Victoria would have gotten me by now. Well, if it weren’t for Jake and his friends, Laurent would have gotten me before she could, I guess, so—”

“Victoria?” she hissed. “Laurent?”

I nodded, a teensy bit alarmed by the expression in her black eyes. I pointed at my chest. “Danger magnet, remember?”

She shook her head again. “Tell me everything—start at the beginning.”

I glossed over the beginning, skipping the motorcycles and the voices, but telling her everything else right up to today’s misadventure. Alice didn’t like my thin explanation about boredom and the cliffs, so I hurried on to the strange flame I’d seen on the water and what I thought it meant. Her eyes narrowed almost to slits at that part. It was strange to see her look so… so dangerous—like a vampire. I swallowed hard and went on with the rest about Harry.

As someone who already thinks Bella is incredibly dangerous to herself, I can't imagine her reacting to her hallucinations and self-harming behavior with anything other than turning around and walking right out the door.

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She listened to my story without interrupting. Occasionally, she would shake her head, and the crease in her forehead deepened until it looked like it was carved permanently into the marble of her skin. She didn’t speak and, finally, I fell quiet, struck again by the borrowed grief at Harry’s passing. I thought of Charlie; he would be home soon. What condition would he be in?

“Our leaving didn’t do you any good at all, did it?” Alice murmured.

I laughed once—it was a slightly hysterical sound. “That was never the point, though, was it? It’s not like you left for my benefit.”

Bella's laughter being described as "hysterical" so often makes me think of her as a babbling lunatic.

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Alice scowled at the floor for a moment. “Well… I guess I acted impulsively today. I probably shouldn’t have intruded.”

I could feel the blood draining from my face. My stomach dropped. “Don’t go, Alice,” I whispered. My fingers locked around the collar of her white shirt and I began to hyperventilate. “Please don’t leave me.”

I think Alice leaving now would actually induce her to commit suicide.

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Her eyes opened wider. “All right,” she said, enunciating each word with slow precision. “I’m not going anywhere tonight. Take a deep breath.”

I tried to obey, though I couldn’t quite locate my lungs.

She watched my face while I concentrated on my breathing. She waited till I was calmer to comment.

“You look like hell, Bella.”

“I drowned today,” I reminded her.

It's really frustrating how many legitimately funny or good lines are in these books, surrounded by a morass of boredom and disgust.

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“It goes deeper than that. You’re a mess.”

I flinched. “Look, I’m doing my best.”

“What do you mean?”

“It hasn’t been easy. I’m working on it.”

No you're not! You just jumped off a cliff during a hurricane to make yourself hallucinate today!

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She frowned. “I told him,” she said to herself.

“Alice,” I sighed. “What did you think you were going to find? I mean, besides me dead? Did you expect to find me skipping around and whistling show tunes? You know me better than that.”

"You know I'm way more likely to have died while you were gone than anything else!"

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“I do. But I hoped.”

“Then I guess I don’t have the corner on the idiocy market.”

Why do people like Bella, again?

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The phone rang.

“That has to be Charlie,” I said, staggering to my feet. I grabbed Alice’s stone hand and dragged her with me to the kitchen. I wasn’t about to let her out of my sight.

“Charlie?” I answered the phone.

“No, it’s me,” Jacob said.

“Jake!”

Alice scrutinized my expression.

“Just making sure you were still alive,” Jacob said sourly.

“I’m fine. I told you that it wasn’t—”

“Yeah. I got it. ’Bye.”

Jacob hung up on me.

I sighed and let my head hang back, staring at the ceiling. “That’s going to be a problem.”

Alice squeezed my hand. “They aren’t excited I’m here.”

I am! She's way more interesting than Paul!

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“Not especially. But it’s none of their business anyway.”

Alice put her arm around me. “So what do we do now?” she mused. She seemed to talk to herself for a moment. “Things to do. Loose ends to tie.”

“What things to do?” Her face was suddenly careful. “I don’t know for sure… I need to see Carlisle.”

Would she leave so soon? My stomach dropped.

“Could you stay?” I begged. “Please? For just a little while. I’ve missed you so much.” My voice broke.

“If you think that’s a good idea.” Her eyes were unhappy.

“I do. You can stay here—Charlie would love that.”

“I have a house, Bella.”

"Also I'm not sure if our ages make this a MILF or DILF thing."

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I nodded, disappointed but resigned. She hesitated, studying me.

“Well, I need to go get a suitcase of clothes, at the very least.”

I threw my arms around her. “Alice, you’re the best!”

“And I think I’ll need to hunt. Immediately,” she added in a strained voice.

Bella was about to end the whole series right there.

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“Oops.” I took a step back.

“Can you stay out of trouble for one hour?” she asked skeptically. Then, before I could answer, she held up one finger and closed her eyes. Her face went smooth and blank for a few seconds.

And then her eyes opened and she answered her own question. “Yes, you’ll be fine. For tonight, anyway.” She grimaced. Even making faces, she looked like an angel.

“You’ll come back?” I asked in a small voice.

“I promise—one hour.”

I glanced at the clock over the kitchen table. She laughed and leaned in quickly to kiss me on the cheek. Then she was gone.

Okay now even I'm shipping it.

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I took a deep breath. Alice would be back. I suddenly felt so much better.

I had plenty to do to keep myself busy while I waited. A shower was definitely first on the agenda. I sniffed my shoulders as I undressed, but I couldn’t smell anything but the brine and seaweed scent of the ocean. I wondered what Alice had meant about me smelling bad.

Is...is it not obvious?

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When I was cleaned up, I went back to the kitchen. I couldn’t see any signs that Charlie had eaten recently, and he would probably be hungry when he got back. I hummed tunelessly to myself as I moved around the kitchen.

While Thursday’s casserole rotated in the microwave, I made up the couch with sheets and an old pillow. Alice wouldn’t need it, but Charlie would need to see it. I was careful not to watch the clock. There was no reason to start myself panicking; Alice had promised.

I hurried through my dinner, not tasting it—just feeling the ache as it slid down my raw throat. Mostly I was thirsty; I must have drunk a half gallon of water by the time I was finished. All the salt in my system had dehydrated me.

I went to go try to watch TV while I waited.

Alice was already there, sitting on her improvised bed. Her eyes were a liquid butterscotch. She smiled and patted the pillow. “Thanks.”

“You’re early,” I said, elated.

She already went through every house pet in the neighborhood.

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I sat down next to her and leaned my head on her shoulder. She put her cold arms around me and sighed.

“Bella. What are we going to do with you?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I really have been trying my hardest.”

“I believe you.”

It was silent.

“Does—does he…” I took a deep breath. It was harder to say his name out loud, even though I was able to think it now. “Does Edward know you’re here?” I couldn’t help asking. It was my pain, after all. I’d deal with it when she was gone, I promised myself, and felt sick at the thought.

“No.”

There was only one way that could be true. “He’s not with Carlisle and Esme?”

“He checks in every few months.”

“Oh.” He must still be out enjoying his distractions.



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I focused my curiosity on a safer topic. “You said you flew here.… Where did you come from?”

“I was in Denali. Visiting Tanya’s family.”

“Is Jasper here? Did he come with you?”

She shook her head. “He didn’t approve of my interfering. We promised.…” she trailed off, and then her tone changed. “And you think Charlie won’t mind my being here?” she asked, sounding worried.

“Charlie thinks you’re wonderful, Alice.”

“Well, we’re about to find out.”

Sure enough, a few seconds later I heard the cruiser pull into the driveway. I jumped up and hurried to open the door.

Charlie trudged slowly up the walk, his eyes on the ground and his shoulders slumped. I walked forward to meet him; he didn’t even see me until I hugged him around the waist. He embraced me back fiercely.

“I’m so sorry about Harry, Dad.”

“I’m really going to miss him,” Charlie mumbled.

“How’s Sue doing?”

“She seems dazed, like she hasn’t grasped it yet. Sam’s staying with her.…” The volume of his voice faded in and out. “Those poor kids. Leah’s just a year older than you, and Seth is only fourteen.…” He shook his head.

I feel like Charlie goes through so much worse than Bella.

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He kept his arms tight around me as he started toward the door again.

“Um, Dad?” I figured I’d better warn him. “You’ll never guess who’s here.”

He looked at me blankly. His head swiveled around, and he spied the Mercedes across the street, the porch light reflecting off the glossy black paint. Before he could react, Alice was in the doorway.

“Hi, Charlie,” she said in a subdued voice. “I’m sorry I came at such a bad time.”

“Alice Cullen?” he peered at the slight figure in front of him as if he doubted what his eyes were telling him. “Alice, is that you?”

“It’s me,” she confirmed. “I was in the neighborhood.”

“Is Carlisle…?”

“No, I’m alone.” Both Alice and I knew he wasn’t really asking about Carlisle. His arm tightened over my shoulder.

“She can stay here, can’t she?” I pleaded. “I already asked her.”

“Of course,” Charlie said mechanically. “We’d love to have you, Alice.”

“Thank you, Charlie. I know it’s horrid timing.”

“No, it’s fine, really. I’m going to be really busy doing what I can for Harry’s family; it will be nice for Bella to have some company.”

“There’s dinner for you on the table, Dad,” I told him.

“Thanks, Bell.” He gave me one more squeeze before he shuffled toward the kitchen.

Can the Cullens adopt Charlie instead?

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Alice went back to the couch, and I followed her. This time, she was the one to pull me against her shoulder. “You look tired.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, and shrugged. “Near-death experiences do that to me.… So, what does Carlisle think of you being here?”

“He doesn’t know. He and Esme were on a hunting trip. I’ll hear from him in a few days, when he gets back.”

“You won’t tell him, though… when he checks in again?” I asked. She knew I didn’t mean Carlisle now.

“No. He’d bite my head off,” Alice said grimly.

We keep getting less and less reason to think Edward is such a great guy!

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I laughed once, and then sighed.

I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to stay up all night talking to Alice. And it didn’t make sense for me to be tired, what with crashing on Jacob’s couch all day. But drowning really had taken a lot out of me, and my eyes wouldn’t stay open. I rested my head on her stone shoulder, and drifted into a more peaceful oblivion than I had any hope of.

I woke early, from a deep and dreamless sleep, feeling well-rested, but stiff. I was on the couch tucked under the blankets I’d laid out for Alice, and I could hear her and Charlie talking in the kitchen. It sounded like Charlie was fixing her breakfast.

“How bad was it, Charlie?” Alice asked softly, and at first I thought they were talking about the Clearwaters.

Charlie sighed. “Real bad.”

“Tell me about it. I want to know exactly what happened when we left.”

There was a pause while a cupboard door was closed and a dial on the stove was clicked off. I waited, cringing.

“I’ve never felt so helpless,” Charlie began slowly. “I didn’t know what to do. That first week—I thought I was going to have to hospitalize her. She wouldn’t eat or drink, she wouldn’t move. Dr. Gerandy was throwing around words like ‘catatonic,’ but I didn’t let him up to see her. I was afraid it would scare her.”

Remember how the book initially didn't reveal anything about how Bella's depression went and just let you assume she stayed robotic for those 4 months?

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“She snapped out of it though?”

“I had Renée come to take her to Florida. I just didn’t want to be the one… if she had to go to a hospital or something. I hoped being with her mother would help. But when we started packing her clothes, she woke up with a vengeance. I’ve never seen Bella throw a fit like that. She was never one for the tantrums, but, boy, did she fly into a fury. She threw her clothes everywhere and screamed that we couldn’t make her leave—and then she finally started crying. I thought that would be the turning point. I didn’t argue when she insisted on staying here… and she did seem to get better at first.…”

The Florida Mental Health Act, or Baker Act, would actually allow Bella to have been involuntarily committed! Someone displaying signs of mental illness, behaving as though they're a danger to themselves or others (including neglecting their own health and care to a dangerous degree), and refusing voluntary examination can be forcibly institutionalized for their own safety.

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Charlie trailed off. It was hard listening to this, knowing how much pain I’d caused him.

“But?” Alice prompted.

“She went back to school and work, she ate and slept and did her homework. She answered when someone asked her a direct question. But she was… empty. Her eyes were blank. There were lots of little things—she wouldn’t listen to music anymore; I found a bunch of CDs broken in the trash. She didn’t read; she wouldn’t be in the same room when the TV was on, not that she watched it so much before. I finally figured it out—she was avoiding everything that might remind her of… him.

“We could hardly talk; I was so worried about saying something that would upset her—the littlest things would make her flinch—and she never volunteered anything. She would just answer if I asked her something.

“She was alone all the time. She didn’t call her friends back, and after a while, they stopped calling.

“It was night of the living dead around here. I still hear her screaming in her sleep.…”

Charlie had to go through all of this...because of a 6-month relationship breaking up. And it still hasn't stopped.

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I could almost see him shuddering. I shuddered, too, remembering. And then I sighed. I hadn’t fooled him at all, not for one second.

“I’m so sorry, Charlie,” Alice said, voice glum.

“It’s not your fault.” The way he said it made it perfectly clear that he was holding someone responsible. “You were always a good friend to her.”

I mean it's not really Edward's fault either. While the Cullens chose a really lovely way to do the breakup and had awful communication after Jasper's accident, Bella's attachment issues are her own. Even the most casual breakup would have caused this.

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“She seems better now, though.”

“Yeah. Ever since she started hanging out with Jacob Black, I’ve noticed a real improvement. She has some color in her cheeks when she comes home, some light in her eyes. She’s happier.” He paused, and his voice was different when he spoke again. “He’s a year or so younger than her, and I know she used to think of him as a friend, but I think maybe it’s something more now, or headed that direction, anyway.” Charlie said this in a tone that was almost belligerent. It was a warning, not for Alice, but for her to pass along. “Jake’s old for his years,” he continued, still sounding defensive. “He’s taken care of his father physically the way Bella took care of her mother emotionally. It matured him. He’s a good-looking kid, too—takes after his mom’s side. He’s good for Bella, you know,” Charlie insisted.

“Then it’s good she has him,” Alice agreed.

That actually brings to light some more of the issues with Bella's insistence that she's mentally more mature than Jacob. Apart from her obvious emotional instability, she seems to have forgotten that Jacob has had to care for his paraplegic father for years. As someone who has had to care for a family member who lacked the physical capability to care for themselves, I can attest that Jacob has probably gone through some awful and mildly traumatizing things and literally seen things that he shouldn't have had to see. While Bella having to be self-sufficient due to her childlike mother was a longer period of time, what Jacob went through was likely much worse as an individual moment.

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Charlie sighed out a big gust of air, folding quickly to the lack of opposition. “Okay, so I guess that’s overstating things. I don’t know… even with Jacob, now and then I see something in her eyes, and I wonder if I’ve ever grasped how much pain she’s really in. It’s not normal, Alice, and it… it frightens me. Not normal at all. Not like someone… left her, but like someone died.” His voice cracked.

It was like someone had died—like I had died. Because it had been more than just losing the truest of true loves, as if that were not enough to kill anyone. It was also losing a whole future, a whole family—the whole life that I’d chosen.…

Yes, chosen. Not "was promised", but "chosen." Even the rest of the family held some reluctance despite their baffling love for her (insomuch as anyone here having love for Bella is baffling with how awful of a person she is) and Edward had sworn up and down that he would never turn her into a vampire. At this stage of the series, her entire future was one that she created in her imagination. She devastated herself by losing something that wasn't real.

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Charlie went on in a hopeless tone. “I don’t know if she’s going to get over it—I’m not sure if it’s in her nature to heal from something like this. She’s always been such a constant little thing. She doesn’t get past things, change her mind.”

“She’s one of a kind,” Alice agreed in a dry voice.

I don't think Alice was being complimentary.

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“And Alice…” Charlie hesitated. “Now, you know how fond I am of you, and I can tell that she’s happy to see you, but… I’m a little worried about what your visit will do to her.”

“So am I, Charlie, so am I. I wouldn’t have come if I’d had any idea. I’m sorry.”

But wouldn't she have had an idea? She just said earlier in the chapter that she's become "attuned" to Bella so she doesn't even have to intentionally try to see her future. Did it not kick in until Bella did something so drastically dumb that her brain couldn't miss it?

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“Don’t apologize, honey. Who knows? Maybe it will be good for her.”

“I hope you’re right.”

There was a long break while forks scraped plates and Charlie chewed. I wondered where Alice was hiding the food.

Don't ask questions you're not prepared to hear the answer to.

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“Alice, I have to ask you something,” Charlie said awkwardly.

Alice was calm. “Go ahead.”

“He’s not coming back to visit, too, is he?” I could hear the suppressed anger in Charlie’s voice.

Alice answered in a soft, reassuring tone. “He doesn’t even know I’m here. The last time I spoke with him, he was in South America.”

I stiffened as I heard this new information, and listened harder.

“That’s something, at least.” Charlie snorted. “Well, I hope he’s enjoying himself.”

For the first time, Alice’s voice had a bit of steel in it. “I wouldn’t make assumptions, Charlie.” I knew how her eyes would flash when she used that tone.

"He can only enjoy the beach when it's cloudy!"

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A chair scooted from the table, scraping loudly across the floor. I pictured Charlie getting up; there was no way Alice would make that kind of noise. The faucet ran, splashing against a dish. It didn’t sound like they were going to say anything more about Edward, so I decided it was time to wake up.

I turned over, bouncing against the springs to make them squeak. Then I yawned loudly.

All was quiet in the kitchen.

I stretched and groaned. “Alice?” I asked innocently; the soreness rasping in my throat added nicely to the charade.

“I’m in the kitchen, Bella,” Alice called, no hint in her voice that she suspected my eavesdropping. But she was good at hiding things like that.

And, you know, can see the future and has superhuman senses.

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Charlie had to leave then—he was helping Sue Clearwater with the funeral arrangements. It would have been a very long day without Alice. She never spoke about leaving, and I didn’t ask her. I knew it was inevitable, but I put it out of my mind.

Instead, we talked about her family—all but one.

Carlisle was working nights in Ithaca and teaching part time at Cornell. Esme was restoring a seventeenth century house, a historical monument, in the forest north of the city. Emmett and Rosalie had gone to Europe for a few months on another honeymoon, but they were back now. Jasper was at Cornell, too, studying philosophy this time. And Alice had been doing some personal research, concerning the information I’d accidentally uncovered for her last spring. She’d successfully tracked down the asylum where she’d spent the last years of her human life. The life she had no memory of.

It sounds like everyone except Edward spends their time as a vampire just having the time of their lives!

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“My name was Mary Alice Brandon,” she told me quietly. “I had a little sister named Cynthia. Her daughter—my niece—is still alive in Biloxi.”

Do you really count as "alive" if you're living in Biloxi?

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“Did you find out why they put you in… that place?” What would drive parents to that extreme? Even if their daughter saw visions of the future.…

She just shook her head, her topaz eyes thoughtful. “I couldn’t find much about them. I went through all the old newspapers on microfiche. My family wasn’t mentioned often; they weren’t part of the social circle that made the papers. My parents’ engagement was there, and Cynthia’s.” The name fell uncertainly from her tongue. “My birth was announced… and my death. I found my grave. I also filched my admissions sheet from the old asylum archives. The date on the admission and the date on my tombstone are the same.”

Alice just awkwardly stuffing a new folder of papers into her bag every time someone looks away.

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I didn’t know what to say, and, after a short pause, Alice moved on to lighter topics.

The Cullens were reassembled now, with the one exception, spending Cornell’s spring break in Denali with Tanya and her family. I listened too eagerly to even the most trivial news. She never mentioned the one I was most interested in, and for that I was grateful. It was enough to listen to the stories of the family I’d once dreamed of belonging to.

Charlie didn’t get back until after dark, and he looked more worn than he had the night before. He would be headed back to the reservation first thing in the morning for Harry’s funeral, so he turned in early. I stayed on the couch with Alice again.

Is it really that bad forgetting about Edward? Let him be all "woe is me" in the jungle while having fun with all the genius vampires that keep loving around and going on international trips.

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Charlie was almost a stranger when he came down the stairs before the sun was up, wearing an old suit I’d never seen him in before. The jacket hung open; I guessed it was too tight to fasten the buttons. His tie was a bit wide for the current style. He tiptoed to the door, trying not to wake us up. I let him go, pretending to sleep, as Alice did on the recliner.

Remember that Meyer envisioned John C. Reily playing Charlie. Casting a handsome and fit Billy Burke is probably the biggest change from the book description of anyone.

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As soon as he was out the door, Alice sat up. Under the quilt, she was fully dressed.

“So, what are we doing today?” she asked.

“I don’t know—do you see anything interesting happening?”

She smiled and shook her head. “But it’s still early.”

All the time I’d been spending in La Push meant a pile of things I’d been neglecting at home, and I decided to catch up on my chores. I wanted to do something, anything that might make life easier for Charlie—maybe it would make him feel just a little better to come home to a clean, organized house. I started with the bathroom—it showed the most signs of neglect.

Bella you haven't even cleaned the drat house?

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While I worked, Alice leaned against the doorjamb and asked nonchalant questions about my, well, our high school friends and what they had been up to since she’d left. Her face stayed casual and emotionless, but I sensed her disapproval when she realized how little I could tell her. Or maybe I just had a guilty conscience after eavesdropping on her conversation with Charlie yesterday morning.

I was literally up to my elbows in Comet, scrubbing the floor of the bathtub, when the doorbell rang. I

looked to Alice at once, and her expression was perplexed, almost worried, which was strange; Alice was never taken by surprise.

“Hold on!” I shouted in the general direction of the front door, getting up and hurrying to the sink to rinse my arms off.

“Bella,” Alice said with a trace of frustration in her voice, “I have a fairly good guess who that might be, and I think I’d better step out.”

“Guess?” I echoed. Since when did Alice have to guess anything?

“If this is a repeat of my egregious lapse in foresight yesterday, then it’s most likely Jacob Black or one of his… friends.”

I stared at her, putting it together. “You can’t see werewolves?”

She grimaced. “So it would seem.” She was obviously annoyed by this fact—very annoyed.

Like I said, I think Meyer put this in to try and cover up for why Alice couldn't see Bella get rescued. I'm not sure if it turns out important later.

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The doorbell rang again—buzzing twice quickly and impatiently.

“You don’t have to go anywhere, Alice. You were here first.”

She laughed her silvery little laugh—it had a dark edge. “Trust me—it wouldn’t be a good idea to have me and Jacob Black in a room together.”

She kissed my cheek swiftly before she vanished through Charlie’s door—and out his back window, no doubt.

The doorbell rang again.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 18: The Funeral

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I sprinted down the stairs and threw the door open.

It was Jacob, of course. Even blind, Alice wasn’t slow. He was standing about six feet back from the door, his nose wrinkled in distaste, but his face otherwise smooth—masklike. He didn’t fool me; I could see the faint trembling of his hands.

Hostility rolled off of him in waves. It brought back that awful afternoon when he’d chosen Sam over me, and I felt my chin jerk up defensively in response.

Jacob’s Rabbit idled by the curb with Jared behind the wheel and Embry in the passenger seat. I understood what this meant: they were afraid to let him come here alone. It made me sad, and a little annoyed. The Cullens weren’t like that.

Are we not supposed to be disturbed by Jacob's sudden volatility? If I had a friend who couldn't even come to my house without being on the verge of raging out and killing everything in sight, I'd probably stop being his friend!

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“Hey,” I finally said when he didn’t speak.

Jake pursed his lips, still hanging back from the door. His eyes flickered across the front of the house.

I ground my teeth. “She’s not here. Do you need something?”

He hesitated. “You’re alone?”

“Yes.” I sighed.

“Can I talk to you a minute?”

Of course you can, Jacob. Come on in.”

Jacob glanced over his shoulder at his friends in the car. I saw Embry shake his head just a tiny bit. For some reason, this bugged me to no end.

My teeth clenched together again. “Chicken,” I mumbled under my breath.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hF_-5pZ_kxY

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Jake’s eyes flashed back to me, his thick, black brows pushing into a furious angle over his deep-set eyes. His jaw set, and he marched—there was no other way to describe the way he moved—up the sidewalk and shrugged past me into the house.

I locked gazes with first Jared and then Embry—I didn’t like the hard way they eyed me; did they really think I would let anything hurt Jacob?—before I shut the door on them.

I think it's the other way around.

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Jacob was in the hall behind me, staring at the mess of blankets in the living room.

“Slumber party?” he asked, his tone sarcastic.

“Yeah,” I answered with the same level of acid. I didn’t like Jacob when he acted this way. “What’s it to you?”

He wrinkled his nose again like he smelled something unpleasant. “Where’s your ‘friend’?” I could hear the quotation marks in his tone.

“She had some errands to run. Look, Jacob, what do you want?”

Something about the room seemed to make him edgier—his long arms were quivering. He didn’t answer my question. Instead he moved on to the kitchen, his restless eyes darting everywhere.

I followed him. He paced back and forth along the short counter.

“Hey,” I said, putting myself in his way. He stopped pacing and stared down at me. “What’s your problem?”

“I don’t like having to be here.”

That stung. I winced, and his eyes tightened.

“Then I’m sorry you had to come,” I muttered. “Why don’t you tell me what you need so you can leave?”

“I just have to ask you a couple of questions. It shouldn’t take long. We have to get back for the funeral.”

That's a fast funeral! He just died yesterday! Traditional Quileute burial practices involve taking the body out of the house as fast as possible so no curious souls will follow it and place it in a canoe (or hollow log or cheap pine casket if they didn't have their own canoe) with broken ("dead") items to take with them into the afterlife. This neat practice unfortunately ended some time in the 1940s.

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“Okay. Get it over with then.” I was probably overdoing it with the antagonism, but I didn’t want him to see how much this hurt. I knew I wasn’t being fair. After all, I’d picked the bloodsucker over him last night. I’d hurt him first.

Always remember that when you hurt someone, the appropriate response is to hurt them further and be even more antagonistic to cover up your emotions!

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He took a deep breath, and his trembling fingers were suddenly still. His face smoothed into a serene mask.

“One of the Cullens is staying here with you,” he stated.

“Yes. Alice Cullen.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “How long is she here for?”

“As long as she wants to be.” The belligerence was still there in my tone. “It’s an open invitation.”

“Do you think you could… please… explain to her about the other one—Victoria?”

I paled. “I told her about that.”

He nodded. “You should know that we can only watch our own lands with a Cullen here. You’ll only be safe in La Push. I can’t protect you here anymore.”

“Okay,” I said in a small voice.

This is a weird part of the treaty that seems to just be an excuse to keep the conflict going. Now the wolves can only help Bella if she's on Quileute territory.

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He looked away then, out the back windows. He didn’t continue.

“Is that all?”

He kept his eyes on the glass as he answered. “Just one more thing.”

I waited, but he didn’t continue.

“Yes?” I finally prompted.

“Are the rest of them coming back now?” he asked in a cool, quiet voice. It reminded me of Sam’s always calm manner. Jacob was becoming more like Sam.… I wondered why that bothered me so much.

I'd take that over him barely suppressing his violent anger!

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Now I didn’t speak. He looked back at my face with probing eyes.

“Well?” he asked. He struggled to conceal the tension behind his serene expression.

“No.” I said finally. Grudgingly. “They aren’t coming back.”

His expression didn’t change. “Okay. That’s all.”

I glared at him, annoyance rekindled. “Well, run along now. Go tell Sam that the scary monsters aren’t coming to get you.”

“Okay,” he repeated, still calm.

That seemed to be it. Jacob walked swiftly from the kitchen. I waited to hear the front door open, but I heard nothing. I could hear the clock over the stove ticking, and I marveled again at how quiet he’d become.

What a disaster. How could I have alienated him so completely in such a short amount of time?

Would he forgive me when Alice was gone? What if he didn’t?

Hang out with your normal human friends?

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I slumped against the counter and buried my face in my hands. How had I made such a mess of everything? But what could I have done differently? Even in hindsight, I couldn’t think of any better way, any perfect course of action.

“Bella…?” Jacob asked in a troubled voice.

I pulled my face out of my hands to see Jacob hesitating in the kitchen doorway; he hadn’t left when I’d thought. It was only when I saw the clear drops sparkling in my hands that I realized I was crying.

Jacob’s calm expression was gone; his face was anxious and unsure. He walked quickly back to stand in front of me, ducking his head so that his eyes were closer to being on the same level with mine.

“Did it again, didn’t I?”

“Did what?” I asked, my voice cracking.

“Broke my promise. Sorry.”

Jacob's making a habit of running away before running right back and apologizing.

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“’S’okay,” I mumbled. “I started it this time.”

His face twisted. “I knew how you felt about them. It shouldn’t have taken me by surprise like that.”

I could see the revulsion in his eyes. I wanted to explain to him what Alice was really like, to defend her against the judgments he’d made, but something warned me that now was not the time.

"It's like...the author is telling me the conflict needs to continue!"

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So I just said, “Sorry,” again.

“Let’s not worry about it, okay? She’s just visiting, right? She’ll leave, and things will go back to normal.”

“Can’t I be friends with you both at the same time?” I asked, my voice not hiding an ounce of the hurt I felt.

He shook his head slowly. “No, I don’t think you can.”

I sniffed and stared at his big feet. “But you’ll wait, right? You’ll still be my friend, even though I love Alice, too?”

I didn’t look up, afraid to see what he’d think of that last part. It took him a minute to answer, so I was probably right not to look.

“Yeah, I’ll always be your friend,” he said gruffly. “No matter what you love.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

I felt his arms wind around me, and I leaned against his chest, still sniffling. “This sucks.”

Yep!

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“Yeah.” Then he sniffed my hair and said, “Ew.”

What!” I demanded. I looked up to see that his nose was wrinkled again. “Why does everyone keep doing that to me? I don’t smell!”

He smiled a little. “Yes, you do—you smell like them. Blech. Too sweet—sickly sweet. And… icy. It burns my nose.”

“Really?” That was strange. Alice smelled unbelievably wonderful. To a human, anyway. “But why would Alice think I smelled, too, then?”

That wiped his smile away. “Huh. Maybe I don’t smell so good to her, either. Huh.”

“Well, you both smell fine to me.” I rested my head against him again. I was going to miss him terribly when he walked out my door. It was a nasty catch-22—on the one hand, I wanted Alice to stay forever. I was going to die—metaphorically—when she left me. But how was I supposed to go without seeing Jake for any length of time? What a mess, I thought again.

Is she describing her relationships or the plot of this series?

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“I’ll miss you,” Jacob whispered, echoing my thoughts. “Every minute. I hope she leaves soon.”

“It really doesn’t have to be that way, Jake.” He sighed.

“Yes, it really does, Bella. You… love her. So I’d better not get anywhere near her. I’m not sure that I’m even-tempered enough to handle that. Sam would be mad if I broke the treaty, and”—his voice turned sarcastic—“you probably wouldn’t like it too much if I killed your friend.”

I recoiled from him when he said that, but he only tightened his arms, refusing to let me escape. “There’s no point in avoiding the truth. That’s the way things are, Bells.”

“I do not like the way things are.”

"Telling me that you're going to murder my friends is actually really hosed up!"

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Jacob freed one arm so that he could cup his big brown hand under my chin and make me look at him. “Yeah. It was easier when we were both human, wasn’t it?”

I sighed.

We stared at each other for a long moment. His hand smoldered against my skin. In my face, I knew there was nothing but wistful sadness—I didn’t want to have to say goodbye now, no matter for how short a time. At first his face reflected mine, but then, as neither of us looked away, his expression changed.

He released me, lifting his other hand to brush his fingertips along my cheek, trailing them down to my jaw. I could feel his fingers tremble—not with anger this time. He pressed his palm against my cheek, so that my face was trapped between his burning hands.

“Bella,” he whispered.

I was frozen.

The merchandise factories begin working overtime.

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No! I hadn’t made this decision yet. I didn’t know if I could do this, and now I was out of time to think. But I would have been a fool if I thought rejecting him now would have no consequences.

I stared back at him. He was not my Jacob, but he could be. His face was familiar and beloved. In so many real ways, I did love him. He was my comfort, my safe harbor. Right now, I could choose to have him belong to me.

Alice was back for the moment, but that changed nothing. True love was forever lost. The prince was never coming back to kiss me awake from my enchanted sleep. I was not a princess, after all. So what was the fairy-tale protocol for other kisses? The mundane kind that didn’t break any spells?

Maybe it would be easy—like holding his hand or having his arms around me. Maybe it would feel nice. Maybe it wouldn’t feel like a betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself.

18 years old, emotional maturity of 10.

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Keeping his eyes on mine, Jacob began to bend his face toward me. And I was still absolutely undecided.

The shrill ring of the phone made us both jump, but it did not break his focus. He took his hand from under my chin and reached over me to grab the receiver, but still held my face securely with the hand against my cheek. His dark eyes did not free mine. I was too muddled to react, even to take advantage of the distraction.

“Swan residence,” Jacob said, his husky voice low and intense.

Someone answered, and Jacob altered in an instant. He straightened up, and his hand dropped from my face. His eyes went flat, his face blank, and I would have bet the measly remainder of my college fund that it was Alice.

I recovered myself and held out my hand for the phone. Jacob ignored me.

“He’s not here,” Jacob said, and the words were menacing.

There was some very short reply, a request for more information it seemed, because he added unwillingly, “He’s at the funeral.”

Then Jacob hung up the phone. “Filthy bloodsucker,” he muttered under his breath. The face he turned back to me was the bitter mask again.

Remember how this entire plot happened because of poor communication? Jacob is the worst offender.

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“Who did you just hang up on?” I gasped, infuriated. “In my house, and on my phone?”

“Easy! He hung up on me!”

“He? Who was it?!”

He sneered the title. “Dr. Carlisle Cullen.”

“Why didn’t you let me talk to him?!”

“He didn’t ask for you,” Jacob said coldly. His face was smooth, expressionless, but his hands shook. “He asked where Charlie was and I told him. I don’t think I broke any rules of etiquette.”

This is about to get real dumb and contrived in a second.

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“You listen to me, Jacob Black—”

But he obviously wasn’t listening. He looked quickly over his shoulder, as if someone had called his name from the other room. His eyes went wide and his body stiff, then he started trembling. I listened too, automatically, but heard nothing.

“Bye, Bells,” he spit out, and wheeled toward the front door.

I ran after him. “What is it?”

And then I ran into him, as he rocked back on his heels, cussing under his breath. He spun around again, knocking me sideways. I bobbled and fell to the floor, my legs tangled with his.

“Shoot, ow!” I protested as he hurriedly jerked his legs free one at a time.

I struggled to pull myself up as he darted for the back door; he suddenly froze again.

Alice stood motionless at the foot of the stairs.

“Bella,” she choked.

Her dramatic entrance utterly ruined by Bella and Jacob crashing into each other and getting tangled up on the floor.

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I scrambled to my feet and lurched to her side. Her eyes were dazed and far away, her face drawn and whiter than bone. Her slim body trembled to an inner turmoil.

“Alice, what’s wrong?” I cried. I put my hands on her face, trying to calm her.

Her eyes focused on mine abruptly, wide with pain.

“Edward,” was all she whispered.

My body reacted faster than my mind was able to catch up with the implications of her reply. I didn’t at first understand why the room was spinning or where the hollow roar in my ears was coming from. My mind labored, unable to make sense of Alice’s bleak face and how it could possibly relate to Edward, while my body was already swaying, seeking the relief of unconsciousness before the reality could hit me.

The stairway tilted at the oddest angle.

Jacob’s furious voice was suddenly in my ear, hissing out a stream of profanities. I felt a vague disapproval. His new friends were clearly a bad influence.

I was on the couch without understanding how I got there, and Jacob was still swearing. It felt like there was an earthquake—the couch was shaking under me.

“What did you do to her?” he demanded.

Alice ignored him. “Bella? Bella, snap out of it. We have to hurry.”

“Stay back,” Jacob warned.

“Calm down, Jacob Black,” Alice ordered. “You don’t want to do that so close to her.”

“I don’t think I’ll have any problem keeping my focus,” he retorted, but his voice sounded a little cooler.

Remember when you almost hulked out inside your car just because of a mildly stressful conversation?

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“Alice?” My voice was weak. “What happened?” I asked, even though I didn’t want to hear.

“I don’t know,” she suddenly wailed. “What is he thinking?!”

I labored to pull myself up despite the dizziness. I realized it was Jacob’s arm I was gripping for balance. He was the one shaking, not the couch.

Alice was pulling a small silver phone from her bag when my eyes relocated her. Her fingers dialed the numbers so fast they were a blur.

“Rose, I need to talk to Carlisle now.” Her voice whipped through the words. “Fine, as soon as he’s back. No, I’ll be on a plane. Look, have you heard anything from Edward?”

Alice paused now, listening with an expression that grew more appalled every second. Her mouth opened into a little O of horror, and the phone shook in her hand.

“Why?” she gasped. “Why would you do that, Rosalie?”

We're about to witness the dramatic climax and the entire rest of the series' plot occur because of a stupid game of Telephone.

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Whatever the answer was, it made her jaw tighten in anger. Her eyes flashed and narrowed.

“Well, you’re wrong on both counts, though, Rosalie, so that would be a problem, don’t you think?” she asked acidly. “Yes, that’s right. She’s absolutely fine—I was wrong.… It’s a long story.… But you’re wrong about that part, too, that’s why I’m calling.… Yes, that’s exactly what I saw.”

Alice’s voice was very hard and her lips were pulled back from her teeth. “It’s a bit late for that, Rose. Save your remorse for someone who believes it.” Alice snapped the phone shut with a sharp twist of her fingers.

Her eyes were tortured as she turned to face me.

“Alice,” I blurted out quickly. I couldn’t let her speak yet. I needed a few more seconds before she spoke and her words destroyed what was left of my life. “Alice, Carlisle is back, though. He called just before.…”

She stared at me blankly. “How long ago?” she asked in a hollow voice.

“Half a minute before you showed up.”

“What did he say?” She really focused now, waiting for my answer.

“I didn’t talk to him.” My eyes flickered to Jacob.

Alice turned her penetrating gaze on him. He flinched, but held his place next to me. He sat awkwardly, almost as if he were trying to shield me with his body.

“He asked for Charlie, and I told him Charlie wasn’t here,” Jacob muttered resentfully.

“Is that everything?” Alice demanded, her voice like ice.

“Then he hung up on me,” Jacob spit back. A tremor rolled down his spine, shaking me with it.

“You told him Charlie was at the funeral,” I reminded him.

Alice jerked her head back toward me. “What were his exact words?”

“He said, ‘He’s not here,’ and when Carlisle asked where Charlie was, Jacob said, ‘At the funeral.’”

Alice moaned and sank to her knees.

She's reacting to how contrived this ending is.

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“Tell me Alice,” I whispered.

“That wasn’t Carlisle on the phone,” she said hopelessly.

“Are you calling me a liar?” Jacob snarled from beside me.

Alice ignored him, focusing on my bewildered face.

“It was Edward.” The words were just a choked whisper. “He thinks you’re dead.”

My mind started to work again. These words weren’t the ones I’d been afraid of, and the relief cleared my head.

“Rosalie told him I killed myself, didn’t she?” I said, sighing as I relaxed.

“Yes,” Alice admitted, her eyes flashing hard again. “In her defense, she did believe it. They rely on my sight far too much for something that works so imperfectly. But for her to track him down to tell him this! Didn’t she realize… or care…?” Her voice faded away in horror.

This doesn't really help in making Rosalie any more likable. I'm pretty sure she just acted entirely out of malice.

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“And when Edward called here, he thought Jacob meant my funeral,” I realized. It stung to know how close I’d been, just inches away from his voice. My nails dug into Jacob’s arm, but he didn’t flinch.

Alice looked at me strangely. “You’re not upset,” she whispered.

“Well, it’s really rotten timing, but it will all get straightened out. The next time he calls, someone will tell him… what… really…” I trailed off. Her gaze strangled the words in my throat.

Why was she so panicked? Why was her face twisting now with pity and horror? What was it she had said to Rosalie on the phone just now? Something about what she’d seen… and Rosalie’s remorse; Rosalie would never feel remorse for anything that happened to me. But if she’d hurt her family, hurt her brother…

“Bella,” Alice whispered. “Edward won’t call again. He believed her.”

“I. Don’t. Understand.” My mouth framed each word in silence. I couldn’t push the air out to actually say the words that would make her explain what that meant.

“He’s going to Italy.”

It took the length of one heartbeat for me to comprehend.

When Edward’s voice came back to me now, it was not the perfect imitation of my delusions. It was just the weak, flat tone of my memories. But the words alone were enough to shred through my chest and leave it gaping open. Words from a time when I would have bet everything that I owned or could borrow on that fact that he loved me.

Well, I wasn’t going to live without you, he’d said as we watched Romeo and Juliet die, here in this very room. But I wasn’t sure how to do it.… I knew Emmett and Jasper would never help.… so I was thinking maybe I would go to Italy and do something to provoke the Volturi.… You don’t irritate them. Not unless you want to die.

Not unless you want to die.

I promise it somehow gets more contrived shortly.

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“NO!” The half-shrieked denial was so loud after the whispered words, it made us all jump. I felt the blood rushing to my face as I realized what she’d seen. “No! No, no, no! He can’t! He can’t do that!”

“He made up his mind as soon as your friend confirmed that it was too late to save you.”

“But he… he left! He didn’t want me anymore! What difference does it make now? He knew I would die sometime!”

“I don’t think he ever planned to outlive you by long,” Alice said quietly.

“How dare he!” I screamed. I was on my feet now, and Jacob rose uncertainly to put himself between Alice and me again.

“Oh, get out of the way, Jacob!” I elbowed my way around his trembling body with desperate impatience. “What do we do?” I begged Alice. There had to be something. “Can’t we call him? Can Carlisle?”

She was shaking her head. “That was the first thing I tried. He left his phone in a trash can in Rio—someone answered it…,” she whispered.

So, the chain of events that are leading to the rest of the plot unfolding the way it does:

1. Alice sees Bella jump off the cliff but misses her getting saved because she now can't see werewolves with her future vision for some reason. She makes sure to tell everyone except Edward but doesn't tell them that she's going to see if Bella's okay because Edward will throw a temper tantrum if anyone contacts her again. Even though just some basic spying from a distance would confirm it, what with their super senses and all.

2. Rosalie tells Edward anyway, even though she should probably know how crazy he is about his relationship and would take Bella's death extremely poorly.

3. Alice finds Bella still alive, but doesn't tell anyone because of Edward being a giant baby.

4. Charlie goes to the funeral. Edward calls and imitates Carlisle, and Jacob just says "Charlie's not here. He's at the funeral" without any explanation of whose funeral.

5. Edward immediately throws his phone in the trash can for no explained reason so nobody can call him back and say it was a mistake.

6. Instead of setting himself on fire or something else that would instantly kill him, Edward decides to kill himself in the most dramatic fashion possible, thus allowing Bella to get involved with the Volturi.

The entire series could have been completely turned around at any one of these steps. Everything that happens in the next two books happens only because everyone made improbable, stupid, or outright malicious decisions every step of the way.

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“You said before we had to hurry. Hurry how? Let’s do it, whatever it is!”

“Bella, I—I don’t think I can ask you to…” She trailed off in indecision.

“Ask me!” I commanded.

She put her hands on my shoulders, holding me in place, her fingers flexing sporadically to emphasize her words. “We may already be too late. I saw him going to the Volturi… and asking to die.” We both cringed, and my eyes were suddenly blind. I blinked feverishly at the tears. “It all depends on what they choose. I can’t see that till they make a decision.

“But if they say no, and they might—Aro is fond of Carlisle, and wouldn’t want to offend him—Edward has a backup plan. They’re very protective of their city. If Edward does something to upset the peace, he thinks they’ll act to stop him. And he’s right. They will.”

Edward may not be Carlisle's actual son, but I think he inherited his refusal to take the obvious method of suicide.

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I stared at her with my jaw clenched in frustration. I’d heard nothing yet that would explain why we were still standing here.

“So if they agree to grant his favor, we’re too late. If they say no, and he comes up with a plan to offend them quickly enough, we’re too late. If he gives into his more theatrical tendencies… we might have time.”

Alice even outright loving says that the only reason this series continues the way it does is because Edward is too extra to not find the most dramatic way to off himself.

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“Let’s go!”

“Listen, Bella! Whether we are in time or not, we will be in the heart of the Volturi city. I will be considered his accomplice if he is successful. You will be a human who not only knows too much, but also smells too good. There’s a very good chance that they will eliminate us all—though in your case it won’t be punishment so much as dinnertime.”

“This is what’s keeping us here?” I asked in disbelief. “I’ll go alone if you’re afraid.” I mentally tabulated what money was left in my account, and wondered if Alice would lend me the rest.

“I’m only afraid of getting you killed.”

I snorted in disgust. “I almost get myself killed on a daily basis! Tell me what I need to do!”

"I regularly do stupid poo poo that nearly kills me" probably isn't the best argument for your plan.

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“You write a note to Charlie. I’ll call the airlines.”

“Charlie,” I gasped. Not that my presence was protecting him, but could I leave him here alone to face…

“I’m not going to let anything happen to Charlie.” Jacob’s low voice was gruff and angry. “Screw the treaty.”

You could have done that a lot earlier.

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I glanced up at him, and he scowled at my panicked expression.

“Hurry, Bella,” Alice interrupted urgently. I ran to the kitchen, yanking the drawers open and throwing the contents all over the floor as I searched for a pen. A smooth, brown hand held one out to me.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, pulling the cap off with my teeth. He silently handed me the pad of paper we wrote phone messages on. I tore off the top sheet and threw it over my shoulder.

Dad, I wrote. I’m with Alice. Edward’s in trouble. You can ground me when I get back. I know it’s a bad time. So sorry. Love you so much. Bella.

In her defense, this is the most proactive thing she's ever done in this story.

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“Don’t go,” Jacob whispered. The anger was all gone now that Alice was out of sight.

I wasn’t about to waste time arguing with him. “Please, please, please take care of Charlie,” I said as I dashed back out to the front room. Alice was waiting in the doorway with a bag over her shoulder.

“Get your wallet—you’ll need ID. Please tell me you have a passport. I don’t have time to forge one.”

I nodded and then raced up the stairs, my knees weak with gratitude that my mother had wanted to marry Phil on a beach in Mexico. Of course, like all her plans, it had fallen through. But not before I’d made all the practical arrangements I could for her.

Even when trying to prepare for the climax, we can't get away from Renee being a child.

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I tore through my room. I stuffed my old wallet, a clean T-shirt, and sweatpants into my backpack, and then threw my toothbrush on top. I hurled myself back down the stairs. The sense of déjà vu was nearly stifling by this point. At least, unlike the last time—when I’d run away from Forks to escape thirsty vampires rather than to find them—I wouldn’t have to say goodbye to Charlie in person.

Jacob and Alice were locked in some kind of confrontation in front of the open door, standing so far apart you wouldn’t assume at first that they were having a conversation. Neither one seemed to notice my noisy reappearance.

“You might control yourself on occasion, but these leeches you’re taking her to—” Jacob was furiously accusing her.

“Yes. You’re right, dog.” Alice was snarling, too. “The Volturi are the very essence of our kind—they’re the reason your hair stands on end when you smell me. They are the substance of your nightmares, the dread behind your instincts. I’m not unaware of that.”

Does Alice write loving gothic horror novels in her spare time?

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“And you take her to them like a bottle of wine for a party!” he shouted.

“You think she’d be better off if I left her here alone, with Victoria stalking her?”

“We can handle the redhead.”

“Then why is she still hunting?”

Jacob growled, and a shudder rippled through his torso.

“Stop that!” I shouted at them both, wild with impatience. “Argue when we get back, let’s go

"This book is long enough already!"

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Alice turned for the car, disappearing in her haste. I hurried after her, pausing automatically to turn and lock the door.

Jacob caught my arm with a shivering hand. “Please, Bella. I’m begging.”

His dark eyes were glistening with tears. A lump filled my throat.

“Jake, I have to—”

“You don’t, though. You really don’t. You could stay here with me. You could stay alive. For Charlie. For me.”

"Stay with me and let your ex die" isn't the best argument in this situation.

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The engine of Carlisle’s Mercedes purred; the rhythm of the thrumming spiked when Alice revved it impatiently. I shook my head, tears spattering from my eyes with the sharp motion. I pulled my arm free, and he didn’t fight me.

“Don’t die, Bella,” he choked out. “Don’t go. Don’t.”

What if I never saw him again?

The thought pushed me past the silent tears; a sob broke out from my chest. I threw my arms around his waist and hugged for one too-short moment, burying my tear-wet face against his chest. He put his big hand on the back of my hair, as if to hold me there.

“Bye, Jake.” I pulled his hand from my hair, and kissed his palm. I couldn’t bear to look at his face. “Sorry,” I whispered.

Then I spun and raced for the car. The door on the passenger side was open and waiting. I threw my backpack over the headrest and slid in, slamming the door behind me.

“Take care of Charlie!” I turned to shout out the window, but Jacob was nowhere in sight. As Alice stomped on the gas and—with the tires screeching like human screams—spun us around to face the road, I caught sight of a shred of white near the edge of the trees. A piece of a shoe.

poo poo, now he has no shoes.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

I'll be leaving on a long business trip next Monday, so this will be the last update for a few weeks.

Chapter 19: Race

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We made our flight with seconds to spare, and then the true torture began. The plane sat idle on the tarmac while the flight attendants strolled—so casually—up and down the aisle, patting the bags in the overhead compartments to make sure everything fit. The pilots leaned out of the cockpit, chatting with them as they passed. Alice’s hand was hard on my shoulder, holding me in my seat while I bounced anxiously up and down.

“It’s faster than running,” she reminded me in a low voice.

Also the ocean exists.

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I just nodded in time with my bouncing.

At last the plane rolled lazily from the gate, building speed with a gradual steadiness that tortured me further. I expected some kind of relief when we achieved liftoff, but my frenzied impatience didn’t lessen.

Alice lifted the phone on the back of the seat in front of her before we’d stopped climbing, turning her back on the stewardess who eyed her with disapproval. Something about my expression stopped the stewardess from coming over to protest.

I tried to tune out what Alice was murmuring to Jasper; I didn’t want to hear the words again, but some slipped through.

“I can’t be sure, I keep seeing him do different things, he keeps changing his mind.… A killing spree through the city, attacking the guard, lifting a car over his head in the main square… mostly things that would expose them—he knows that’s the fastest way to force a reaction.…

Never forget that Edward is one bad day away from contemplating mass murder.

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“No, you can’t.” Alice’s voice dropped till it was nearly inaudible, though I was sitting inches from her. Contrarily, I listened harder. “Tell Emmett no.… Well, go after Emmett and Rosalie and bring them back.… Think about it, Jasper. If he sees any of us, what do you think he will do?”

She nodded. “Exactly. I think Bella is the only chance—if there is a chance.… I’ll do everything that can be done, but prepare Carlisle; the odds aren’t good.”

She laughed then, and there was a catch in her voice. “I’ve thought of that.… Yes, I promise.” Her voice became pleading. “Don’t follow me. I promise, Jasper. One way or another, I’ll get out.… And I love you.”

She hung up, and leaned back in her seat with her eyes closed. “I hate lying to him.”

You don't actually love him?

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“Tell me everything, Alice,” I begged. “I don’t understand. Why did you tell Jasper to stop Emmett, why can’t they come help us?”

“Two reasons,” she whispered, her eyes still closed. “The first I told him. We could try to stop Edward ourselves—if Emmett could get his hands on him, we might be able to stop him long enough to convince him you’re alive. But we can’t sneak up on Edward. And if he sees us coming for him, he’ll just act that much faster. He’ll throw a Buick through a wall or something, and the Volturi will take him down.

“That’s the second reason of course, the reason I couldn’t say to Jasper. Because if they’re there and the Volturi kill Edward, they’ll fight them. Bella.” She opened her eyes and stared at me, beseeching. “If there were any chance we could win… if there were a way that the four of us could save my brother by fighting for him, maybe it would be different. But we can’t, and, Bella, I can’t lose Jasper like that.”

Edward's flair for the dramatic really is Romeo with superpowers. Romeo just had to settle for poisoning himself and monologuing over his love's "corpse", but Edward is going to cause an international incident and slaughter dozens of innocents because he can't just set himself on fire like a normal suicidal person.

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I realized why her eyes begged for my understanding. She was protecting Jasper, at our expense, and maybe at Edward’s, too. I understood, and I did not think badly of her. I nodded.

“Couldn’t Edward hear you, though?” I asked. “Wouldn’t he know, as soon as he heard your thoughts, that I was alive, that there was no point to this?”

Not that there was any justification, either way. I still couldn’t believe that he was capable of reacting like this. It made no sense! I remembered with painful clarity his words that day on the sofa, while we watched Romeo and Juliet kill themselves, one after the other. I wasn’t going to live without you, he’d said, as if it should be such an obvious conclusion. But the words he had spoken in the forest as he’d left me had canceled all that out—forcefully.

You're right! This doesn't make sense! He wasn't planning on coming back. How is her being dead any different from never seeing her again and purging her mementos of your existence?

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If he were listening,” she explained. “But believe it or not, it’s possible to lie with your thoughts. If you had died, I would still try to stop him. And I would be thinking ‘she’s alive, she’s alive’ as hard as I could. He knows that.”

I ground my teeth in mute frustration.

“If there were any way to do this without you, Bella, I wouldn’t be endangering you like this. It’s very wrong of me.”

“Don’t be stupid. I’m the last thing you should be worrying about.”

I shook my head impatiently. “Tell me what you meant, about hating to lie to Jasper.”

She smiled a grim smile. “I promised him I would get out before they killed me, too. It’s not something I can guarantee—not by a long shot.” She raised her eyebrows, as if willing me to take the danger more seriously.

Kill Bella, leave Alice.

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“Who are these Volturi?” I demanded in a whisper. “What makes them so much more dangerous than Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, and you?” It was hard to imagine something scarier than that.

She took a deep breath, and then abruptly leveled a dark glance over my shoulder. I turned in time to see the man in the aisle seat looking away as if he wasn’t listening to us. He appeared to be a businessman, in a dark suit with a power tie and a laptop on his knees. While I stared at him with irritation, he opened the computer and very conspicuously put headphones on.

Because clearly this guy would take their conversation seriously and begin investigating vampires, rather than just thinking they're talking about some book.

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I leaned closer to Alice. Her lips were at my ears as she breathed the story.

“I was surprised that you recognized the name,” she said. “That you understood so immediately what it meant—when I said he was going to Italy. I thought I would have to explain. How much did Edward tell you?”

“He just said they were an old, powerful family—like royalty. That you didn’t antagonize them unless you wanted to… die,” I whispered. The last word was hard to choke out.

“You have to understand,” she said, her voice slower, more measured now. “We Cullens are unique in more ways than you know. It’s… abnormal for so many of us to live together in peace. It’s the same for Tanya’s family in the north, and Carlisle speculates that abstaining makes it easier for us to be civilized, to form bonds based on love rather than survival or convenience. Even James’s little coven of three was unusually large—and you saw how easily Laurent left them. Our kind travel alone, or in pairs, as a general rule. Carlisle’s family is the biggest in existence, as far as I know, with the one exception. The Volturi.

“There were three of them originally, Aro, Caius, and Marcus.”

Authors really need to consider what their dialogue scenes would look like in practice. This is all a very long sequence of exposition, but it's being delivered by whispering and mumbling into each other's ears. Have you ever tried quietly whispering entire paragraphs into someone's ear? It gets annoying really fast.

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“I’ve seen them,” I mumbled. “In the picture in Carlisle’s study.”

Alice nodded. “Two females joined them over time, and the five of them make up the family. I’m not sure, but I suspect that their age is what gives them the ability to live peacefully together. They are well over three thousand years old. Or maybe it’s their gifts that give them extra tolerance. Like Edward and I, Aro and Marcus are… talented.”

She continued before I could ask. “Or maybe it’s just their love of power that binds them together. Royalty is an apt description.”

Oh God. Vampire fascists.

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“But if there are only five—”

“Five that make up the family,” she corrected. “That doesn’t include their guard.”

I took a deep breath. “That sounds… serious.”

“Oh, it is,” she assured me. “There were nine members of the guard that were permanent, the last time we heard. Others are more… transitory. It changes. And many of them are gifted as well—with formidable gifts, gifts that make what I can do look like a parlor trick. The Volturi chose them for their abilities, physical or otherwise.”

I opened my mouth, and then closed it. I didn’t think I wanted to know how bad the odds were.

She nodded again, as if she understood exactly what I was thinking. “They don’t get into too many confrontations. No one is stupid enough to mess with them. They stay in their city, leaving only as duty calls.”

“Duty?” I wondered.

“Didn’t Edward tell you what they do?”

“No,” I said, feeling the blank expression on my face.

Alice looked over my head again, toward the businessman, and put her wintry lips back to my ear.

Alice and Bella's interactions are being described as more lustful than her interactions with Jacob.

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“There’s a reason he called them royalty… the ruling class. Over the millennia, they have assumed the position of enforcing our rules—which actually translates to punishing transgressors. They fulfill that duty decisively.”

My eyes popped wide with shock. “There are rules?” I asked in a voice that was too loud.

“Shh!”

The thing Bella hates the most!

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“Shouldn’t somebody have mentioned this to me earlier?” I whispered angrily. “I mean, I wanted to be a… to be one of you! Shouldn’t somebody have explained the rules to me?”

Alice chuckled once at my reaction. “It’s not that complicated, Bella. There’s only one core restriction—and if you think about it, you can probably figure it out for yourself.”

I thought about it. “Nope, I have no idea.”

She shook her head, disappointed. “Maybe it’s too obvious. We just have to keep our existence a secret.”

“Oh,” I mumbled. It was obvious.

Bella would be the worst vampire.

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“It makes sense, and most of us don’t need policing,” she continued. “But, after a few centuries, sometimes one of us gets bored. Or crazy. I don’t know. And then the Volturi step in before it can compromise them, or the rest of us.”

“So Edward…”

“Is planning to flout that in their own city—the city they’ve secretly held for three thousand years, since the time of the Etruscans. They are so protective of their city that they don’t allow hunting within its walls. Volterra is probably the safest city in the world—from vampire attack at the very least.”

Volterra is actually a real Italian city in Tuscany! Italy in general has a lower murder rate than average for the region and Tuscany in particular is quite safe. Edward going on a crazy killing spree would actually be one of the biggest news stories of the decade even if nobody caught directly supernatural phenomena on camera!

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“But you said they didn’t leave. How do they eat?”

“They don’t leave. They bring in their food from the outside, from quite far away sometimes. It gives their guard something to do when they’re not out annihilating mavericks. Or protecting Volterra from exposure…”

“From situations like this one, like Edward,” I finished her sentence. It was amazingly easy to say his name now. I wasn’t sure what the difference was. Maybe because I wasn’t really planning on living much longer without seeing him. Or at all, if we were too late. It was comforting to know that I would have an easy out.

That's...incredibly morbid and concerning.

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“I doubt they’ve ever had a situation quite like this,” she muttered, disgusted. “You don’t get a lot of suicidal vampires.”

The sound that escaped out of my mouth was very quiet, but Alice seemed to understand that it was a cry of pain. She wrapped her thin, strong arm around my shoulders.

“We’ll do what we can, Bella. It’s not over yet.”

“Not yet.” I let her comfort me, though I knew she thought our chances were poor. “And the Volturi will get us if we mess up.”

Alice stiffened. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”

I shrugged.

Okay Bella has crossed the line from mere self-harm to suicidal ideation.

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“Knock it off, Bella, or we’re turning around in New York and going back to Forks.”

“What?” “You know what. If we’re too late for Edward, I’m going to do my damnedest to get you back to Charlie, and I don’t want any trouble from you. Do you understand that?”

“Sure, Alice.”

She pulled back slightly so that she could glare at me. “No trouble.”

“Scout’s honor,” I muttered.

She rolled her eyes.

I think one of this book's biggest and most disturbing problems is that it not only has a protagonist who's gone completely off the deep end into mental illness and is barely functional through most of the plot, but it never seems to acknowledge it in a way that emphasizes how harmful it is. Everything is presented as a typical YA novel "Woe is me!" with all the gravitas of a teenage girl who got stood up at prom, not like it's extremely toxic and dangerous behavior that all of the characters should be worried by. Charlie is the only one who shows any real concern for her mental health, while her friends abandon her because she's too depressed and the one who displays open discomfort with her crazy moments is "evil."

We all know that Bella gets Edward back in the end (otherwise how would you have more books?) and that's all it takes to cure her, without any need for therapy or positive coping mechanisms. While the books are infamous for their idealization of abusive behavior, I think it's equally or more harmful to also present young girls with the idea that therapy and mindfulness are unnecessary and all you need is to get what you want to cure your mental illness (which everyone will be accommodating for and not really care about much beyond mild concern).

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“Let me concentrate, now. I’m trying to see what he’s planning.”

She left her arm around me, but let her head fall back against the seat and closed her eyes. She pressed her free hand to the side of her face, rubbing her fingertips against her temple.

I watched her in fascination for a long time. Eventually, she became utterly motionless, her face like a stone sculpture. The minutes passed, and if I didn’t know better, I would have thought she’d fallen asleep. I didn’t dare interrupt her to ask what was going on.

I wished there was something safe for me to think about. I couldn’t allow myself to consider the horrors we were headed toward, or, more horrific yet, the chance that we might fail—not if I wanted to keep from screaming aloud.

I couldn’t anticipate anything, either. Maybe, if I were very, very, very lucky, I would somehow be able to save Edward. But I wasn’t so stupid as to think that saving him would mean that I could stay with him. I was no different, no more special than I’d been before. There would be no new reason for him to want me now. Seeing him and losing him again…

I fought back against the pain. This was the price I had to pay to save his life. I would pay it.

Spoilers: it doesn't matter and they just get back together.

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They showed a movie, and my neighbor got headphones. Sometimes I watched the figures moving across the little screen, but I couldn’t even tell if the movie was supposed to be a romance or a horror film.

After an eternity, the plane began to descend toward New York City. Alice remained in her trance. I dithered, reaching out to touch her, only to pull my hand back again. This happened a dozen times before the plane touched down with a jarring impact.

“Alice,” I finally said. “Alice, we have to go.”

I touched her arm.

Her eyes came open very slowly. She shook her head from side to side for a moment.

“Anything new?” I asked in a low voice, conscious of the man listening on the other side of me.

“Not exactly,” she breathed in a voice I could barely catch. “He’s getting closer. He’s deciding how he’s going to ask.”

Aro just sort of awkwardly points at the torch near the door and shrugs.

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We had to run for our connection, but that was good—better than having to wait. As soon as the plane was in the air, Alice closed her eyes and slid back into the same stupor as before. I waited as patiently as I could. When it was dark again, I opened the window to stare out into the flat black that was no better than the window shade.

I was grateful that I’d had so many months’ practice with controlling my thoughts. Instead of dwelling on the terrifying possibilities that, no matter what Alice said, I did not intend to survive, I concentrated on lesser problems. Like, what I was going to say to Charlie if I got back? That was a thorny enough problem to occupy several hours. And Jacob? He’d promised to wait for me, but did that promise still apply? Would I end up home alone in Forks, with no one at all? Maybe I didn’t want to survive, no matter what happened.

It felt like seconds later when Alice shook my shoulder—I hadn’t realized I’d fallen asleep.

“Bella,” she hissed, her voice a little too loud in the darkened cabin full of sleeping humans.

I wasn’t disoriented—I hadn’t been out long enough for that. “What’s wrong?”

Alice’s eyes gleamed in the dim light of a reading lamp in the row behind us.

“It’s not wrong.” She smiled fiercely. “It’s right. They’re deliberating, but they’ve decided to tell him no.”

"Seriously, it's not that hard man. I'm not getting up for this."

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“The Volturi?” I muttered, groggy.

“Of course, Bella, keep up. I can see what they’re going to say.”

“Tell me.”

An attendant tiptoed down the aisle to us. “Can I get you ladies a pillow?” His hushed whisper was a rebuke to our comparatively loud conversation.

“No, thank you.” Alice beamed up at him, her smile shockingly lovely. The attendant’s expression was dazed as he turned and stumbled his way back.

“Tell me,” I breathed almost silently.

She whispered into my ear. “They’re interested in him—they think his talent could be useful. They’re going to offer him a place with them.”

They've quickly figured out that it takes like, no effort at all to get him back to killing humans.

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“What will he say?”

“I can’t see that yet, but I’ll bet it’s colorful.” She grinned again. “This is the first good news—the first break. They’re intrigued; they truly don’t want to destroy him—‘wasteful,’ that’s the word Aro will use—and that may be enough to force him to get creative. The longer he spends on his plans, the better for us.”

It wasn’t enough to make me hopeful, to make me feel the relief she obviously felt. There were still so many ways that we could be too late. And if I didn’t get through the walls into the Volturi city, I wouldn’t be able to stop Alice from dragging me back home.

“Alice?”

“What?”

“I’m confused. How are you seeing this so clearly? And then other times, you see things far away—things that don’t happen?”

Her eyes tightened. I wondered if she guessed what I was thinking of.

“It’s clear because it’s immediate and close, and I’m really concentrating. The faraway things that come on their own—those are just glimpses, faint maybes. Plus, I see my kind more easily than yours. Edward is even easier because I’m so attuned to him.”

“You see me sometimes,” I reminded her.

She shook her head. “Not as clearly.”

I just realized something. The first book was never meant to have a sequel. What was Meyer's planned explanation for Edward's mind reading not working on her? Did she even have one? Was it just a way of leveling the playing field between them and his power just didn't work for no reason?

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I sighed. “I really wish you could have been right about me. In the beginning, when you first saw things about me, before we even met…”

“What do you mean?”

“You saw me become one of you.” I barely mouthed the words.

She sighed. “It was a possibility at the time.”

“At the time,” I repeated.

“Actually, Bella…” She hesitated, and then seemed to make a choice. “Honestly, I think it’s all gotten beyond ridiculous. I’m debating whether to just change you myself.”

Okay now it's getting gayer.

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I stared at her, frozen with shock. Instantly, my mind resisted her words. I couldn’t afford that kind of hope if she changed her mind.

“Did I scare you?” she wondered. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”

“I do!” I gasped. “Oh, Alice, do it now! I could help you so much—and I wouldn’t slow you down. Bite me!”

Bella shouting at the ethereally beautiful 4'10 Manic Pixie Dream Girl to bite her in the middle of a crowded airplane.

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“Shh,” she cautioned. The attendant was looking in our direction again. “Try to be reasonable,” she whispered. “We don’t have enough time. We have to get into Volterra tomorrow. You’d be writhing in pain for days.” She made a face. “And I don’t think the other passengers would react well.”

I bit my lip. “If you don’t do it now, you’ll change your mind.”

Now? Like, literally now on the plane?

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“No.” She frowned, her expression unhappy. “I don’t think I will. He’ll be furious, but what will he be able to do about it?”

My heart beat faster. “Nothing at all.”

She laughed quietly, and then sighed. “You have too much faith in me, Bella. I’m not sure that I can. I’ll probably just end up killing you.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

"I'm suicidal on a good day anyway!"

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“You are so bizarre, even for a human.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh well, this is purely hypothetical at this point, anyway. First we have to live through tomorrow.”

“Good point.” But at least I had something to hope for if we did. If Alice made good on her promise—and if she didn’t kill me—then Edward could run after his distractions all he wanted, and I could follow. I wouldn’t let him be distracted. Maybe, when I was beautiful and strong, he wouldn’t want distractions.

Vampire Bella following Edward around as he throws himself dramatically on the steps of every church screaming in anguish, raging against God for forsaking him and allowing such a demon to exist, and poking him in the back of the head until he runs away.

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“Go back to sleep,” she encouraged me. “I’ll wake you up when there’s something new.”

“Right,” I grumbled, certain that sleep was a lost cause now. Alice pulled her legs up on the seat, wrapping her arms around them and leaning her forehead against her knees. She rocked back and forth as she concentrated.

I rested my head against the seat, watching her, and the next thing I knew, she was snapping the shade closed against the faint brightening in the eastern sky.

“What’s happening?” I mumbled.

“They’ve told him no,” she said quietly. I noticed at once that her enthusiasm was gone.

My voice choked in my throat with panic. “What’s he going to do?”

“It was chaotic at first. I was only getting flickers, he was changing plans so quickly.”

“What kinds of plans?” I pressed.

“There was a bad hour,” she whispered. “He’d decided to go hunting.”

She looked at me, seeing the incomprehension in my face.

“In the city,” she explained. “It got very close. He changed his mind at the last minute.”

“He wouldn’t want to disappoint Carlisle,” I mumbled. Not at the end.

"Probably," she agreed.

We legit almost had Edward start a killing spree and only refuse because he was afraid his vampire dad would be upset with him.

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“Will there be enough time?” As I spoke, there was a shift in the cabin pressure. I could feel the plane angling downward.

“I’m hoping so—if he sticks to his latest decision, maybe.”

“What is that?”

“He’s going to keep it simple. He’s just going to walk out into the sun.”

Just walk out into the sun. That was all.

It would be enough. The image of Edward in the meadow—glowing, shimmering like his skin was made of a million diamond facets—was burned into my memory. No human who saw that would ever forget. The Volturi couldn’t possibly allow it. Not if they wanted to keep their city inconspicuous.

I feel like most humans who saw that would just wonder why this weird pale guy covered himself in glitter and is standing dramatically in the middle of the town square.

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I looked at the slight gray glow that shone through the opened windows. “We’ll be too late,” I whispered, my throat closing in panic.

She shook her head. “Right now, he’s leaning toward the melodramatic. He wants the biggest audience possible, so he’ll choose the main plaza, under the clock tower. The walls are high there. He’ll wait till the sun is exactly overhead.”

“So we have till noon?”

“If we’re lucky. If he sticks with this decision.”

It's literally a pivotal part of the plot that Edward is saved only because he chose the most pointlessly melodramatic way to kill himself and it wasted so much time that you could fly halfway across the world to stop him.

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The pilot came on over the intercom, announcing, first in French and then in English, our imminent landing. The seat belt lights dinged and flashed.

“How far is it from Florence to Volterra?”

“That depends on how fast you drive.… Bella?”

“Yes?”

She eyed me speculatively. “How strongly are you opposed to grand theft auto?”

Alice is so much loving cooler than Bella.

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A bright yellow Porsche screamed to a stop a few feet in front of where I paced, the word TURBO scrawled in silver cursive across its back. Everyone beside me on the crowded airport sidewalk stared.

“Hurry, Bella!” Alice shouted impatiently through the open passenger window.

I ran to the door and threw myself in, feeling as though I might as well be wearing a black stocking over my head.

“Sheesh, Alice,” I complained. “Could you pick a more conspicuous car to steal?”

The interior was black leather, and the windows were tinted dark. It felt safer inside, like nighttime.



Another one the movie got right. The film car was a brand new Porsche 911 Turbo.

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Alice was already weaving, too fast, through the thick airport traffic—sliding through tiny spaces between the cars as I cringed and fumbled for my seat belt.

“The important question,” she corrected, “is whether I could have stolen a faster car, and I don’t think so. I got lucky.”

I understand now why Emmett and Alice are portrayed by fans as the Chaos Twins. How many times do you think she's just stolen random cars for a joyride?

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“I’m sure that will be very comforting at the roadblock.”

She trilled a laugh. “Trust me, Bella. If anyone sets up a roadblock, it will be behind us.” She hit the gas then, as if to prove her point.

I probably should have watched out the window as first the city of Florence and then the Tuscan landscape flashed past with blurring speed. This was my first trip anywhere, and maybe my last, too. But Alice’s driving frightened me, despite the fact that I knew I could trust her behind the wheel. And I was too tortured with anxiety to really see the hills or the walled towns that looked like castles in the distance.

“Do you see anything more?”

“There’s something going on,” Alice muttered. “Some kind of festival. The streets are full of people and red flags. What’s the date today?”

I wasn’t entirely sure. “The nineteenth, maybe?”

“Well, that’s ironic. It’s Saint Marcus Day.”

“Which means?”

She chuckled darkly. “The city holds a celebration every year. As the legend goes, a Christian missionary, a Father Marcus—Marcus of the Volturi, in fact—drove all the vampires from Volterra fifteen hundred years ago. The story claims he was martyred in Romania, still trying to drive away the vampire scourge. Of course that’s nonsense—he’s never left the city. But that’s where some of the superstitions about things like crosses and garlic come from. Father Marcus used them so successfully. And vampires don’t trouble Volterra, so they must work.” Her smile was sardonic. “It’s become more of a celebration of the city, and recognition for the police force—after all, Volterra is an amazingly safe city. The police get the credit.”

The filmmakers got really creative with this one.



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I was realizing what she meant when she’d said ironic. “They’re not going to be very happy if Edward messes things up for them on St. Marcus Day, are they?”

She shook her head, her expression grim. “No. They’ll act very quickly.”

Edward is basically ruining Volturi Christmas.

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I looked away, fighting against my teeth as they tried to break through the skin of my lower lip. Bleeding was not the best idea right now.

The sun was terrifyingly high in the pale blue sky.

“He’s still planning on noon?” I checked.

“Yes. He’s decided to wait. And they’re waiting for him.”

“Tell me what I have to do.”

She kept her eyes on the winding road—the needle on the speedometer was touching the far right on the dial.

“You don’t have to do anything. He just has to see you before he moves into the light. And he has to see you before he sees me.”

“How are we going to work that?”

A small red car seemed to be racing backward as Alice zoomed around it.

“I’m going to get you as close as possible, and then you’re going to run in the direction I point you.”

I nodded.

“Try not to trip,” she added. “We don’t have time for a concussion today.”

I groaned. That would be just like me—ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness.

It would be a much better book!

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The sun continued to climb in the sky while Alice raced against it. It was too bright, and that had me panicking. Maybe he wouldn’t feel the need to wait for noon after all.

“There,” Alice said abruptly, pointing to the castle city atop the closest hill.

I stared at it, feeling the very first hint of a new kind of fear. Every minute since yesterday morning—it seemed like a week ago—when Alice had spoken his name at the foot of the stairs, there had been only one fear. And yet, now, as I stared at the ancient sienna walls and towers crowning the peak of the steep hill, I felt another, more selfish kind of dread thrill through me.

I supposed the city was very beautiful. It absolutely terrified me.

“Volterra,” Alice announced in a flat, icy voice.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Man this book must really loving suck if it can’t even be made fun of after 3 weeks.

Taffy Torpedo
Feb 2, 2008

...Can we have the radio?
Well I've been catching up on this thread and I can't help but notice the difference in how Bella thinks about Edward and Jacob. With Edward it's all about how perfect and gorgeous he is and Bella can't stand being away from him, whereas with Jacob it's like "yeah he's nice and funny and just a happy person and I genuinely like spending time with him". Y'know, like how an actual relationship works.

Lord Zedd-Repulsa
Jul 21, 2007

Devour a good book.


I noticed that too but Bella obviously doesn't notice it. She's pushed everyone away so has nobody she can talk to about the difference in feelings either, which keeps her feeling as if Edward is the only person she could ever love despite how much she obviously cares about Jacob.

Victorkm
Nov 25, 2001

chitoryu12 posted:

Man this book must really loving suck if it can’t even be made fun of after 3 weeks.

This book is loving godawful, of course. I was just waiting patiently for you to come back and finish it.

Lacey
Jul 10, 2001

Guess where this lollipop's going?

Victorkm posted:

This book is loving godawful, of course. I was just waiting patiently for you to come back and finish it.
Same. Except actually it's a lot better than I expected.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

I should be back to this on Monday.

Midjack
Dec 24, 2007



chitoryu12 posted:

I should be back to this on Monday.
:yeshaha:

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

https://twitter.com/sweetpoetato/status/1185446744412348416?s=21

Somebody Awful
Nov 27, 2011

BORN TO DIE
HAIG IS A FUCK
Kill Em All 1917
I am trench man
410,757,864,530 SHELLS FIRED


chitoryu12 posted:

Man this book must really loving suck if it can’t even be made fun of after 3 weeks.

It's so bad I can't even think of anything witty any more.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 20: Volterra

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We began the steep climb, and the road grew congested. As we wound higher, the cars became too close together for Alice to weave insanely between them anymore. We slowed to a crawl behind a little tan Peugeot.

“Alice,” I moaned. The clock on the dash seemed to be speeding up.

“It’s the only way in,” she tried to soothe me. But her voice was too strained to comfort.

The cars continued to edge forward, one car length at a time. The sun beamed down brilliantly, seeming already overhead.

The cars crept one by one toward the city. As we got closer, I could see cars parked by the side of the road with people getting out to walk the rest of the way. At first I thought it was just impatience—something I could easily understand. But then we came around a switchback, and I could see the filled parking lot outside the city wall, the crowds of people walking through the gates. No one was being allowed to drive through.

It's like trying to get into Disney in the summer!

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“Alice,” I whispered urgently.

“I know,” she said. Her face was chiseled from ice.

Now that I was looking, and we were crawling slowly enough to see, I could tell that it was very windy. The people crowding toward the gate gripped their hats and tugged their hair out of their faces. Their clothes billowed around them. I also noticed that the color red was everywhere. Red shirts, red hats, red flags dripping like long ribbons beside the gate, whipping in the wind—as I watched, the brilliant crimson scarf one woman had tied around her hair was caught in a sudden gust. It twisted up into the air above her, writhing like it was alive. She reached for it, jumping in the air, but it continued to flutter higher, a patch of bloody color against the dull, ancient walls.

Of course vampires would choose blood red as their celebratory color. Maybe the Volturi wanted Edward because he's extra enough for them.

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“Bella.” Alice spoke quickly in a fierce, low voice. “I can’t see what the guard here will decide now—if this doesn’t work, you’re going to have to go in alone. You’re going to have to run. Just keep asking for the Palazzo dei Priori, and running in the direction they tell you. Don’t get lost.”

“Palazzo dei Priori, Palazzo dei Priori,” I repeated the name over and over again, trying to get it down.

“Or ‘the clock tower,’ if they speak English. I’ll go around and try to find a secluded spot somewhere behind the city where I can go over the wall.”

I nodded. “Palazzo dei Priori.”

“Edward will be under the clock tower, to the north of the square. There’s a narrow alleyway on the right, and he’ll be in the shadow there. You have to get his attention before he can move into the sun.”

I nodded furiously.

Alice was near the front of the line. A man in a navy blue uniform was directing the flow of traffic, turning the cars away from the full lot. They U-turned and headed back to find a place beside the road. Then it was Alice’s turn.

The uniformed man motioned lazily, not paying attention. Alice accelerated, edging around him and heading for the gate. He shouted something at us, but held his ground, waving frantically to keep the next car from following our bad example.

Alice drives like a baby boomer with a sense of entitlement.

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The man at the gate wore a matching uniform. As we approached him, the throngs of tourists passed, crowding the sidewalks, staring curiously at the pushy, flashy Porsche.

The guard stepped into the middle of the street. Alice angled the car carefully before she came to a full stop. The sun beat against my window, and she was in shadow. She swiftly reached behind the seat and grabbed something from her bag.

The guard came around the car with an irritated expression, and tapped on her window angrily.

She rolled the window down halfway, and I watched him do a double take when he saw the face behind the dark glass.

“I’m sorry, only tour buses allowed in the city today, miss,” he said in English, with a heavy accent. He was apologetic, now, as if he wished he had better news for the strikingly beautiful woman.

“It’s a private tour,” Alice said, flashing an alluring smile. She reached her hand out of the window, into the sunlight. I froze, until I realized she was wearing an elbow-length, tan glove. She took his hand, still raised from tapping her window, and pulled it into the car. She put something into his palm, and folded his fingers around it.

His face was dazed as he retrieved his hand and stared at the thick roll of money he now held. The outside bill was a thousand dollar bill.

Thousand dollar bills were discontinued in 1969 due to lack of use and concerns about their use in organized crime and counterfeiting. So few of them existed even at the time of this book that they were worth multiple times their face value.

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“Is this a joke?” he mumbled.

Alice’s smile was blinding. “Only if you think it’s funny.”

Make Alice the protagonist.

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He looked at her, his eyes staring wide. I glanced nervously at the clock on the dash. If Edward stuck to his plan, we had only five minutes left.

“I’m in a wee bit of a hurry,” she hinted, still smiling.

The guard blinked twice, and then shoved the money inside his vest. He took a step away from the window and waved us on. None of the passing people seemed to notice the quiet exchange. Alice drove into the city, and we both sighed in relief.

The street was very narrow, cobbled with the same color stones as the faded cinnamon brown buildings that darkened the street with their shade. It had the feel of an alleyway. Red flags decorated the walls, spaced only a few yards apart, flapping in the wind that whistled through the narrow lane.

It was crowded, and the foot traffic slowed our progress.

“Just a little farther,” Alice encouraged me; I was gripping the door handle, ready to throw myself into the street as soon as she spoke the word.

She drove in quick spurts and sudden stops, and the people in the crowd shook their fists at us and said angry words that I was glad I couldn’t understand. She turned onto a little path that couldn’t have been meant for cars; shocked people had to squeeze into doorways as we scraped by. We found another street at the end. The buildings were taller here; they leaned together overhead so that no sunlight touched the pavement—the thrashing red flags on either side nearly met. The crowd was thicker here than anywhere else. Alice stopped the car. I had the door open before we were at a standstill.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cV7z6HG0EKM

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She pointed to where the street widened into a patch of bright openness. “There—we’re at the southern end of the square. Run straight across, to the right of the clock tower. I’ll find a way around—”

Her breath caught suddenly, and when she spoke again, her voice was a hiss. “They’re everywhere!”

I froze in place, but she pushed me out of the car. “Forget about them. You have two minutes. Go, Bella, go!” she shouted, climbing out of the car as she spoke.

I didn’t pause to watch Alice melt into the shadows. I didn’t stop to close my door behind me. I shoved a heavy woman out of my way and ran flat out, head down, paying little attention to anything but the uneven stones beneath my feet.

Heavy because she's fat or because Bella has virtually no muscle mass?

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Coming out of the dark lane, I was blinded by the brilliant sunlight beating down into the principal plaza. The wind whooshed into me, flinging my hair into my eyes and blinding me further. It was no wonder that I didn’t see the wall of flesh until I’d smacked into it.

There was no pathway, no crevice between the close pressed bodies. I pushed against them furiously, fighting the hands that shoved back. I heard exclamations of irritation and even pain as I battled my way through, but none were in a language I understood. The faces were a blur of anger and surprise, surrounded by the ever-present red. A blond woman scowled at me, and the red scarf coiled around her neck looked like a gruesome wound. A child, lifted on a man’s shoulders to see over the crowd, grinned down at me, his lips distended over a set of plastic vampire fangs.

The throng jostled around me, spinning me the wrong direction. I was glad the clock was so visible, or I’d never keep my course straight. But both hands on the clock pointed up toward the pitiless sun, and, though I shoved viciously against the crowd, I knew I was too late. I wasn’t halfway across. I wasn’t going to make it. I was stupid and slow and human, and we were all going to die because of it.

Good summary of the series.

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I hoped Alice would get out. I hoped that she would see me from some dark shadow and know that I had failed, so she could go home to Jasper.

I listened, above the angry exclamations, trying to hear the sound of discovery: the gasp, maybe the scream, as Edward came into someone’s view.

What scream? Why would anyone respond to a guy covered in body glitter by screaming in horror?

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But there was a break in the crowd—I could see a bubble of space ahead. I pushed urgently toward it, not realizing till I bruised my shins against the bricks that there was a wide, square fountain set into the center of the plaza.

I was nearly crying with relief as I flung my leg over the edge and ran through the knee-deep water. It sprayed all around me as I thrashed my way across the pool. Even in the sun, the wind was glacial, and the wet made the cold actually painful. But the fountain was very wide; it let me cross the center of the square and then some in mere seconds. I didn’t pause when I hit the far edge—I used the low wall as a springboard, throwing myself into the crowd.



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They moved more readily for me now, avoiding the icy water that splattered from my dripping clothes as I ran. I glanced up at the clock again.

A deep, booming chime echoed through the square. It throbbed in the stones under my feet. Children cried, covering their ears. And I started screaming as I ran.

“Edward!” I screamed, knowing it was useless. The crowd was too loud, and my voice was breathless with exertion. But I couldn’t stop screaming.

The clock tolled again. I ran past a child in his mother’s arms—his hair was almost white in the dazzling sunlight. A circle of tall men, all wearing red blazers, called out warnings as I barreled through them. The clock tolled again.

On the other side of the men in blazers, there was a break in the throng, space between the sightseers who milled aimlessly around me. My eyes searched the dark narrow passage to the right of the wide square edifice under the tower. I couldn’t see the street level—there were still too many people in the way. The clock tolled again.

It was hard to see now. Without the crowd to break the wind, it whipped at my face and burned my eyes. I couldn’t be sure if that was the reason behind my tears, or if I was crying in defeat as the clock tolled again.

Is there a loving hurricane going on here? How windy is it?

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A little family of four stood nearest to the alley’s mouth. The two girls wore crimson dresses, with matching ribbons tying their dark hair back. The father wasn’t tall. It seemed like I could see something bright in the shadows, just over his shoulder. I hurtled toward them, trying to see past the stinging tears. The clock tolled, and the littlest girl clamped her hands over her ears.

The older girl, just waist high on her mother, hugged her mother’s leg and stared into the shadows behind them. As I watched, she tugged on her mother’s elbow and pointed toward the darkness. The clock tolled, and I was so close now.

I was close enough to hear her high-pitched voice. Her father stared at me in surprise as I bore down on them, rasping out Edward’s name over and over again.

The older girl giggled and said something to her mother, gesturing toward the shadows again impatiently.

I swerved around the father—he clutched the baby out of my way—and sprinted for the gloomy breach behind them as the clock tolled over my head.

“Edward, no!” I screamed, but my voice was lost in the roar of the chime.

I could see him now. And I could see that he could not see me.

It was really him, no hallucination this time. And I realized that my delusions were more flawed than I’d realized; they’d never done him justice.

Edward stood, motionless as a statue, just a few feet from the mouth of the alley. His eyes were closed, the rings underneath them deep purple, his arms relaxed at his sides, his palms turned forward. His expression was very peaceful, like he was dreaming pleasant things. The marble skin of his chest was bare—there was a small pile of white fabric at his feet. The light reflecting from the pavement of the square gleamed dimly from his skin.

We're about to have a dramatic "just in time" rescue because he won't even open his drat eyes.

quote:

I’d never seen anything more beautiful—even as I ran, gasping and screaming, I could appreciate that. And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived.

The clock tolled, and he took a large stride toward the light.

“No!” I screamed. “Edward, look at me!”

He wasn’t listening. He smiled very slightly. He raised his foot to take the step that would put him directly in the path of the sun.

I slammed into him so hard that the force would have hurled me to the ground if his arms hadn’t caught me and held me up. It knocked my breath out of me and snapped my head back.

His dark eyes opened slowly as the clock tolled again.

He looked down at me with quiet surprise.

“Amazing,” he said, his exquisite voice full of wonder, slightly amused. “Carlisle was right.”

Oh goddammit.

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“Edward,” I tried to gasp, but my voice had no sound. “You’ve got to get back into the shadows. You have to move!”

He seemed bemused. His hand brushed softly against my cheek. He didn’t appear to notice that I was trying to force him back. I could have been pushing against the alley walls for all the progress I was making. The clock tolled, but he didn’t react.

It was very strange, for I knew we were both in mortal danger. Still, in that instant, I felt well. Whole. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the blood pulsing hot and fast through my veins again. My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came off his skin. It was like there had never been any hole in my chest. I was perfect—not healed, but as if there had been no wound in the first place.

“I can’t believe how quick it was. I didn’t feel a thing—they’re very good,” he mused, closing his eyes again and pressing his lips against my hair. His voice was like honey and velvet. “Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty,” he murmured, and I recognized the line spoken by Romeo in the tomb. The clock boomed out its final chime. “You smell just exactly the same as always,” he went on. “So maybe this is hell. I don’t care. I’ll take it.”

“I’m not dead,” I interrupted. “And neither are you! Please Edward, we have to move. They can’t be far away!” I struggled in his arms, and his brow furrowed in confusion.

“What was that?” he asked politely.

Edward you idiot.

quote:

“We’re not dead, not yet! But we have to get out of here before the Volturi—”

Comprehension flickered on his face as I spoke. Before I could finish, he suddenly yanked me away from the edge of the shadows, spinning me effortlessly so that my back was tight against the brick wall, and his back was to me as he faced away into the alley. His arms spread wide, protectively, in front of me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-c9-2KcnLXI

The movie can't make this scene look any less stupid.

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I peeked under his arm to see two dark shapes detach themselves from the gloom.

“Greetings, gentlemen,” Edward’s voice was calm and pleasant, on the surface. “I don’t think I’ll be requiring your services today. I would appreciate it very much, however, if you would send my thanks to your masters.”

“Shall we take this conversation to a more appropriate venue?” a smooth voice whispered menacingly.

“I don’t believe that will be necessary.” Edward’s voice was harder now. “I know your instructions, Felix. I haven’t broken any rules.”

“Felix merely meant to point out the proximity of the sun,” the other shadow said in a soothing tone. They were both concealed within smoky gray cloaks that reached to the ground and undulated in the wind. “Let us seek better cover.”

“I’ll be right behind you,” Edward said dryly. “Bella, why don’t you go back to the square and enjoy the festival?”

“No, bring the girl,” the first shadow said, somehow injecting a leer into his whisper.

“I don’t think so.” The pretense of civility disappeared. Edward’s voice was flat and icy. His weight shifted infinitesimally, and I could see that he was preparing to fight.

“No.” I mouthed the word.



Felix was played by the 6'7 Daniel Cudmore, who you probably recognize as Colossus in the X-Men film series up through Days of Future Past before he was replaced in the Deadpool movies. He also got to play the live action Master Chief in the Halo 4: Forward Unto Dawn web series and has a history as a stunt performer and television actor, especially for sci-fi and fantasy series where his massive build suits him well for monsters and mutants. He's the middle of three children, and all of them are around his size. Must be a loud house.

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“Shh,” he murmured, only for me.

“Felix,” the second, more reasonable shadow cautioned. “Not here.” He turned to Edward. “Aro would simply like to speak with you again, if you have decided not to force our hand after all.”

“Certainly,” Edward agreed. “But the girl goes free.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” the polite shadow said regretfully. “We do have rules to obey.”

“Then I’m afraid that I’ll be unable to accept Aro’s invitation, Demetri.”

“That’s just fine,” Felix purred. My eyes were adjusting to the deep shade, and I could see that Felix was very big, tall and thick through the shoulders. His size reminded me of Emmett.

“Aro will be disappointed,” Demetri sighed.

“I’m sure he’ll survive the letdown,” Edward replied.

Felix and Demetri stole closer toward the mouth of the alley, spreading out slightly so they could come at Edward from two sides. They meant to force him deeper into the alley, to avoid a scene. No reflected light found access to their skin; they were safe inside their cloaks.

I've recently been rereading The Dresden Files. They've been made fun of on this forum before, but I like them. It's another excellent contrast to the Twilight series because of how little Meyer does to make these villains actually seem menacing. Jim Butcher incorporates incredibly elaborate, emotional descriptions of people, places, and the use of magic that actually give you an idea of what everything is supposed to feel like beyond just surface appearance. For the Volturi, the most we've got are "They're big and wear robes and I'm scared." Just like Bella's cliff dive, a dramatic moment is ruined by a tone that seems like a flat line all the way through.

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Edward didn’t move an inch. He was dooming himself by protecting me.

Abruptly, Edward’s head whipped around, toward the darkness of the winding alley, and Demetri and Felix did the same, in response to some sound or movement too subtle for my senses.

“Let’s behave ourselves, shall we?” a lilting voice suggested. “There are ladies present.”

Alice tripped lightly to Edward’s side, her stance casual. There was no hint of any underlying tension. She looked so tiny, so fragile. Her little arms swung like a child’s.

Yet Demetri and Felix both straightened up, their cloaks swirling slightly as a gust of wind funneled through the alley. Felix’s face soured. Apparently, they didn’t like even numbers.



Demetri was played by Charlie Bewley, who grew up as a farmboy in Leicester. His career is more subdued than some of the other actors here, but he would return to form with The Vampire Diaries as Galen Vaughn, vampire hunter.

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“We’re not alone,” she reminded them.

Demetri glanced over his shoulder. A few yards into the square, the little family, with the girls in their red dresses, was watching us. The mother was speaking urgently to her husband, her eyes on the five of us. She looked away when Demetri met her gaze. The man walked a few steps farther into the plaza, and tapped one of the red-blazered men on the shoulder.

Demetri shook his head. “Please, Edward, let’s be reasonable,” he said.

“Let’s,” Edward agreed. “And we’ll leave quietly now, with no one the wiser.”

Demetri sighed in frustration. “At least let us discuss this more privately.”

Six men in red now joined the family as they watched us with anxious expressions. I was very conscious of Edward’s protective stance in front of me—sure that this was what caused their alarm. I wanted to scream to them to run.

It's supposed to be a tense scene, but the dialogue makes it sound like a 19th century business meeting.

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Edward’s teeth came together audibly. “No.”

Felix smiled.

“Enough.”

The voice was high, reedy, and it came from behind us.

I peeked under Edward’s other arm to see a small, dark shape coming toward us. By the way the edges billowed, I knew it would be another one of them. Who else?

At first I thought it was a young boy. The newcomer was as tiny as Alice, with lank, pale brown hair trimmed short. The body under the cloak—which was darker, almost black—was slim and androgynous. But the face was too pretty for a boy. The wide-eyed, full-lipped face would make a Botticelli angel look like a gargoyle. Even allowing for the dull crimson irises.

I dunno, I've seen some pretty boys.

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Her size was so insignificant that the reaction to her appearance confused me. Felix and Demetri relaxed immediately, stepping back from their offensive positions to blend again with the shadows of the overhanging walls.

Edward dropped his arms and relaxed his position as well—but in defeat.

“Jane,” he sighed in recognition and resignation.



Oh poo poo, it's Dakota Fanning! 15 years old, the famous child actress was starting to move into slightly more mature roles; just a year later she would rejoin Kristen Stewart in The Runaways where they played Cherie Currie and Joan Jett respectively. She's continued a star-studded career, recently appearing as Squeaky Fromme in Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, but this was around the time she first began establishing herself as more than just a screaming kid to worldwide audiences.

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Alice folded her arms across her chest, her expression impassive.

“Follow me,” Jane spoke again, her childish voice a monotone. She turned her back on us and drifted silently into the dark.

Felix gestured for us to go first, smirking.

Alice walked after the little Jane at once. Edward wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me along beside her. The alley angled slightly downward as it narrowed. I looked up at him with frantic questions in my eyes, but he just shook his head. Though I couldn’t hear the others behind us, I was sure they were there.

“Well, Alice,” Edward said conversationally as we walked. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised to see you here.”

“It was my mistake,” Alice answered in the same tone. “It was my job to set it right.”

“What happened?” His voice was polite, as if he were barely interested. I imagined this was due to the listening ears behind us.

“It’s a long story.” Alice’s eyes flickered toward me and away. “In summary, she did jump off a cliff, but she wasn’t trying to kill herself. Bella’s all about the extreme sports these days.”

I flushed and turned my eyes straight ahead, looking after the dark shadow that I could no longer see. I could imagine what he was hearing in Alice’s thoughts now. Near-drownings, stalking vampires, werewolf friends…

“Hm,” Edward said curtly, and the casual tone of his voice was gone.

Edward is just getting bombarded with images of Bella being the biggest danger-prone idiot in the Pacific Northwest.

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There was a loose curve to the alley, still slanting downward, so I didn’t see the squared-off dead end coming until we reached the flat, windowless, brick face. The little one called Jane was nowhere to be seen.

Alice didn’t hesitate, didn’t break pace as she strode toward the wall. Then, with easy grace, she slid down an open hole in the street.

It looked like a drain, sunk into the lowest point of the paving. I hadn’t noticed it until Alice disappeared, but the grate was halfway pushed aside. The hole was small, and black.

I balked.

“It’s all right, Bella,” Edward said in a low voice. “Alice will catch you.”

I eyed the hole doubtfully. I imagine he would have gone first, if Demetri and Felix hadn’t been waiting, smug and silent, behind us.

I crouched down, swinging my legs into the narrow gap.

“Alice?” I whispered, voice trembling.

“I’m right here, Bella,” she reassured me. Her voice came from too far below to make me feel better.

Oh now making a dive is too scary for you?

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Edward took my wrists—his hands felt like stones in winter—and lowered me into the blackness.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Drop her,” Alice called.

I closed my eyes so I couldn’t see the darkness, scrunching them together in terror, clamping my mouth shut so I wouldn’t scream. Edward let me fall.

It was silent and short. The air whipped past me for just half a second, and then, with a huff as I exhaled, Alice’s waiting arms caught me.

I was going to have bruises; her arms were very hard. She stood me upright.

It was dim, but not black at the bottom. The light from the hole above provided a faint glow, reflecting wetly from the stones under my feet. The light vanished for a second, and then Edward was a faint, white radiance beside me. He put his arm around me, holding me close to his side, and began to tow me swiftly forward. I wrapped both arms around his cold waist, and tripped and stumbled my way across the uneven stone surface. The sound of the heavy grate sliding over the drain hole behind us rang with metallic finality.

The dim light from the street was quickly lost in the gloom. The sound of my staggering footsteps echoed through the black space; it sounded very wide, but I couldn’t be sure. There were no sounds other than my frantic heartbeat and my feet on the wet stones—except for once, when an impatient sigh whispered from behind me.

The Volturi are finally going to meet the human that Edward is so obsessed with and they're just "...really?"

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Edward held me tightly. He reached his free hand across his body to hold my face, too, his smooth thumb tracing across my lips. Now and then, I felt his face press into my hair. I realized that this was the only reunion we would get, and I clutched myself closer to him.

For now, it felt like he wanted me, and that was enough to offset the horror of the subterranean tunnel and the prowling vampires behind us. It was probably no more than guilt—the same guilt that compelled him to come here to die when he’d believed that it was his fault that I’d killed myself. But I felt his lips press silently against my forehead, and I didn’t care what the motivation was. At least I could be with him again before I died.

That was better than a long life.

Is Bella going to keep up this vaguely suicidal bent for the rest of the series?

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I wished I could ask him exactly what was going to happen now. I wanted desperately to know how we were going to die—as if that would somehow make it better, knowing in advance. But I couldn’t speak, even in a whisper, surrounded as we were. The others could hear everything—my every breath, my every heartbeat.

The path beneath our feet continued to slant downward, taking us deeper into the ground, and it made me claustrophobic. Only Edward’s hand, soothing against my face, kept me from screaming out loud.

I couldn’t tell where the light was coming from, but it slowly turned dark gray instead of black. We were in a low, arched tunnel. Long trails of ebony moisture seeped down the gray stones, like they were bleeding ink.

I was shaking, and I thought it was from fear. It wasn’t until my teeth started to chatter together that I realized I was cold. My clothes were still wet, and the temperature underneath the city was wintry. As was Edward’s skin.

He realized this at the same time I did, and let go of me, keeping only my hand.

“N-n-no,” I chattered, throwing my arms around him. I didn’t care if I froze. Who knew how long we had left?

His cold hand chafed against my arm, trying to warm me with the friction.

Violently rubbing against a marble statue to heat myself with friction.

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We hurried through the tunnel, or it felt like hurrying to me. My slow progress irritated someone—I guessed Felix—and I heard him heave a sigh now and then.

At the end of the tunnel was a grate—the iron bars were rusting, but thick as my arm. A small door made of thinner, interlaced bars was standing open. Edward ducked through and hurried on to a larger, brighter stone room. The grille slammed shut with a clang, followed by the snap of a lock. I was too afraid to look behind me.

On the other side of the long room was a low, heavy wooden door. It was very thick—as I could tell because it, too, stood open.

We stepped through the door, and I glanced around me in surprise, relaxing automatically. Beside me, Edward tensed, his jaw clenched tight.

Pyrotoad
Oct 24, 2010


Illegal Hen

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“I can’t believe how quick it was. I didn’t feel a thing—they’re very good,” he mused, closing his eyes again and pressing his lips against my hair. His voice was like honey and velvet. “Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty,” he murmured, and I recognized the line spoken by Romeo in the tomb. The clock boomed out its final chime. “You smell just exactly the same as always,” he went on. “So maybe this is hell. I don’t care. I’ll take it.”

“I’m not dead,” I interrupted. “And neither are you! Please Edward, we have to move. They can’t be far away!” I struggled in his arms, and his brow furrowed in confusion.

“What was that?” he asked politely.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-c9-2KcnLXI&t=106s

The movie does a way better job here, honestly. Edward has more emotions in five-ish words there than he does in that entire quoted paragraph. He even smiles at her.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 21: Verdict

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We were in a brightly lit, unremarkable hallway. The walls were off-white, the floor carpeted in industrial gray. Common rectangular fluorescent lights were spaced evenly along the ceiling. It was warmer here, for which I was grateful. This hall seemed very benign after the gloom of the ghoulish stone sewers.

Edward didn’t seem to agree with my assessment. He glowered darkly down the long hallway, toward the slight, black shrouded figure at the end, standing by an elevator.

"I no longer feel temperature. All is numb and cold."

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He pulled me along, and Alice walked on my other side. The heavy door creaked shut behind us, and then there was the thud of a bolt sliding home.

Jane waited by the elevator, one hand holding the doors open for us. Her expression was apathetic.

Once inside the elevator, the three vampires that belonged to the Volturi relaxed further. They threw back their cloaks, letting the hoods fall back on their shoulders. Felix and Demetri were both of a slightly olive complexion—it looked odd combined with their chalky pallor. Felix’s black hair was cropped short, but Demetri’s waved to his shoulders. Their irises were deep crimson around the edges, darkening until they were black around the pupil. Under the shrouds, their clothes were modern, pale, and nondescript. I cowered in the corner, cringing against Edward. His hand still rubbed against my arm. He never took his eyes off Jane.

The elevator ride was short; we stepped out into what looked like a posh office reception area. The walls were paneled in wood, the floors carpeted in thick, deep green. There were no windows, but large, brightly lit paintings of the Tuscan countryside hung everywhere as replacements. Pale leather couches were arranged in cozy groupings, and the glossy tables held crystal vases full of vibrantly colored bouquets. The flowers’ smell reminded me of a funeral home.

The Volturi are thousands of years old but their taste in decor is firmly in the "boring middle management" category.

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In the middle of the room was a high, polished mahogany counter. I gawked in astonishment at the woman behind it.

She was tall, with dark skin and green eyes. She would have been very pretty in any other company—but not here. Because she was every bit as human as I was. I couldn’t comprehend what this human woman was doing here, totally at ease, surrounded by vampires.

YES I AM SURE BELLA SWAN HAS A HARD TIME COMPREHENDING THIS

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She smiled politely in welcome. “Good afternoon, Jane,” she said. There was no surprise in her face as she glanced at Jane’s company. Not Edward, his bare chest glinting dimly in the white lights, or even me, disheveled and comparatively hideous.

Jane nodded. “Gianna.” She continued toward a set of double doors in the back of the room, and we followed.

As Felix passed the desk, he winked at Gianna, and she giggled.



Gianna was played by Justine Wachsberger, who bounced between France and Los Angeles in her childhood. Along with various minor TV and film roles, her most prominent appearance was the recurring role of Lauren in the Divergent film series. As I have no interest in exposing myself to more by-the-numbers young adult dystopian sci-fi series, I have no idea who that is.

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On the other side of the wooden doors was a different kind of reception. The pale boy in the pearl gray suit could have been Jane’s twin. His hair was darker, and his lips were not as full, but he was just as lovely. He came forward to meet us. He smiled, reaching for her. “Jane.”

“Alec,” she responded, embracing the boy. They kissed each other’s cheeks on both sides. Then he looked at us.



Alec was played by 16-year-old Cameron Bright, looking like a kid who went to Hot Topic in 2007 and later got really obsessed with the Joker. He courted serious controversy in 2004 with Birth, where he played a young boy who claims to be the reincarnation of Nicole Kidman's dead husband. The movie included scenes of them kissing and in a bathtub together (thankfully wearing nude swimsuits instead of actually being naked), which is all it takes for me to never watch this movie and have some questions for the writer and director. He later appeared as Leech in X-Men: The Last Stand and his roles since have thankfully been much less creepy.

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“They send you out for one and you come back with two… and a half,” he noted, looking at me. “Nice work.”

She laughed—the sound sparkled with delight like a baby’s cooing.

“Welcome back, Edward,” Alec greeted him. “You seem in a better mood.”

“Marginally,” Edward agreed in a flat voice. I glanced at Edward’s hard face, and wondered how his mood could have been darker before.

Alec chuckled, and examined me as I clung to Edward’s side. “And this is the cause of all the trouble?” he asked, skeptical.

Edward only smiled, his expression contemptuous. Then he froze.

“Dibs,” Felix called casually from behind.

Even the Volturi follow the sacred "dibs" rule.

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Edward turned, a low snarl building deep in his chest. Felix smiled—his hand was raised, palm up; he curled his fingers twice, inviting Edward forward.

Alice touched Edward’s arm. “Patience,” she cautioned him.

They exchanged a long glance, and I wished I could hear what she was telling him. I figured that it was something to do with not attacking Felix, because Edward took a deep breath and turned back to Alec.

“Aro will be so pleased to see you again,” Alec said, as if nothing had passed.

“Let’s not keep him waiting,” Jane suggested.

Edward nodded once.

Alec and Jane, holding hands, led the way down yet another wide, ornate hall—would there ever be an end?

I thought the same and checked. We're 77% of the way through the book.

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They ignored the doors at the end of the hall—doors entirely sheathed in gold—stopping halfway down the hall and sliding aside a piece of the paneling to expose a plain wooden door. It wasn’t locked. Alec held it open for Jane.

I wanted to groan when Edward pulled me through to the other side of the door. It was the same ancient stone as the square, the alley, and the sewers. And it was dark and cold again.

The stone antechamber was not large. It opened quickly into a brighter, cavernous room, perfectly round like a huge castle turret… which was probably exactly what it was. Two stories up, long window slits threw thin rectangles of bright sunlight onto the stone floor below. There were no artificial lights. The only furniture in the room were several massive wooden chairs, like thrones, that were spaced unevenly, flush with the curving stone walls. In the very center of the circle, in a slight depression, was another drain. I wondered if they used it as an exit, like the hole in the street.

The room was not empty. A handful of people were convened in seemingly relaxed conversation. The murmur of low, smooth voices was a gentle hum in the air. As I watched, a pair of pale women in summer dresses paused in a patch of light, and, like prisms, their skin threw the light in rainbow sparkles against the sienna walls.

The exquisite faces all turned toward our party as we entered the room. Most of the immortals were dressed in inconspicuous pants and shirts—things that wouldn’t stick out at all on the streets below. But the man who spoke first wore one of the long robes. It was pitch-black, and brushed against the floor. For a moment, I thought his long, jet-black hair was the hood of his cloak.

Finally, a true goth!

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“Jane, dear one, you’ve returned!” he cried in evident delight. His voice was just a soft sighing.

He drifted forward, and the movement flowed with such surreal grace that I gawked, my mouth hanging open. Even Alice, whose every motion looked like dancing, could not compare.

I was only more astonished as he floated closer and I could see his face. It was not like the unnaturally attractive faces that surrounded him (for he did not approach us alone; the entire group converged around him, some following, and some walking ahead of him with the alert manner of bodyguards). I couldn’t decide if his face was beautiful or not. I suppose the features were perfect. But he was as different from the vampires beside him as they were from me. His skin was translucently white, like onionskin, and it looked just as delicate—it stood in shocking contrast to the long black hair that framed his face. I felt a strange, horrifying urge to touch his cheek, to see if it was softer than Edward’s or Alice’s, or if it was powdery, like chalk. His eyes were red, the same as the others around him, but the color was clouded, milky; I wondered if his vision was affected by the haze.



Aro is one of the most memorable Volturi, probably because he's played by the ever-perfect Michael Sheen. Sheen is a Tumblr fandom darling, who you can see alongside David Tennant in Good Omens, and everyone seems to have had some form of sexual awakening with one of his roles.

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He glided to Jane, took her face in his papery hands, kissed her lightly on her full lips, and then floated back a step.

“Yes, Master.” Jane smiled; the expression made her look like an angelic child. “I brought him back alive, just as you wished.”

“Ah, Jane.” He smiled, too. “You are such a comfort to me.”

He turned his misty eyes toward us, and the smile brightened—became ecstatic.

“And Alice and Bella, too!” he rejoiced, clapping his thin hands together. “This is a happy surprise! Wonderful!”

I stared in shock as he called our names informally, as if we were old friends dropping in for an unexpected visit.

He turned to our hulking escort. “Felix, be a dear and tell my brothers about our company. I’m sure they wouldn’t want to miss this.”

“Yes, Master.” Felix nodded and disappeared back the way we had come.

“You see, Edward?” The strange vampire turned and smiled at Edward like a fond but scolding grandfather. “What did I tell you? Aren’t you glad that I didn’t give you what you wanted yesterday?”

“Yes, Aro, I am,” he agreed, tightening his arm around my waist.

“I love a happy ending.” Aro sighed. “They are so rare. But I want the whole story. How did this happen? Alice?” He turned to gaze at Alice with curious, misty eyes. “Your brother seemed to think you infallible, but apparently there was some mistake.”

“Oh, I’m far from infallible.” She flashed a dazzling smile. She looked perfectly at ease, except that her hands were balled into tight little fists. “As you can see today, I cause problems as often as I cure them.”

Aro wanted in on that parking lot fight club she and Emmett started in North Dakota.

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“You’re too modest,” Aro chided. “I’ve seen some of your more amazing exploits, and I must admit I’ve never observed anything like your talent. Wonderful!”

Alice flickered a glance at Edward. Aro did not miss it.

“I’m sorry, we haven’t been introduced properly at all, have we? It’s just that I feel like I know you already, and I tend to get ahead of myself. Your brother introduced us yesterday, in a peculiar way. You see, I share some of your brother’s talent, only I am limited in a way that he is not.” Aro shook his head; his tone was envious.

“And also exponentially more powerful,” Edward added dryly. He looked at Alice as he swiftly explained. “Aro needs physical contact to hear your thoughts, but he hears much more than I do. You know I can only hear what’s passing through your head in the moment. Aro hears every thought your mind has ever had.”

Alice raised her delicate eyebrows, and Edward inclined his head.

Aro didn’t miss that either.

He touches Emmett and is bewildered by all the bears.

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“But to be able to hear from a distance…” Aro sighed, gesturing toward the two of them, and the exchange that had just taken place. “That would be so convenient.”

Aro looked over our shoulders. All the other heads turned in the same direction, including Jane, Alec, and Demetri, who stood silently beside us.

I was the slowest to turn. Felix was back, and behind him floated two more black-robed men. Both looked very much like Aro, one even had the same flowing black hair. The other had a shock of snow-white hair—the same shade as his face—that brushed against his shoulders. Their faces had identical, paper-thin skin.

The trio from Carlisle’s painting was complete, unchanged by the last three hundred years since it was painted.

“Marcus, Caius, look!” Aro crooned. “Bella is alive after all, and Alice is here with her! Isn’t that wonderful?”

Neither of the other two looked as if wonderful would be their first choice of words. The dark-haired man seemed utterly bored, like he’d seen too many millennia of Aro’s enthusiasm. The other’s face was sour under the snowy hair.



Marcus is Christopher Heyerdahl, who previously played Todd on Stargate Atlantis and would later appear as Thor Gunderson, the enigmatic gunman known as "The Swede" in Hell on Wheels.



Caius is a cross-fandom darling. He was played by a young Jamie Campbell Bower, who had previously appeared as Anthony in Tim Burton's Sweeney Todd film and would go on to appear as a young Gellert Grindelwald in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and Jace Wayland in The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones. You may notice that a lot of Twilight fans also share these interests, and Bower is consequently lusted after by teenage girls the world over.

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Their lack of interest did not curb Aro’s enjoyment.

“Let us have the story,” Aro almost sang in his feathery voice. The white-haired ancient vampire drifted away, gliding toward one of the wooden thrones. The other paused beside Aro, and he reached his hand out, at first I thought to take Aro’s hand. But he just touched Aro’s palm briefly and then dropped his hand to his side. Aro raised one black brow. I wondered how his papery skin did not crumple in the effort.

Edward snorted very quietly, and Alice looked at him, curious.

“Thank you, Marcus,” Aro said. “That’s quite interesting.”

I realized, a second late, that Marcus was letting Aro know his thoughts.

Marcus didn’t look interested. He glided away from Aro to join the one who must be Caius, seated against the wall. Two of the attending vampires followed silently behind him—bodyguards, like I’d thought before. I could see that the two women in the sundresses had gone to stand beside Caius in the same manner. The idea of any vampire needing a guard was faintly ridiculous to me, but maybe the ancient ones were as frail as their skin suggested.

Or they just like the added drama of being flanked by hot bodyguards. You'd think they would put them in nicer outfits though.

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Aro was shaking his head. “Amazing,” he said. “Absolutely amazing.”

Alice’s expression was frustrated. Edward turned to her and explained again in a swift, low voice. “Marcus sees relationships. He’s surprised by the intensity of ours.”

Aro smiled. “So convenient,” he repeated to himself. Then he spoke to us. “It takes quite a bit to surprise Marcus, I can assure you.”

I looked at Marcus’s dead face, and I believed that.

I'm going to commission fan art of Droopy Dog as a Volturi.

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“It’s just so difficult to understand, even now,” Aro mused, staring at Edward’s arm wrapped around me. It was hard for me to follow Aro’s chaotic train of thought. I struggled to keep up. “How can you stand so close to her like that?”

“It’s not without effort,” Edward answered calmly.

“But still—la tua cantante! What a waste!”

Edward chuckled once without humor. “I look at it more as a price.”

Aro was skeptical. “A very high price.”

“Opportunity cost.”

Aro laughed. “If I hadn’t smelled her through your memories, I wouldn’t have believed the call of anyone’s blood could be so strong. I’ve never felt anything like it myself. Most of us would trade much for such a gift, and yet you.…”

“Waste it,” Edward finished, his voice sarcastic now.

Aro laughed again. “Ah, how I miss my friend Carlisle! You remind me of him—only he was not so angry.”

“Carlisle outshines me in many other ways as well.”

Being a generally interesting person?

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“I certainly never thought to see Carlisle bested for self-control of all things, but you put him to shame.”

“Hardly.” Edward sounded impatient. As if he were tired of the preliminaries. It made me more afraid; I couldn’t help but try to imagine what he expected would follow.

What? No he didn't! Not only did Carlisle maintain the same self-control around Bella (being able to stitch her wound at the beginning of the book without a single flinch), he's the only vampire we've seen in the entire series who never fed on a human! Virtually all of Edward's supposed virtues exist only in the text telling us he has them.

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“I am gratified by his success,” Aro mused. “Your memories of him are quite a gift for me, though they astonish me exceedingly. I am surprised by how it… pleases me, his success in this unorthodox path he’s chosen. I expected that he would waste, weaken with time. I’d scoffed at his plan to find others who would share his peculiar vision. Yet, somehow, I’m happy to be wrong.”

Edward didn’t reply.

“But your restraint!” Aro sighed. “I did not know such strength was possible. To inure yourself against such a siren call, not just once but again and again—if I had not felt it myself, I would not have believed.”

So much praise is being heaped on Edward that I almost wonder if he wrote this.

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Edward gazed back at Aro’s admiration with no expression. I knew his face well enough—time had not changed that—to guess at something seething beneath the surface. I fought to keep my breathing even.

“Just remembering how she appeals to you…” Aro chuckled. “It makes me thirsty.”

Edward tensed.

“Don’t be disturbed,” Aro reassured him. “I mean her no harm. But I am so curious, about one thing in particular.” He eyed me with bright interest. “May I?” he asked eagerly, lifting one hand.

“Ask her,” Edward suggested in a flat voice.

“Of course, how rude of me!” Aro exclaimed. “Bella,” he addressed me directly now. “I’m fascinated that you are the one exception to Edward’s impressive talent—so very interesting that such a thing should occur! And I was wondering, since our talents are similar in many ways, if you would be so kind as to allow me to try—to see if you are an exception for me, as well?”

My eyes flashed up to Edward’s face in terror. Despite Aro’s overt politeness, I didn’t believe I really had a choice. I was horrified at the thought of allowing him to touch me, and yet also perversely intrigued by the chance to feel his strange skin.

And Bella takes another level of weird.

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Edward nodded in encouragement—whether because he was sure Aro would not hurt me, or because there was no choice, I couldn’t tell.

I turned back to Aro and raised my hand slowly in front of me. It was trembling.

He glided closer, and I believe he meant his expression to be reassuring. But his papery features were too strange, too alien and frightening, to reassure. The look on his face was more confident than his words had been.

Aro reached out, as if to shake my hand, and pressed his insubstantial-looking skin against mine. It was hard, but felt brittle—shale rather than granite—and even colder than I expected.

His filmy eyes smiled down at mine, and it was impossible to look away. They were mesmerizing in an odd, unpleasant way.

Aro’s face altered as I watched. The confidence wavered and became first doubt, then incredulity before he calmed it into a friendly mask.

“So very interesting,” he said as he released my hand and drifted back.

Is she actually immune or is there just nothing in there?

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My eyes flickered to Edward, and, though his face was composed, I thought he seemed a little smug.

Aro continued to drift with a thoughtful expression. He was quiet for a moment, his eyes flickering between the three of us. Then, abruptly, he shook his head.

“A first,” he said to himself. “I wonder if she is immune to our other talents.… Jane, dear?”

“No!” Edward snarled the word. Alice grabbed his arm with a restraining hand. He shook her off.

Little Jane smiled up happily at Aro. “Yes, Master?”

Edward was truly snarling now, the sound ripping and tearing from him, glaring at Aro with baleful eyes. The room had gone still, everyone watching him with amazed disbelief, as if he were committing some embarrassing social faux pas. I saw Felix grin hopefully and move a step forward. Aro glanced at him once, and he froze in place, his grin turning to a sulky expression.

Then he spoke to Jane. “I was wondering, my dear one, if Bella is immune to you.”

I could barely hear Aro over Edward’s furious growls. He let go of me, moving to hide me from their view. Caius ghosted in our direction, with his entourage, to watch.

Jane turned toward us with a beatific smile.

“Don’t!” Alice cried as Edward launched himself at the little girl.

Before I could react, before anyone could jump between them, before Aro’s bodyguards could tense, Edward was on the ground.

No one had touched him, but he was on the stone floor writhing in obvious agony, while I stared in horror.

I've never encountered such beige prose in popular fiction since middle school. There are Goosebumps books with more vivid descriptions.

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Jane was smiling only at him now, and it all clicked together. What Alice had said about formidable gifts, why everyone treated Jane with such deference, and why Edward had thrown himself in her path before she could do that to me.

“Stop!” I shrieked, my voice echoing in the silence, jumping forward to put myself between them. But Alice threw her arms around me in an unbreakable grasp and ignored my struggles. No sound escaped Edward’s lips as he cringed against the stones. It felt like my head would explode from the pain of watching this.

“Jane,” Aro recalled her in a tranquil voice. She looked up quickly, still smiling with pleasure, her eyes questioning. As soon as Jane looked away, Edward was still.

This scene has all the emotional impact of Meyer reciting her shopping list. The movie at least has something.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEXsOOVWuGA

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Aro inclined his head toward me.

Jane turned her smile in my direction.

I didn’t even meet her gaze. I watched Edward from the prison of Alice’s arms, still struggling pointlessly.

“He’s fine,” Alice whispered in a tight voice. As she spoke, he sat up, and then sprang lightly to his feet. His eyes met mine, and they were horror-struck. At first I thought the horror was for what he had just suffered. But then he looked quickly at Jane, and back to me—and his face relaxed into relief.

I looked at Jane, too, and she no longer smiled. She glared at me, her jaw clenched with the intensity of her focus. I shrank back, waiting for the pain.

Nothing happened.

Edward was by my side again. He touched Alice’s arm, and she surrendered me to him.

Aro started to laugh. “Ha, ha, ha,” he chuckled. “This is wonderful!”

That's Bella's special ability. She can somehow nullify the psychic powers of any other vampire. I don't think it receives any further explanation or justification.

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Jane hissed in frustration, leaning forward like she was preparing to spring.

“Don’t be put out, dear one,” Aro said in a comforting tone, placing a powder-light hand on her shoulder. “She confounds us all.”

Jane’s upper lip curled back over her teeth as she continued to glare at me.

“Ha, ha, ha,” Aro chortled again. “You’re very brave, Edward, to endure in silence. I asked Jane to do that to me once—just out of curiosity.” He shook his head in admiration.

That scene probably looked like something from What We Do in the Shadows.

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Edward glared, disgusted.

“So what do we do with you now?” Aro sighed.

Edward and Alice stiffened. This was the part they’d been waiting for. I began to tremble.

“I don’t suppose there’s any chance that you’ve changed your mind?” Aro asked Edward hopefully. “Your talent would be an excellent addition to our little company.”

Edward hesitated. From the corner of my eye, I saw both Felix and Jane grimace.

Edward seemed to weigh each word before he spoke it. “I’d… rather… not.”

“Alice?” Aro asked, still hopeful. “Would you perhaps be interested in joining with us?”

“No, thank you,” Alice said.

“And you, Bella?” Aro raised his eyebrows. Edward hissed, low in my ears. I stared at Aro blankly. Was he joking? Or was he really asking me if I wanted to stay for dinner?

It was the white-haired Caius who broke the silence.

“What?” he demanded of Aro; his voice, though no more than a whisper, was flat.

“Caius, surely you see the potential,” Aro chided him affectionately. “I haven’t seen a prospective talent so promising since we found Jane and Alec. Can you imagine the possibilities when she is one of us?”

I'm not sure on the actual proportion of vampires with powers. We see a ton of vampires (especially with the way Eclipse goes), but the Cullens and Volturi have a high concentration and a lot of the vampires are seen very shortly or not at all, making it impossible to tell if they had any ability.

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Caius looked away with a caustic expression. Jane’s eyes sparked with indignation at the comparison.

Edward fumed beside me. I could hear a rumble in his chest, building toward a growl. I couldn’t let his temper get him hurt.

“No, thank you,” I spoke up in barely more than a whisper, my voice breaking in fright.

Aro sighed. “That’s unfortunate. Such a waste.”

Edward hissed. “Join or die, is that it? I suspected as much when we were brought to this room. So much for your laws.”

The tone of his voice surprised me. He sounded irate, but there was something deliberate about his delivery—as if he’d chosen his words with great care.

“Of course not.” Aro blinked, astonished. “We were already convened here, Edward, awaiting Heidi’s return. Not for you.”

One thing I do like about this scene is that Edward is trying to be his usual dramatic self, making himself the centerpiece of everything and snarling at the Volturi, when none of them could care less about his theatrics. I'm not sure if Meyer intended for him to come off so lame, but that's what's happening.

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“Aro,” Caius hissed. “The law claims them.”

Edward glared at Caius. “How so?” he demanded. He must have known what Caius was thinking, but he seemed determined to make him speak it aloud.

Caius pointed a skeletal finger at me. “She knows too much. You have exposed our secrets.” His voice was papery thin, just like his skin.

“There are a few humans in on your charade here, as well,” Edward reminded him, and I thought of the pretty receptionist below.

Caius’s face twisted into a new expression. Was it supposed to be a smile?

“Yes,” he agreed. “But when they are no longer useful to us, they will serve to sustain us. That is not your plan for this one. If she betrays our secrets, are you prepared to destroy her? I think not,” he scoffed.

“I wouldn’t—,” I began, still whispering. Caius silenced me with an icy look.

“Nor do you intend to make her one of us,” Caius continued. “Therefore, she is a vulnerability. Though it is true, for this, only her life is forfeit. You may leave if you wish.”

Edward bared his teeth.

“That’s what I thought,” Caius said, with something akin to pleasure. Felix leaned forward, eager.

“Unless…,” Aro interrupted. He looked unhappy with the way the conversation had gone. “Unless you do intend to give her immortality?”

Edward pursed his lips, hesitating for a moment before he answered. “And if I do?”

Bella tears her collar off and leaps into Edward's arms.

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Aro smiled, happy again. “Why, then you would be free to go home and give my regards to my friend Carlisle.” His expression turned more hesitant. “But I’m afraid you would have to mean it.”

Aro raised his hand in front of him.

Caius, who had begun to scowl furiously, relaxed.

Edward’s lips tightened into a fierce line. He stared into my eyes, and I stared back.

“Mean it,” I whispered. “Please.”

Was it really such a loathsome idea? Would he rather die than change me? I felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach.

Everything that's going on and it's still all about her.

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Edward stared down at me with a tortured expression.

And then Alice stepped away from us, forward toward Aro. We turned to watch her. Her hand was raised like his.

She didn’t say anything, and Aro waved off his anxious guard as they moved to block her approach. Aro met her halfway, and took her hand with an eager, acquisitive glint in his eyes.

He bent his head over their touching hands, his eyes closing as he concentrated. Alice was motionless, her face blank. I heard Edward’s teeth snap together.

No one moved. Aro seemed frozen over Alice’s hand. The seconds passed and I grew more and more stressed, wondering how much time would pass before it was too much time. Before it meant something was wrong—more wrong than it already was.

Another agonizing moment passed, and then Aro’s voice broke the silence.

“Ha, ha, ha,” he laughed, his head still bent forward. He looked up slowly, his eyes bright with excitement. “That was fascinating!”

Alice smiled dryly. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“To see the things you’ve seen—especially the ones that haven’t happened yet!” He shook his head in wonder.

“But that will,” she reminded him, voice calm.

“Yes, yes, it’s quite determined. Certainly there’s no problem.”

The Volturi are an interesting group. They're not really villains, despite their creepiness and the film's propensity to put them in black medieval robes and Michael Sheen acting like...well, Michael Sheen. They do eat humans like typical vampires, but they're only really interested in keeping the peace and ensuring that vampires don't get hunted into extinction or do anything too destructive (for the aforementioned reason). They find the Cullens odd, but are otherwise on polite terms with them and let them do their thing as long as they follow the rules. And killing Bella does make sense from their perspective of keeping vampires a secret, enough so that I can't find it a truly villainous action.

One issue with this is that it leaves the book somewhat deprived of any real antagonist. For almost the entire story, the only source of conflict was the protagonist's own self-destructive and manipulative behavior driven by a severe case of mental illness. With Bella's mind serving as the antagonist, it falls to Meyer to adequately resolve the conflict with it. We never get that resolution because Bella gets her boyfriend back and all of the problems from earlier are instantly solved. She never has to make any progress learning or improving herself, and in fact continued to waver between manic and suicidally depressed all the way until that moment.

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Caius looked bitterly disappointed—a feeling he seemed to share with Felix and Jane.

“Aro,” Caius complained.

“Dear Caius,” Aro smiled. “Do not fret. Think of the possibilities! They do not join us today, but we can always hope for the future. Imagine the joy young Alice alone would bring to our little household.… Besides, I’m so terribly curious to see how Bella turns out!”

Aro seemed convinced. Did he not realize how subjective Alice’s visions were? That she could make up her mind to transform me today, and then change it tomorrow? A million tiny decisions, her decisions and so many others’, too—Edward’s—could alter her path, and with that, the future.

And would it really matter that Alice was willing, would it make any difference if I did become a vampire, when the idea was so repulsive to Edward? If death was, to him, a better alternative than having me around forever, an immortal annoyance? Terrified as I was, I felt myself sinking down into depression, drowning in it.…

We're not even out of danger yet and Bella's already having another mood swing!

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“Then we are free to go now?” Edward asked in an even voice.

“Yes, yes,” Aro said pleasantly. “But please visit again. It’s been absolutely enthralling!”

“And we will visit you as well,” Caius promised, his eyes suddenly half-closed like the heavy-lidded gaze of a lizard. “To be sure that you follow through on your side. Were I you, I would not delay too long. We do not offer second chances.”

Edward’s jaw clenched tight, but he nodded once.

Caius smirked and drifted back to where Marcus still sat, unmoving and uninterested.

Felix groaned.

“Ah, Felix.” Aro smiled, amused. “Heidi will be here at any moment. Patience.”

“Hmm.” Edward’s voice had a new edge to it. “In that case, perhaps we’d better leave sooner rather than later.”

“Yes,” Aro agreed. “That’s a good idea. Accidents do happen. Please wait below until after dark, though, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course,” Edward agreed, while I cringed at the thought of waiting out the day before we could escape.

Everyone just sits around awkwardly in the waiting room.

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“And here,” Aro added, motioning to Felix with one finger. Felix came forward at once, and Aro unfastened the gray cloak the huge vampire wore, pulling from his shoulders. He tossed it to Edward. “Take this. You’re a little conspicuous.”

Edward put the long cloak on, leaving the hood down.

Aro sighed. “It suits you.”

Edward chuckled, but broke off suddenly, glancing over his shoulder. “Thank you, Aro. We’ll wait below.”

“Goodbye, young friends,” Aro said, his eyes bright as he stared in the same direction.

“Let’s go,” Edward said, urgent now.

Michael Sheen really was the best casting choice they could have ever made.

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Demetri gestured that we should follow, and then set off the way we’d come in, the only exit by the look of things.

Edward pulled me swiftly along beside him. Alice was close by my other side, her face hard.

“Not fast enough,” she muttered.

I stared up at her, frightened, but she only seemed chagrined. It was then that I first heard the babble of voices—loud, rough voices—coming from the antechamber.

“Well this is unusual,” a man’s coarse voice boomed.

“So medieval,” an unpleasantly shrill, female voice gushed back.

A large crowd was coming through the little door, filling the smaller stone chamber. Demetri motioned for us to make room. We pressed back against the cold wall to let them pass.

The couple in front, Americans from the sound of them, glanced around themselves with appraising eyes.

“Welcome, guests! Welcome to Volterra!” I could hear Aro sing from the big turret room.

The rest of them, maybe forty or more, filed in after the couple. Some studied the setting like tourists. A few even snapped pictures. Others looked confused, as if the story that had led them to this room was not making sense anymore. I noticed one small, dark woman in particular. Around her neck was a rosary, and she gripped the cross tightly in one hand. She walked more slowly than the others, touching someone now and then and asking a question in an unfamiliar language. No one seemed to understand her, and her voice grew more panicked.

Oh, it's a buffet!

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Edward pulled my face against his chest, but it was too late. I already understood.

As soon as the smallest break appeared, Edward pushed me quickly toward the door. I could feel the horrified expression on my face, and the tears beginning to pool in my eyes.

The ornate golden hallway was quiet, empty except for one gorgeous, statuesque woman. She stared at us curiously, me in particular.

“Welcome home, Heidi,” Demetri greeted her from behind us.

Heidi smiled absently. She reminded me of Rosalie, though they looked nothing alike—it was just that her beauty, too, was exceptional, unforgettable. I couldn’t seem to look away.

She was dressed to emphasize that beauty. Her amazingly long legs, darkened with tights, were exposed by the shortest of miniskirts. Her top was long-sleeved and high-necked, but extremely close-fitting, and constructed of red vinyl. Her long mahogany hair was lustrous, and her eyes were the strangest shade of violet—a color that might result from blue-tinted contacts over red irises.



Heidi (named after Stephenie Meyer's sister) was played by Canadian model Noot Seear, a competitor with Booboo Stewart for weirdest name. She had a short-lived acting career beginning at the age of 16 in an episode of Cold Squad, but has only had a few roles since then.

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“Demetri,” she responded in a silky voice, her eyes flickering between my face and Edward’s gray cloak.

“Nice fishing,” Demetri complimented her, and I suddenly understood the attention-grabbing outfit she wore… she was not only the fisherman, but also the bait.

“Thanks.” She flashed a stunning smile. “Aren’t you coming?”

“In a minute. Save a few for me.”

Heidi nodded and ducked through the door with one last curious look at me.

Edward set a pace that had me running to keep up. But we still couldn’t get through the ornate door at the end of the hallway before the screaming started.

chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 21:28 on Oct 24, 2019

Epicurius
Apr 10, 2010
College Slice
The Voluri actually remind me a little of the Camarilla from White Wolf's Vampire:the Masquerade RPG...traditionalist, secretive, contemptuous of humanity, and obsessed with keeping the existence of vampires a secret.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Epicurius posted:

The Voluri actually remind me a little of the Camarilla from White Wolf's Vampire:the Masquerade RPG...traditionalist, secretive, contemptuous of humanity, and obsessed with keeping the existence of vampires a secret.

I would suggest an inspiration if I thought Meyer consumed any media as interesting as VTM. It’s yet another of the missed opportunities that makes you want another author in charge.

According to online information, the original Volturi (Aro, Caius, and Marcus) are actually Greek despite the Roman names. Presumably they followed many aspects of Greek civilization and adopted Roman names and culture as the empire conquered its way across Europe. Later books get into Ancient Egyptian vampires, and I can’t stress enough how cool such stories would be compared to this.

Epicurius
Apr 10, 2010
College Slice
I mean, the Voluri are still more interesting than Bella or Edward. They're really pale and pretty. Jane is psychic. Aro is preternaturally cheery. They have their own town and goons and beautiful female bodyguards. So there's all sorts of potential there.

So maybe I missed the explanation, but do we ever get anything explaining why Bella's blood is so appealing to vampires?

Darth Walrus
Feb 13, 2012

Epicurius posted:

I mean, the Voluri are still more interesting than Bella or Edward. They're really pale and pretty. Jane is psychic. Aro is preternaturally cheery. They have their own town and goons and beautiful female bodyguards. So there's all sorts of potential there.

So maybe I missed the explanation, but do we ever get anything explaining why Bella's blood is so appealing to vampires?

Some folks are just tastier than others, I think.

MrNemo
Aug 26, 2010

"I just love beeting off"

Wait, wasn't Bella affected by Emmett's emotion changing power in the first book? So she's immune to all vampire powers except Alice's fortune telling and Emmett's ability to manipulate emotions?

This kind of poo poo makes me really appreciate writers like Sanderson actually plotting out books and having some idea of what makes a character special rather than just making them the focus character and telling everyone they're special.

RaspberrySea
Nov 29, 2004
Jasper's emotion powers. And Aro and Edward can't read her mind, but Alice can read her future and Marcus can read her relationship status. It never made sense to me either. What's the difference between Jasper mentally affecting her mood and Jane mentally affecting her pain receptors?

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

MorgaineDax posted:

Jasper's emotion powers. And Aro and Edward can't read her mind, but Alice can read her future and Marcus can read her relationship status. It never made sense to me either. What's the difference between Jasper mentally affecting her mood and Jane mentally affecting her pain receptors?

gently caress I didn’t even notice that.

Edit: Now that I think about it, it's likely that Meyer (when she wrote the original book as a stand-alone personal project) only intended for Bella to be immune to Edward. When she decided to do a sequel she came up with the idea for many vampires having psychic powers and Bella being super special and immune to them, but forgot that she had shown other powers working before.

chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 17:49 on Oct 25, 2019

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 22: Flight

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Demetri left us in the cheerfully opulent reception area, where the woman Gianna was still at her post behind the polished counter. Bright, harmless music tinkled from hidden speakers.

“Do not leave until dark,” he warned us.

Edward nodded, and Demetri hurried away.

Gianna did not seem at all surprised by the exchange, though she did eye Edward’s borrowed cloak with shrewd speculation.

Oh God we really are going to get an extended scene of them waiting in the reception room.

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“Are you all right?” Edward asked under his breath, too low for the human woman to hear. His voice was rough—if velvet can be rough—with anxiety. Still stressed by our situation, I imagined.

“You’d better make her sit before she falls,” Alice said. “She’s going to pieces.”

It was only then that I realized I was shaking, shaking hard, my entire frame vibrating until my teeth chattered and the room around me seemed to wobble and blur in my eyes. For one wild second, I wondered if this was how Jacob felt just before exploding into a werewolf.

I heard a sound that didn’t make sense, a strange, ripping counterpart to the otherwise cheery background music. Distracted by the shaking, I couldn’t tell where it was coming from.

“Shh, Bella, shh,” Edward said as he pulled me to the sofa farthest away from the curious human at the desk.

“I think she’s having hysterics. Maybe you should slap her,” Alice suggested.

Edward threw a frantic glance at her.

Yes! Do it!

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Then I understood. Oh. The noise was me. The ripping sound was the sobs coming from my chest. That’s what was shaking me.

Has anyone actually had this happen to them in real life? Where they don't realize they're the ones making a noise because they're too hysterical? Also, who describes the sound of sobbing as ripping?

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“It’s all right, you’re safe, it’s all right,” he chanted again and again. He pulled me onto his lap and tucked the thick wool cloak around me, protecting me from his cold skin.

I knew it was stupid to react like this. Who knew how much time I had to look at his face? He was saved, and I was saved, and he could leave me as soon as we were free. To have my eyes so filled with tears that I could not see his features clearly was wasteful—insanity.

But, behind my eyes where the tears could not wash the image away, I could still see the panicked face of the tiny woman with the rosary.

“All those people,” I sobbed.

“I know,” he whispered.

“It’s so horrible.”

“Yes, it is. I wish you hadn’t had to see that.”

I rested my head against his cold chest, using the thick cloak to wipe my eyes. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

Just think that a few days ago she would have gladly been in line to join them!

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“Is there anything I can get you?” a voice asked politely. It was Gianna, leaning over Edward’s shoulder with a look that was both concerned and yet still professional and detached at the same time. It didn’t seem to bother her that her face was inches from a hostile vampire. She was either totally oblivious, or very good at her job.

So is Bella calling herself oblivious, or...

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“No,” Edward answered coldly.

She nodded, smiled at me, and then disappeared.

I waited until she was out of hearing range. “Does she know what’s going on here?” I demanded, my voice low and hoarse. I was getting control of myself, my breathing evening out.

“Yes. She knows everything,” Edward told me.

“Does she know they’re going to kill her someday?”

“She’s knows it’s a possibility,” he said.

That surprised me.

Edward’s face was hard to read. “She’s hoping they’ll decide to keep her.”

I felt the blood leave my face. “She wants to be one of them?”

He nodded once, his eyes sharp on my face, watching my reaction.

I shuddered. “How can she want that?” I whispered, more to myself than really looking for an answer. “How can she watch those people file through to that hideous room and want to be a part of that?”

Edward didn’t answer. His expression twisted in response to something I’d said.

"You've spent how long demanding to be turned into a vampire and you've chosen now to be grossed out by it?"

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As I stared at his too beautiful face, trying to understand the change, it suddenly struck me that I was really here, in Edward’s arms, however fleetingly, and that we were not—at this exact moment—about to be killed.

“Oh, Edward,” I cried, and I was sobbing again. It was such a stupid reaction. The tears were too thick for me to see his face again, and that was inexcusable. I only had until sunset for sure. Like a fairy tale again, with deadlines that ended the magic.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, still anxious, rubbing my back with gentle pats.

I wrapped my arms around his neck—what was the worst he could do? Just push me away—and hugged myself closer to him. “Is it really sick for me to be happy right now?” I asked. My voice broke twice.

He didn’t push me away. He pulled me tight against his ice-hard chest, so tight it was hard to breathe, even with my lungs securely intact. “I know exactly what you mean,” he whispered. “But we have lots of reasons to be happy. For one, we’re alive.”

“Yes,” I agreed. “That’s a good one.”

“And together,” he breathed. His breath was so sweet it made my head swim. I just nodded, sure that he did not place the same weight on that consideration as I did.

“And, with any luck, we’ll still be alive tomorrow.”

“Hopefully,” I said uneasily.

“The outlook is quite good,” Alice assured me. She’d been so quiet, I’d almost forgotten her presence. “I’ll see Jasper in less than twenty-four hours,” she added in a satisfied tone.

Lucky Alice. She could trust her future.

And she has a way more interesting man!

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I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Edward’s face for long. I stared at him, wishing more than anything that the future would never happen. That this moment would last forever, or, if it couldn’t, that I would stop existing when it did.

Edward stared right back at me, his dark eyes soft, and it was easy to pretend that he felt the same way. So that’s what I did. I pretended, to make the moment sweeter.

His fingertips traced the circles under my eyes. “You look so tired.”

“And you look thirsty,” I whispered back, studying the purple bruises under his black irises.

He shrugged. “It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure? I could sit with Alice,” I offered, unwilling; I’d rather he killed me now than move one inch from where I was.

Jesus.

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“Don’t be ridiculous.” He sighed; his sweet breath caressed my face. “I’ve never been in better control of that side of my nature than right now.”

I had a million questions for him. One of them bubbled to my lips now, but I held my tongue. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, as imperfect as it was, here in this room that made me sick, under the eyes of the would-be monster.

Here in his arms, it was so easy to fantasize that he wanted me. I didn’t want to think about his motivations now—about whether he acted this way to keep me calm while we were still in danger, or if he just felt guilty for where we were and relieved that he wasn’t responsible for my death. Maybe the time apart had been enough that I didn’t bore him for the moment. But it didn’t matter. I was so much happier pretending.

I lay quiet in his arms, re-memorizing his face, pretending.…

He stared at my face like he was doing the same, while he and Alice discussed how to get home. Their voices were so quick and low that I knew Gianna couldn’t understand. I missed half of it myself. It sounded like more theft would be involved, though. I wondered idly if the yellow Porsche had made it back to its owner yet.

Is there a more awkward way to hold a conversation than rapidly whispering it while staring someone else dead in the eyes?

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“What was all that talk about singers?” Alice asked at one point.

La tua cantante,” Edward said. His voice made the words into music.

“Yes, that,” Alice said, and I concentrated for a moment. I’d wondered about that, too, at the time.

I felt Edward shrug around me. “They have a name for someone who smells the way Bella does to me. They call her my singer—because her blood sings for me.”

Alice laughed.

Yes, give me more of the Volturi's centuries-old culture! Anything but this!

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I was tired enough to sleep, but I fought against the weariness. I wasn’t going to miss a second of the time I had with him. Now and then, as he talked with Alice, he would lean down suddenly and kiss me—his glass-smooth lips brushing against my hair, my forehead, the tip of my nose. Each time it was like an electric shock to my long dormant heart. The sound of its beating seemed to fill the entire room.

It was heaven—right smack in the middle of hell.

I'm sure Meyer thought this was a really clever and artistic turn of phrase, but I'm just being reminded of Bella literally suffering a heart attack from being kissed in the first book.

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I lost track of the time completely. So when Edward’s arms tightened around me, and both he and Alice looked to the back of the room with wary eyes, I panicked. I cringed into Edward’s chest as Alec—his eyes now a vivid ruby, but still spotless in his light gray suit despite the afternoon meal—walked through the double doors.

It was good news.

“You’re free to leave now,” Alec told us, his tone so warm you’d think we were all lifelong friends. “We ask that you don’t linger in the city.”

Edward made no answering pretense; his voice was ice cold. “That won’t be a problem.”

Alec smiled, nodded, and disappeared again.

“Follow the right hallway around the corner to the first set of elevators,” Gianna told us as Edward helped me to my feet. “The lobby is two floors down, and exits to the street. Goodbye, now,” she added pleasantly. I wondered if her competence would be enough to save her.

Alice shot her a dark look.

I was relieved there was another way out; I wasn’t sure if I could handle another tour through the underground.

We could have easily cut most of this chapter and gotten the book done a lot quicker.

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We left through a tastefully luxurious lobby. I was the only one who glanced back at the medieval castle that housed the elaborate business facade. I couldn’t see the turret from here, for which I was grateful.

The party was still in full swing in the streets. The street lamps were just coming on as we walked swiftly through the narrow, cobbled lanes. The sky was a dull, fading gray overhead, but the buildings crowded the streets so closely that it felt darker.

The party was darker, too. Edward’s long, trailing cloak did not stand out in the way it might have on a normal evening in Volterra. There were others in black satin cloaks now, and the plastic fangs I’d seen on the child in the square today seemed to be very popular with the adults.

“Ridiculous,” Edward muttered once.

Edward is one of those annoying vampires who likes to loudly scoff at vampire books when he passes them in the store.

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I didn’t notice when Alice disappeared from beside me. I looked over to ask her a question, and she was gone.

“Where’s Alice?” I whispered in a panic.

“She went to retrieve your bags from where she stashed them this morning.”

I’d forgotten that I had access to a toothbrush. It brightened my outlook considerably.

Bella how loving long has it been since you brushed your teeth?

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“She’s stealing a car, too, isn’t she?” I guessed.

He grinned. “Not till we’re outside.”

MAKE ALICE THE PROTAGONIST INSTEAD

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It seemed like a very long way to the entryway. Edward could see that I was spent; he wound his arm around my waist and supported most of my weight as we walked.

I shuddered as he pulled me through the dark stone archway. The huge, ancient portcullis above was like a cage door, threatening to drop on us, to lock us in.

I forgot to mention this, but while Volterra is a real city the film actually shot in Montepulciano about 70 miles away. Both towns look very similar, but Montepulciano is slightly larger and denser and the filmmakers decided that it better suited Meyer's descriptions (what little we get...).

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He led me toward a dark car, waiting in a pool of shadow to the right of the gate with the engine running. To my surprise, he slid into the backseat with me, instead of insisting on driving.

Alice was apologetic. “I’m sorry.” She gestured vaguely toward the dashboard. “There wasn’t much to choose from.”

“It’s fine, Alice.” He grinned. “They can’t all be 911 Turbos.”

She sighed. “I may have to acquire one of those legally. It was fabulous.”

“I’ll get you one for Christmas,” Edward promised.

Alice turned to beam at him, which worried me, as she was already speeding down the dark and curvy hillside at the same time.

“Yellow,” she told him.

It's almost like Meyer is hinting at how much cooler the other characters are than Bella and Edward just to gently caress with us.

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Edward kept me tight in his arms. Inside the gray cloak, I was warm and comfortable. More than comfortable.

“You can sleep now, Bella,” he murmured. “It’s over.”

I knew he meant the danger, the nightmare in the ancient city, but I still had to swallow hard before I could answer.

“I don’t want to sleep. I’m not tired.” Just the second part was a lie. I wasn’t about to close my eyes. The car was only dimly lit by the dashboard controls, but it was enough that I could see his face.

He pressed his lips to the hollow under my ear. “Try,” he encouraged.

I shook my head.

He sighed. “You’re still just as stubborn.”

I was stubborn; I fought with my heavy lids, and I won. The dark road was the hardest part; the bright lights at the airport in Florence made it easier, as did the chance to brush my teeth and change into clean clothes; Alice bought Edward new clothes, too, and he left the dark cloak on a pile of trash in an alley. The plane trip to Rome was so short that there wasn’t really a chance for the fatigue to drag me under. I knew the flight from Rome to Atlanta would be another matter entirely, so I asked the flight attendant if she could bring me a Coke.

“Bella,” Edward said disapprovingly. He knew my low tolerance for caffeine.

How loving low is her tolerance? One can of Coke is going to keep her up all night?

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Alice was behind us. I could hear her murmuring to Jasper on the phone.

“I don’t want to sleep,” I reminded him. I gave him an excuse that was believable because it was true. “If I close my eyes now, I’ll see things I don’t want to see. I’ll have nightmares.”

He didn’t argue with me after that.

It would have been a very good time to talk, to get the answers I needed—needed but not really wanted; I was already despairing at the thought of what I might hear. We had an uninterrupted block of time ahead of us, and he couldn’t escape me on an airplane—well, not easily, at least. No one would hear us except Alice; it was late, and most of the passengers were turning off lights and asking for pillows in muted voices. Talk would help me fight off the exhaustion.

But, perversely, I bit my tongue against the flood of questions. My reasoning was probably flawed by exhaustion, but I hoped that by postponing the discussion, I could buy a few more hours with him at some later time—spin this out for another night, Scheherazade-style.

I swear this must be where Lani Sarem got the name for her protagonist.

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So I kept drinking soda, and resisting even the urge to blink. Edward seemed perfectly content to hold me in his arms, his fingers tracing my face again and again. I touched his face, too. I couldn’t stop myself, though I was afraid it would hurt me later, when I was alone again. He continued to kiss my hair, my forehead, my wrists… but never my lips, and that was good. After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating? I’d lived through a lot that should have finished me in the last few days, but it didn’t make me feel strong.

Instead, I felt horribly fragile, like one word could shatter me.

Edward didn’t speak. Maybe he was hoping I would sleep. Maybe he had nothing to say.

I won the fight against my heavy lids. I was awake when we reached the airport in Atlanta, and I even watched the sun beginning to rise over Seattle’s cloud cover before Edward slid the window shut. I was proud of myself. I hadn’t missed one minute.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_nPp64OrBc

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Neither Alice nor Edward was surprised by the reception that waited for us at Sea-Tac airport, but it caught me off guard. Jasper was the first one I saw—he didn’t seem to see me at all. His eyes were only for Alice. She went quickly to his side; they didn’t embrace like other couples meeting there. They only stared into each other’s faces, yet, somehow, the moment was so private that I still felt the need to look away.

Carlisle and Esme waited in a quiet corner far from the line for the metal detectors, in the shadow of a wide pillar. Esme reached for me, hugging me fiercely, yet awkwardly, because Edward kept his arms around me, too.

“Thank you so much,” she said in my ear.

Then she threw her arms around Edward, and she looked like she would be crying if that were possible.

“You will never put me through that again,” she nearly growled.

Edward grinned, repentant. “Sorry, Mom.”

What loving lame apology is that? You tried to commit suicide! You almost did it through committing mass murder in public! You don't get to loving grin and be sarcastic!

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“Thank you, Bella,” Carlisle said. “We owe you.”

“Hardly,” I mumbled. The sleepless night was suddenly overpowering. My head felt disconnected from my body.

“She’s dead on her feet,” Esme scolded Edward. “Let’s get her home.”

Not sure if home was what I wanted at this point, I stumbled, half-blind, through the airport, Edward dragging me on one side and Esme on the other. I didn’t know if Alice and Jasper were behind us or not, and I was too exhausted to look.

How the hell am I going to handle two more books of Bella being this pathetic to watch?

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I think I was mostly asleep, though I was still walking, when we reached their car. The surprise of seeing Emmett and Rosalie leaning against the black sedan under the dim lights of the parking garage revived me some. Edward stiffened.

“Don’t,” Esme whispered. “She feels awful.”

“She should,” Edward said, making no attempt to keep his voice down.

“It’s not her fault,” I said, my words garbled with exhaustion.

I mean, sort of? She was just one of several people all making the worst possible decision they could at every step when it came to Bella.

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“Let her make amends,” Esme pleaded. “We’ll ride with Alice and Jasper.”

Edward glowered at the absurdly lovely blond vampire waiting for us.

“Please, Edward,” I said. I didn’t want to ride with Rosalie any more than he seemed to, but I’d caused more than enough discord in his family.

He sighed, and towed me toward the car.

Emmett and Rosalie got in the front seat without speaking, while Edward pulled me in the back again. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to fight my eyelids anymore, and I laid my head against his chest in defeat, letting them close. I felt the car purr to life.

“Edward,” Rosalie began.

“I know.” Edward’s brusque tone was not generous.

“Bella?” Rosalie asked softly.

My eyelids fluttered open in shock. It was the first time she’d ever spoken directly to me.

“Yes, Rosalie?” I asked, hesitant.

“I’m so very sorry, Bella. I feel wretched about every part of this, and so grateful that you were brave enough to go save my brother after what I did. Please say you’ll forgive me.” The words were awkward, stilted because of her embarrassment, but they seemed sincere.

“Of course, Rosalie,” I mumbled, grasping at any chance to make her hate me a little less. “It’s not your fault at all. I’m the one who jumped off the drat cliff. Of course I forgive you.”

The words came out like mush.

“It doesn’t count until she’s conscious, Rose,” Emmett chuckled.

“I’m conscious,” I said; it just sounded like a garbled sigh.

I missed Emmett.

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“Let her sleep,” Edward insisted, but his voice was a little warmer.

It was quiet then, except for the gentle thrum of the engine. I must have fallen asleep, because it seemed like seconds later when the door opened and Edward was carrying me from the car. My eyes wouldn’t open. At first I thought we were still at the airport.

And then I heard Charlie.

“Bella!” he shouted from some distance.

“Charlie,” I mumbled, trying to shake off the stupor.

“Shh,” Edward whispered. “It’s okay; you’re home and safe. Just sleep.”

“I can’t believe you have the nerve to show your face here.” Charlie bellowed at Edward, his voice much closer now.

“Stop it, Dad,” I groaned. He didn’t hear me.

“What’s wrong with her?” Charlie demanded.

“She’s just very tired, Charlie,” Edward assured him quietly. “Please let her rest.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Charlie yelled. “Give her to me. Get your hands off her!”

Let's look at this from Charlie's perspective. He's already not completely cool with Edward when this book begins because of the narrative that they broke up and Bella ran away back to Phoenix over it, leading to her tumbling down the stairs and falling out a window because of her absurd clumsiness. They got back together, but he has reason to be suspicious of their relationship's fragility. After she gets hurt at her birthday party, Edward suddenly becomes incredibly cold and emotionless, dumps her, takes back all of his presents and pictures of him, and flees the state. This drives Bella into a hysterical breakdown wavering between self-destruction and severe depression for months that she refuses to get any professional help for. She spends time with a new boy, but starts coming back injured so often that he doesn't even notice at a certain point. He doesn't notice her consistent screaming nightmares either.

Then on the day of his best friend's funeral, Bella disappears. She leaves a hasty note claiming that her ex is in trouble and she needs to save him. She's gone and can't be located for days, and is now being returned to the house half-conscious in the arms of the boy that ruined her so badly. He has no idea of knowing that she just intentionally deprived herself of sleep. She could be hurt, or drugged, or sick, or any number of things. Who knows how much is this douchebag albino's fault?

I'm just saying Edward is lucky Charlie isn't putting two in his chest here.

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Edward tried to pass me to Charlie, but I clung to him with locked, tenacious fingers. I could feel my dad yanking on my arm.

“Cut it out, Dad,” I said with more volume. I managed to drag my lids back to stare at Charlie with bleary eyes. “Be mad at me.”

We were in front of my house. The front door was standing open. The cloud cover overhead was too thick to guess at a time of day.

“You bet I will be,” Charlie promised. “Get inside.”

“’Kay. Let me down,” I sighed.

Edward set me on my feet. I could see that I was upright, but I couldn’t feel my legs. I trudged forward anyway, until the sidewalk swirled up toward my face. Edward’s arms caught me before I hit the concrete.

“Just let me get her upstairs,” Edward said. “Then I’ll leave.”

“No,” I cried, panicking. I hadn’t got my answers yet. He had to stay for at least that much, didn’t he?

“I won’t be far,” Edward promised, whispering so low in my ear that Charlie didn’t have a hope of hearing.

I didn’t hear Charlie answer, but Edward headed into the house. My open eyes only made it till the stairs. The last thing I felt was Edward’s cool hands prying my fingers loose from his shirt.

Epicurius
Apr 10, 2010
College Slice
In better hands, the Bella being horrified by Gianna wanting to be turned into a vampire could be done as a nice piece of irony and with good effect. It would be, here's Bella, whose only real experience with the vampires is the Cullens, and who has this romantic view of vampires meeting the Volturi and the way they treat humans like cattle, along with all the horrors of feeding, and that's Bella learning the real nature of vampirism and being repelled by it. It would be a nice piece of character growth for her, and at the same time, reinforce e the nobility of the Cullens...that they choose to set themselves above and apart from this behavior.

In better hands, that is.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Epicurius posted:

In better hands, the Bella being horrified by Gianna wanting to be turned into a vampire could be done as a nice piece of irony and with good effect. It would be, here's Bella, whose only real experience with the vampires is the Cullens, and who has this romantic view of vampires meeting the Volturi and the way they treat humans like cattle, along with all the horrors of feeding, and that's Bella learning the real nature of vampirism and being repelled by it. It would be a nice piece of character growth for her, and at the same time, reinforce e the nobility of the Cullens...that they choose to set themselves above and apart from this behavior.

In better hands, that is.

I did think that they would lean more into the irony, since Edward makes a face at Bella when she says it, but they just drop it entirely so we can get paragraphs upon paragraphs describing the flight home and her desperate attempt to stay awake via Coca-Cola.

In case you thought this book could go any slower, the entire next chapter is a single conversation!

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Not gonna do the entire thing because it's so dreadfully dull, but another outtake from the first book on Meyer's website is an alternate Chapter 20. The novel originally dragged even worse than it does already, including covering as much of Bella's escape to Phoenix as possible. Marvel as we get every detail possible of them stopping at a mall, getting her new clothes and some food, and finishing the drive to the hotel where we learn exactly how they checked in and got her a toothbrush from downstairs!

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 23: The Truth

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I had the sense that I'd been asleep for a very long time—my body was stiff, like I hadn’t moved once through all that time, either. My mind was dazed and slow; strange, colorful dreams—dreams and nightmares—swirled dizzily around the inside of my head. They were so vivid. The horrible and the heavenly, all mixed together into a bizarre jumble. There was sharp impatience and fear, both part of that frustrating dream where your feet can’t move fast enough.… And there were plenty of monsters, red-eyed fiends that were all the more ghastly for their genteel civility. The dream was still strong—I could even remember the names. But the strongest, clearest part of the dream was not the horror. It was the angel that was most clear.

It was hard to let him go and wake up. This dream did not want to be shoved away into the vault of dreams I refused to revisit. I struggled with it as my mind became more alert, focusing on reality. I couldn’t remember what day of the week it was, but I was sure Jacob or school or work or something was waiting for me. I inhaled deeply, wondering how to face another day.

Something cold touched my forehead with the softest pressure.

I squeezed my eyes more tightly shut. I was still dreaming, it seemed, and it felt abnormally real. I was so close to waking… any second now, and it would be gone.

But I realized that it felt too real, too real to be good for me. The stone arms I imagined wrapped around me were far too substantial. If I let this go any further, I’d be sorry for it later. With a resigned sigh, I wrenched back my eyelids to dispel the illusion.

“Oh!” I gasped, and threw my fists over my eyes. Well, clearly, I’d gone too far; it must have been a mistake to let my imagination get so out of hand. Okay, so “let” was the wrong word. I’d forced it to get out of hand—pretty much stalked my hallucinations—and now my mind had snapped.

It took less than half a second for me to realize that, as long as I was truly insane now, I might as well enjoy the delusions while they were pleasant.

Are we still really doing this? Close to the end of the book and she's still talking about how she's crazy and such a terrible person oh silly me?

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I opened my eyes again—and Edward was still there, his perfect face just inches away from mine.

“Did I frighten you?” His low voice was anxious.

This was very good, as delusions went. The face, the voice, the scent, everything—it was so much better than drowning. The beautiful figment of my imagination watched my changing expressions with alarm. His irises were pitch-black, with bruise-like shadows under them. This surprised me; my hallucinatory Edwards were usually better fed.

I blinked twice, desperately trying to remember the last thing that I was sure was real. Alice was part of my dream, and I wondered if she had really come back at all, or if that was just the preamble. I thought she’d returned the day I’d nearly drowned.…

“Oh, crap,” I croaked. My throat was thick with sleeping.

“What’s wrong, Bella?”

I frowned at him unhappily. His face was even more anxious than before.

“I’m dead, right?” I moaned. “I did drown. Crap, crap, crap! This is gonna kill Charlie.”

No! We already did this once with Edward! You don't get to recycle that to pad out the page length 3 chapters later!

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Edward frowned, too. “You’re not dead.”

“Then why am I not waking up?” I challenged, raising my eyebrows.

“You are awake, Bella.”

I shook my head. “Sure, sure. That’s what you want me to think. And then it will be worse when I do wake up. If I wake up, which I won’t, because I’m dead. This is awful. Poor Charlie. And Renée and Jake…” I trailed off in horror at what I had done.

“I can see where you might confuse me with a nightmare.” His short-lived smile was grim. “But I can’t imagine what you could have done to wind up in hell. Did you commit many murders while I was away?”

I grimaced. “Obviously not. If I was in hell, you wouldn’t be with me.”

He sighed.

My head was getting clearer. My eyes flickered away from his face—unwillingly—for one second, to the dark, open window, and then back to him. I started to remember details… and I felt a faint, unfamiliar blush warm the skin over my cheekbones as I slowly realized that Edward was really, truly here with me, and I was wasting time being an idiot.

Yes, this was all a giant waste of time and typing!

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“Did all of that really happen, then?” It was almost impossible to reassign my dream as reality. I couldn’t wrap my head around the concept.

“That depends.” Edward’s smile was still hard. “If you’re referring to us nearly being massacred in Italy, then, yes.”

“How strange,” I mused. “I really went to Italy. Did you know I’d never been farther east than Albuquerque?”

He rolled his eyes. “Maybe you should go back to sleep. You’re not coherent.”

Technically Italy can also be to the west! :eng101:

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“I’m not tired anymore.” It was all coming clear now. “What time is it? How long have I been sleeping?”

“It’s just after one in the morning. So, about fourteen hours.”

I stretched as he spoke. I was so stiff.

“Charlie?” I asked.

Edward frowned. “Sleeping. You should probably know that I’m breaking the rules right now. Well, not technically, since he said I was never to walk through his door again, and I came in the window.… But, still, the intent was clear.”

“Charlie banned you from the house?” I asked, disbelief quickly melting into fury.

His eyes were sad. “Did you expect anything else?”

My eyes were mad. I was going to have a few words with my father—perhaps it would be a good time to remind him that I was over the legal age of adulthood. It didn’t matter so much, of course, except in principle. All too soon there would be no reason for the prohibition. I turned my thoughts to less painful avenues.

Are we supposed to be on Bella's side here? She's done everything possible to torment her father, and now she's going to go and yell at him that she's 18 and he can't do anything about it.

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“What’s the story?” I asked, genuinely curious, but also trying desperately to keep the conversation casual, to keep a firm grip on myself, so I wouldn’t scare him away with the frantic, gnawing craving that was raging inside me.

“What do you mean?”

“What am I telling Charlie? What’s my excuse for disappearing for… how long was I gone, anyway?” I tried to count the hours in my head.

“Just three days.” His eyes tightened, but he smiled more naturally this time. “Actually, I was hoping you might have a good explanation. I’ve got nothing.”

I groaned. “Fabulous.”

“Well, maybe Alice will come up with something,” he offered, trying to comfort me.

Probably something with copious amounts of property damage.

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And I was comforted. Who cared what I had to deal with later? Every second that he was here—so close, his flawless face glowing in the dim light from the numbers on my alarm clock—was precious and not to be wasted.

“So,” I began, picking the least important—though still vitally interesting—question to start with. I was safely delivered home, and he might decide to leave at any moment. I had to keep him talking. Besides, this temporary heaven wasn’t entirely complete without the sound of his voice. “What have you been doing, up until three days ago?”

His face turned wary in an instant. “Nothing terribly exciting.”

“Of course not,” I mumbled.

“Why are you making that face?”

“Well…” I pursed my lips, considering. “If you were, after all, just a dream, that’s exactly the kind of thing you would say. My imagination must be used up.”

All of your dreams were the same before. You've never had imagination!

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He sighed. “If I tell you, will you finally believe that you’re not having a nightmare?”

“Nightmare!” I repeated scornfully. He waited for my answer. “Maybe,” I said after a second of thought. “If you tell me.”

“I was… hunting.”

“Is that the best you can do?” I criticized. “That definitely doesn’t prove I’m awake.”

He hesitated, and then spoke slowly, choosing his words with care. “I wasn’t hunting for food… I was actually trying my hand at… tracking. I’m not very good at it.”

“What were you tracking?” I asked, intrigued.

“Nothing of consequence.” His words didn’t match his expression; he looked upset, uncomfortable.

It's a good thing we have Bella doing all the lying because Edward is godawful.

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“I don’t understand.”

He hesitated; his face, shining with an odd green cast from the light of the clock, was torn.

“I—” He took a deep breath. “I owe you an apology. No, of course I owe you much, much more than that. But you have to know”—the words began to flow so fast, the way I remembered he spoke sometimes when he was agitated, that I really had to concentrate to catch them all—“that I had no idea. I didn’t realize the mess I was leaving behind. I thought it was safe for you here. So safe. I had no idea that Victoria”—his lips curled back when he said the name—“would come back. I’ll admit, when I saw her that one time, I was paying much more attention to James’s thoughts. But I just didn’t see that she had this kind of response in her. That she even had such a tie to him. I think I realize why now—she was so sure of him, the thought of him failing never occurred to her. It was her overconfidence that clouded her feelings about him—that kept me from seeing the depth of them, the bond there.

“Not that there’s any excuse for what I left you to face. When I heard what you told Alice—what she saw herself—when I realized that you had to put your life in the hands of werewolves, immature, volatile, the worst thing out there besides Victoria herself”—he shuddered and the gush of words halted for a short second. “Please know that I had no idea of any of this. I feel sick, sick to my core, even now, when I can see and feel you safe in my arms. I am the most miserable excuse for—”

You've got a great relationship when your boyfriend's apology for dumping you wavers between "I'm the worst person alive" and "Your new friends are awful."

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“Stop,” I interrupted him. He stared at me with agonized eyes, and I tried to find the right words—the words that would free him from this imagined obligation that caused him so much pain. They were very hard words to say. I didn’t know if I could get them out without breaking down. But I had to try to do it right. I didn’t want to be a source of guilt and anguish in his life. He should be happy, no matter what it cost me.

I’d really been hoping to put off this part of our last conversation. It was going to bring things to an end so much sooner.

Drawing on all my months of practice with trying to be normal for Charlie, I kept my face smooth.

This suddenly reminded me of a bit from Midnight Sun where Edward marvels at how Bella doesn't wear makeup because her skin is perfectly smooth and free of blemishes.

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“Edward,” I said. His name burned my throat a little on the way out. I could feel the ghost of the hole, waiting to rip itself wide again as soon as he disappeared. I didn’t quite see how I was going to survive it this time. “This has to stop now. You can’t think about things that way. You can’t let this… this guilt… rule your life. You can’t take responsibility for the things that happen to me here. None of it is your fault, it’s just part of how life is for me. So, if I trip in front of a bus or whatever it is next time, you have to realize that it’s not your job to take the blame. You can’t just go running off to Italy because you feel bad that you didn’t save me. Even if I had jumped off that cliff to die, that would have been my choice, and not your fault. I know it’s your… your nature to shoulder the blame for everything, but you really can’t let that make you go to such extremes! It’s very irresponsible—think of Esme and Carlisle and—”

I was on the edge of losing it. I stopped to take a deep breath, hoping to calm myself. I had to set him free. I had to make sure this never happened again.

“Isabella Marie Swan,” he whispered, the strangest expression crossing his face. He almost looked mad. “Do you believe that I asked the Volturi to kill me because I felt guilty?”

It would make a lot more sense than the explanation you're about to give!

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I could feel the blank incomprehension on my face. “Didn’t you?”

“Feel guilty? Intensely so. More than you can comprehend.”

“Then… what are you saying? I don’t understand.”

“Bella, I went to the Volturi because I thought you were dead,” he said, voice soft, eyes fierce. “Even if I’d had no hand in your death”—he shuddered as he whispered the last word—“even if it wasn’t my fault, I would have gone to Italy. Obviously, I should have been more careful—I should have spoken to Alice directly, rather than accepting it secondhand from Rosalie. But, really, what was I supposed to think when the boy said Charlie was at the funeral? What are the odds?

“The odds…,” he muttered then, distracted. His voice was so low I wasn’t sure I heard it right. “The odds are always stacked against us. Mistake after mistake. I’ll never criticize Romeo again.”

You loving should! The entire point of the story is that Romeo and Juliet are impulsive kids! Their death is tragic because of how everyone makes the situation worse at every step!

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“But I still don’t understand,” I said. “That’s my whole point. So what?”

“Excuse me?”

“So what if I was dead?”

He stared at me dubiously for a long moment before answering. “Don’t you remember anything I told you before?”

“I remember everything that you told me.” Including the words that had negated all the rest.

He brushed the tip of his cool finger against my lower lip. “Bella, you seem to be under a misapprehension.” He closed his eyes, shaking his head back and forth with half a smile on his beautiful face. It wasn’t a happy smile. “I thought I’d explained it clearly before. Bella, I can’t live in a world where you don’t exist.”

“I am…” My head swam as I looked for the appropriate word. “Confused.” That worked. I couldn’t make sense of what he was saying.

I am too!

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He stared deep into my eyes with his sincere, earnest gaze.

“I’m a good liar, Bella, I have to be.”

I froze, my muscles locking down as if for impact. The fault line in my chest rippled; the pain of it took my breath away.

He shook my shoulder, trying to loosen my rigid pose. “Let me finish! I’m a good liar, but still, for you to believe me so quickly.” He winced. “That was… excruciating.”

I waited, still frozen.

“When we were in the forest, when I was telling you goodbye—”

I didn’t allow myself to remember. I fought to keep myself in the present second only.

“You weren’t going to let go,” he whispered. “I could see that. I didn’t want to do it—it felt like it would kill me to do it—but I knew that if I couldn’t convince you that I didn’t love you anymore, it would just take you that much longer to get on with your life. I hoped that, if you thought I’d moved on, so would you.”

“A clean break,” I whispered through unmoving lips.

“Exactly. But I never imagined it would be so easy to do! I thought it would be next to impossible—that you would be so sure of the truth that I would have to lie through my teeth for hours to even plant the seed of doubt in your head. I lied, and I’m so sorry—sorry because I hurt you, sorry because it was a worthless effort. Sorry that I couldn’t protect you from what I am. I lied to save you, and it didn’t work. I’m sorry.

“But how could you believe me? After all the thousand times I’ve told you I love you, how could you let one word break your faith in me?”

I....what?

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I didn’t answer. I was too shocked to form a rational response. “I could see it in your eyes, that you honestly believed that I didn’t want you anymore. The most absurd, ridiculous concept—as if there were any way that I could exist without needing you!”

I was still frozen. His words were incomprehensible, because they were impossible.

He shook my shoulder again, not hard, but enough that my teeth rattled a little.

“Bella,” he sighed. “Really, what were you thinking!”

Maybe that you loving told her that you were breaking up with her and left her alone in the woods with your super speed? And you forbid your family from ever replying to her emails and had them remove every trace of your existence from her room? What was she supposed to do, keep running after you insisting that you were lying and still loved her? Get out of here with that bullshit.

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And so I started to cry. The tears welled up and then gushed miserably down my cheeks.

“I knew it,” I sobbed. “I knew I was dreaming.”

“You’re impossible,” he said, and he laughed once—a hard laugh, frustrated. “How can I put this so that you’ll believe me? You’re not asleep, and you’re not dead. I’m here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.”

I shook my head while the tears continued to ooze from the corners of my eyes.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” he whispered, his face paler than his usual pale—I could see that even in the dim light. “Why can you believe the lie, but not the truth?”

Because you went to the greatest extreme of breaking up short of murdering her!

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“It never made sense for you to love me,” I explained, my voice breaking twice. “I always knew that.”

This is also true!

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His eyes narrowed, his jaw tightened.

“I’ll prove you’re awake,” he promised.

He caught my face securely between his iron hands, ignoring my struggles when I tried to turn my head away.

“Please don’t,” I whispered.

This is getting deeply uncomfortable.

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He stopped, his lips just half an inch from mine.

“Why not?” he demanded. His breath blew into my face, making my head whirl.

“When I wake up”—He opened his mouth to protest, so I revised—“okay, forget that one—when you leave again, it’s going to be hard enough without this, too.”

He pulled back an inch, to stare at my face.

“Yesterday, when I would touch you, you were so… hesitant, so careful, and yet still the same. I need to know why. Is it because I’m too late? Because I’ve hurt you too much? Because you have moved on, as I meant for you to? That would be… quite fair. I won’t contest your decision. So don’t try to spare my feelings, please—just tell me now whether or not you can still love me, after everything I’ve done to you. Can you?” he whispered.

“What kind of an idiotic question is that?”

These are definitely people who love each other.

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“Just answer it. Please.”

I stared at him darkly for a long moment. “The way I feel about you will never change. Of course I love you—and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

His mouth was on mine then, and I couldn’t fight him. Not because he was so many thousand times stronger than me, but because my will crumbled into dust the second our lips met. This kiss was not quite as careful as others I remembered, which suited me just fine. If I was going to rip myself up further, I might as well get as much in trade as possible.

So I kissed him back, my heart pounding out a jagged, disjointed rhythm while my breathing turned to panting and my fingers moved greedily to his face. I could feel his marble body against every line of mine, and I was so glad he hadn’t listened to me—there was no pain in the world that would have justified missing this. His hands memorized my face, the same way mine were tracing his, and, in the brief seconds when his lips were free, he whispered my name.

Was this supposed to be romantic? Edward just mocked Bella for being so stupid as to think that all of his carefully curated efforts to break up with her (with the aid of his family) were in any way believable while she tried to convince herself that she was dreaming and having a fake conversation. We just witnessed a creep bullying a sleepy girl and are expected to like it.

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When I was starting to get dizzy, he pulled away, only to lay his ear against my heart.

Was that another heart attack?

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I lay there, dazed, waiting for my gasping to slow and quiet.

“By the way,” he said in a casual tone. “I’m not leaving you.”

I didn’t say anything, and he seemed to hear skepticism in my silence.

He lifted his face to lock my gaze in his. “I’m not going anywhere. Not without you,” he added more seriously. “I only left you in the first place because I wanted you to have a chance at a normal, happy, human life. I could see what I was doing to you—keeping you constantly on the edge of danger, taking you away from the world you belonged in, risking your life every moment I was with you. So I had to try. I had to do something, and it seemed like leaving was the only way. If I hadn’t thought you would be better off, I could have never made myself leave. I’m much too selfish. Only you could be more important than what I wanted… what I needed. What I want and need is to be with you, and I know I’ll never be strong enough to leave again. I have too many excuses to stay—thank heaven for that! It seems you can’t be safe, no matter how many miles I put between us.”

“Don’t promise me anything,” I whispered. If I let myself hope, and it came to nothing… that would kill me. Where all those merciless vampires had not been able to finish me off, hope would do the job.

Anger glinted metallic in his black eyes. “You think I’m lying to you now?”

Don't forget that black eyes mean he hasn't fed and could chew her throat out at any time!

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“No—not lying.” I shook my head, trying to think it through coherently. To examine the hypothesis that he did love me, while staying objective, clinical, so I wouldn’t fall into the trap of hoping. “You could mean it… now. But what about tomorrow, when you think about all the reasons you left in the first place? Or next month, when Jasper takes a snap at me?”

He flinched.

I thought back over those last days of my life before he left me, tried to see them through the filter of what he was telling me now. From that perspective, imagining that he’d left me while loving me, left me for me, his brooding and cold silences took on a different meaning. “It isn’t as if you hadn’t thought the first decision through, is it?” I guessed. “You’ll end up doing what you think is right.”

“I’m not as strong as you give me credit for,” he said. “Right and wrong have ceased to mean much to me; I was coming back anyway. Before Rosalie told me the news, I was already past trying to live through one week at a time, or even one day. I was fighting to make it through a single hour. It was only a matter of time—and not much of it—before I showed up at your window and begged you to take me back. I’d be happy to beg now, if you’d like that.”

This is hilarious. If Bella hadn't thrown herself full force into self-destructive behavior and taken a cliff dive during a hurricane, within another chapter or two Edward probably would have been sailing into her room begging for forgiveness. Like Edward's suicide attempt and meeting the Volturi, the plot only happened because of everyone doing the worst thing at every possible decision point.

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I grimaced. “Be serious, please.”

“Oh, I am,” he insisted, glaring now. “Will you please try to hear what I’m telling you? Will you let me attempt to explain what you mean to me?”

He waited, studying my face as he spoke to make sure I was really listening.

I hope you're ready for Stephenie Meyer to fancy herself a poet.

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“Before you, Bella, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars—points of light and reason.… And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. And there was no more reason for anything.”

This is like something a high school student wrote for Drama class.

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I wanted to believe him. But this was my life without him that he was describing, not the other way around.

“Your eyes will adjust,” I mumbled.

“That’s just the problem—they can’t.”

“What about your distractions?”

He laughed without a trace of humor. “Just part of the lie, love. There was no distraction from the… the agony. My heart hasn’t beat in almost ninety years, but this was different. It was like my heart was gone—like I was hollow. Like I’d left everything that was inside me here with you.”

“That’s funny,” I muttered.

He arched one perfect eyebrow. “Funny?”

“I meant strange—I thought it was just me. Lots of pieces of me went missing, too. I haven’t been able to really breathe in so long.” I filled my lungs, luxuriating in the sensation. “And my heart. That was definitely lost.”

He closed his eyes and laid his ear over my heart again. I let my cheek press against his hair, felt the texture of it on my skin, smelled the delicious scent of him.

I suddenly thought of how Robert Pattinson in real life is an admitted slob.

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“Tracking wasn’t a distraction then?” I asked, curious, and also needing to distract myself. I was very much in danger of hoping. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself for long. My heart throbbed, singing in my chest.

“No.” He sighed. “That was never a distraction. It was an obligation.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that, even though I never expected any danger from Victoria, I wasn’t going to let her get away with… Well, like I said, I was horrible at it. I traced her as far as Texas, but then I followed a false lead down to Brazil—and really she came here.” He groaned. “I wasn’t even on the right continent! And all the while, worse than my worst fears—”

How godawful do you have to be to track someone to the wrong continent?

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“You were hunting Victoria?” I half-shrieked as soon as I could find my voice, shooting through two octaves.

Hey I want you to take a guess how much of a threat Victoria actually is when she fights the Cullens herself.

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Charlie’s distant snores stuttered, and then picked up a regular rhythm again.

“Not well,” Edward answered, studying my outraged expression with a confused look. “But I’ll do better this time. She won’t be tainting perfectly good air by breathing in and out for much longer.”

“That is… out of the question,” I managed to choke out. Insanity. Even if he had Emmett or Jasper help him. Even if he had Emmett and Jasper help. It was worse than my other imaginings: Jacob Black standing across a small space from Victoria’s vicious and feline figure. I couldn’t bear to picture Edward there, even though he was so much more durable than my half-human best friend.

Go ahead. Guess how long the fight lasts.

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“It’s too late for her. I might have let the other time slide, but not now, not after—”

I interrupted him again, trying to sound calm. “Didn’t you just promise that you weren’t going to leave?” I asked, fighting the words as I said them, not letting them plant themselves in my heart. “That isn’t exactly compatible with an extended tracking expedition, is it?”

He frowned. A snarl began to build low in his chest. “I will keep my promise, Bella. But Victoria”—the snarl became more pronounced—“is going to die. Soon.”

“Let’s not be hasty,” I said, trying to hide my panic. “Maybe she’s not coming back. Jake’s pack probably scared her off. There’s really no reason to go looking for her. Besides, I’ve got bigger problems than Victoria.”

Edward’s eyes narrowed, but he nodded. “It’s true. The werewolves are a problem.”

I snorted. “I wasn’t talking about Jacob. My problems are a lot worse than a handful of adolescent wolves getting themselves into trouble.”

People snort a lot in these books.

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Edward looked as if he were about to say something, and then thought better of it. His teeth clicked together, and he spoke through them. “Really?” he asked. “Then what would be your greatest problem? That would make Victoria’s returning for you seem like such an inconsequential matter in comparison?”

“How about the second greatest?” I hedged.

“All right,” he agreed, suspicious.

I paused. I wasn’t sure I could say the name. “There are others who are coming to look for me,” I reminded him in a subdued whisper.

He sighed, but the reaction was not as strong as I would have imagined after his response to Victoria.

“The Volturi are only the second greatest?”

“You don’t seem that upset about it,” I noted.

“Well, we have plenty of time to think it through. Time means something very different to them than it does to you, or even me. They count years the way you count days. I wouldn’t be surprised if you were thirty before you crossed their minds again," he added lightly.

The greatest defense against vampires: they straight up forget how time works.

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Horror washed through me.

Thirty.

Me in 3 years.

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So his promises meant nothing, in the end. If I were going to turn thirty someday, then he couldn’t be planning on staying long. The harsh pain of this knowledge made me realize that I’d already begun to hope, without giving myself permission to do so.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said, anxious as he watched the tears dew up again on the rims of my eyes. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

“While you’re here.” Not that I cared what happened to me when he left.

He took my face between his two stone hands, holding it tightly while his midnight eyes glared into mine with the gravitational force of a black hole. “I will never leave you again.”

“But you said thirty,” I whispered. The tears leaked over the edge. “What? You’re going to stay, but let me get all old anyway? Right.”

His eyes softened, while his mouth went hard. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do. What choice have I? I cannot be without you, but I will not destroy your soul.”

“Is this really…” I tried to keep my voice even, but this question was too hard. I remembered his face when Aro had almost begged him to consider making me immortal. The sick look there. Was this fixation with keeping me human really about my soul, or was it because he wasn’t sure that he wanted me around that long?

"I don't want to drat you to immortality and eternal oblivion upon death" is a lot better of a reason than "Meh, we'll break up in a century anyway."

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“Yes?” he asked, waiting for my question.

I asked a different one. Almost—but not quite—as hard.

“But what about when I get so old that people think I’m your mother? Your grandmother?” My voice was pale with revulsion—I could see Gran’s face again in the dream mirror.

His whole face was soft now. He brushed the tears from my cheek with his lips. “That doesn’t mean anything to me,” he breathed against my skin. “You will always be the most beautiful thing in my world. Of course…” He hesitated, flinching slightly. “If you outgrew me—if you wanted something more—I would understand that, Bella. I promise I wouldn’t stand in your way if you wanted to leave me.”

This is a different level of weird.

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His eyes were liquid onyx and utterly sincere. He spoke as if he’d put endless amounts of thought into this asinine plan.

“You do realize that I’ll die eventually, right?” I demanded.

He’d thought about this part, too. “I’ll follow after as soon as I can.”

“That is seriously…” I looked for the right word. “Sick.”

“Bella, it’s the only right way left—”

Even I want to interrupt this bizarre manchild now.

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“Let’s just back up for a minute,” I said; feeling angry made it so much easier to be clear, decisive. “You do remember the Volturi, right? I can’t stay human forever. They’ll kill me. Even if they don’t think of me till I’m thirty”—I hissed the word—“do you really think they’ll forget?”

“No,” he answered slowly, shaking his head. “They won’t forget. But…”

“But?”

He grinned while I stared at him warily. Maybe I wasn’t the only crazy one.

“I have a few plans.”

“And these plans,” I said, my voice getting more acidic with each word. “These plans all center around me staying human.”

My attitude hardened his expression. “Naturally.” His tone was brusque, his divine face arrogant.

"We'll live out of a van off the grid. I can steal food from convenience stations and you break into houses to shower."

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We glowered at each other for a long minute.

Then I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, I pushed his arms away so that I could sit up.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked, and it made my heart flutter to see that this idea hurt him, though he tried not to show it.

“No,” I told him. “I’m leaving.”

He watched me suspiciously as I climbed out of the bed and fumbled around in the dark room, looking for my shoes.

“May I ask where you are going?” he asked.

“I’m going to your house,” I told him, still feeling around blindly.

He got up and came to my side. “Here are your shoes. How did you plan to get there?”

“My truck.”

“That will probably wake Charlie,” he offered as a deterrent.

I sighed. “I know. But honestly, I’ll be grounded for weeks as it is. How much more trouble can I really get in?”

Massive, terrifying amounts!

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“None. He’ll blame me, not you.”

“If you have a better idea, I’m all ears.”

“Stay here,” he suggested, but his expression wasn’t hopeful.

“No dice. But you go ahead and make yourself at home,” I encouraged, surprised at how natural my teasing sounded, and headed for the door.

He was there before me, blocking my way.

I frowned, and turned for the window. It wasn’t really that far to the ground, and it was mostly grass beneath.…

It takes no goddamn effort to get this girl to hurt herself on purpose!

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“Okay,” he sighed. “I’ll give you a ride.”

I shrugged. “Either way. But you probably should be there, too.”

“And why is that?”

“Because you’re extraordinarily opinionated, and I’m sure you’ll want a chance to air your views.”

“My views on which subject?” He asked through his teeth.

“This isn’t just about you anymore. You’re not the center of the universe, you know.” My own personal universe was, of course, a different story. “If you’re going to bring the Volturi down on us over something as stupid as leaving me human, then your family ought to have a say.”

“A say in what?” he asked, each word distinct.

“My mortality. I’m putting it to a vote.”

Epicurius
Apr 10, 2010
College Slice
So here's what I don't get, and maybe it's because I'm over 30 and therefore ancient, but why is Bella so casual about this being a vampire thing? She-s been stalked and tortured by two vampires, she's seen how the Volturi treat humans as cattle, she's heard Carlisle's story about the amount of guilt and self doubt he has over his vampirism, Edward has told her how not killing humans and holding on to human morality is a constant struggle, Jasper went into bloodlust when she got a paper cut and tried to feed on her, and the Blacks told her how vampires are the enemies of humanity.

So given all this, you'd expect at least some hesitation or self reflection?

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Epicurius posted:

So here's what I don't get, and maybe it's because I'm over 30 and therefore ancient, but why is Bella so casual about this being a vampire thing? She-s been stalked and tortured by two vampires, she's seen how the Volturi treat humans as cattle, she's heard Carlisle's story about the amount of guilt and self doubt he has over his vampirism, Edward has told her how not killing humans and holding on to human morality is a constant struggle, Jasper went into bloodlust when she got a paper cut and tried to feed on her, and the Blacks told her how vampires are the enemies of humanity.

So given all this, you'd expect at least some hesitation or self reflection?

Bella is either dumb as a rock or gets off on danger too much to seriously consider her position.

Victorkm
Nov 25, 2001

Epicurius posted:

So here's what I don't get, and maybe it's because I'm over 30 and therefore ancient, but why is Bella so casual about this being a vampire thing? She-s been stalked and tortured by two vampires, she's seen how the Volturi treat humans as cattle, she's heard Carlisle's story about the amount of guilt and self doubt he has over his vampirism, Edward has told her how not killing humans and holding on to human morality is a constant struggle, Jasper went into bloodlust when she got a paper cut and tried to feed on her, and the Blacks told her how vampires are the enemies of humanity.

So given all this, you'd expect at least some hesitation or self reflection?

She doesn't see Carlisle's brand of vampire the same as the others and is in looooove with Edward and wants to be with him forever while they are the same physical age. Bella is the only one who knows she is the ultimate vampire mary sue and won't experience any of the issues that other vampires do such as insatiable thirst and lack of self control when they are first turned.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

The best answer I can personally give for her ignorance of the dangers is that her obsession with Edward overrides everything else. We've already seen how her obsession runs so deep that breaking up with him drives her to near-suicidal destruction for 6 months with no sign of her ever losing it until she finally dies. Her only reason for becoming a vampire is "I want to spend eternity with Edward."

It actually hits a pretty harsh roadblock with Edward's lack of belief in an afterlife for vampires. Only a little bit of thinking tells you that they can't actually spend eternity together as vampires, because one day the world will end. Humanity will die off, the Earth will be swallowed by the sun, and after a sufficient amount of time you get the heat death of the universe. And that's assuming none of them do anything that gets them prematurely killed earlier. As far as Edward can see it, transforming Bella would only give them an extension on their relationship, not a permanent stay, and he'd be condemning her to something he finds horrifying in return.

Epicurius
Apr 10, 2010
College Slice
I guess one of the things I'm wondering is, how does Meyer expect us to view Bella? We know that Bella is an unreliable narrator, and has some pretty wrong ideas about vampires, relationships, herself, etc, and other characters call her out on them; Edward, Charlie, Alice, Jacob. So, I think the question is, does Stephanie Meyer know she's written such a flawed protagonist? In other words, is Bella supposed to be an idiot?

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Epicurius posted:

I guess one of the things I'm wondering is, how does Meyer expect us to view Bella? We know that Bella is an unreliable narrator, and has some pretty wrong ideas about vampires, relationships, herself, etc, and other characters call her out on them; Edward, Charlie, Alice, Jacob. So, I think the question is, does Stephanie Meyer know she's written such a flawed protagonist? In other words, is Bella supposed to be an idiot?

I think it’s differing opinions on a “flawed protagonist.” We generally want our viewpoint character to be complex and flawed but also likable and pleasant to follow. Bella is flawed, but in ways that make her aggravating to be around, and it’s hard to tell where character moments are supposed to be intentionally showing that complexity or if they’re Meyer not getting how relationships and emotions work.

Something really telling is that the best characters actually have very little conflict or change over time. The rest of the Cullens are settled in their roles and relationships and get to express their positive qualities more often, without Meyer needing to shoehorn in sudden overblown dramatics. They get to just be.

Midjack
Dec 24, 2007



chitoryu12 posted:

I think it’s differing opinions on a “flawed protagonist.” We generally want our viewpoint character to be complex and flawed but also likable and pleasant to follow. Bella is flawed, but in ways that make her aggravating to be around, and it’s hard to tell where character moments are supposed to be intentionally showing that complexity or if they’re Meyer not getting how relationships and emotions work.

I think you really hit it here. Compare Bella to the main character (or any character really) in Mr. Robot, where everyone is a terrible person in their own way but it’s still a compelling story.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 24: Vote

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He was not pleased, that much was easy to read in his face. But, without further argument, he took me in his arms and sprang lithely from my window, landing without the slightest jolt, like a cat. It was a little bit farther down than I’d imagined.

Bella was about to break her loving ankles over this.

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“All right then,” he said, his voice seething with disapproval. “Up you go.”

He helped me onto his back, and took off running. Even after all this time, it felt routine. Easy. Evidently this was something you never forgot, like riding a bicycle.

It was so very quiet and dark as he ran through the forest, his breathing slow and even—dark enough that the trees flying past us were nearly invisible, and only the rush of air in my face truly gave away our speed. The air was damp; it didn’t burn my eyes the way the wind in the big plaza had, and that was comforting. As was the night, too, after that terrifying brightness. Like the thick quilt I’d played under as a child, the dark felt familiar and protecting.

I remembered that running through the forest like this used to frighten me, that I used to have to close my eyes. It seemed a silly reaction to me now. I kept my eyes wide, my chin resting on his shoulder, my cheek against his neck. The speed was exhilarating. A hundred times better than the motorcycle.

Did Bella permanently become an adrenaline junkie from this book?

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I turned my face toward him and pressed my lips into the cold stone skin of his neck.

“Thank you,” he said, as the vague, black shapes of trees raced past us. “Does that mean you’ve decided you’re awake?”

I laughed. The sound was easy, natural, effortless. It sounded right. “Not really. More that, either way, I’m not trying to wake up. Not tonight.”

“I’ll earn your trust back somehow,” he murmured, mostly to himself. “If it’s my final act.”

“I trust you,” I assured him. “It’s me I don’t trust.”

“Explain that, please.”

"I'm at a mild level of suicidal ideation at any given time."

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He’d slowed to a walk—I could only tell because the wind ceased—and I guessed that we weren’t far from the house. In fact, I thought I could make out the sound of the river rushing somewhere close by in the darkness.

“Well—” I struggled to find the right way to phrase it. “I don’t trust myself to be… enough. To deserve you. There’s nothing about me that could hold you.”

He stopped and reached around to pull me from his back. His gentle hands did not release me; after he’d set me on my feet again, he wrapped his arms tightly around me, hugging me to his chest.

“Your hold is permanent and unbreakable,” he whispered. “Never doubt that.”

But how could I not?

“You never did tell me…,” he murmured.

“What?”

“What your greatest problem is.”

“I’ll give you one guess.” I sighed, and reached up to touch the tip of his nose with my index finger.

He nodded. “I’m worse than the Volturi,” he said grimly. “I guess I’ve earned that.”

I rolled my eyes. “The worst the Volturi can do is kill me.”

He waited with tense eyes.

“You can leave me,” I explained. “The Volturi, Victoria… they’re nothing compared to that.”

Oh yeah, Bella's not learning poo poo from this book. Having a pathological obsession with your love interest's attention is portrayed as cool and good in this series and becoming self-destructive and depressed when "true love" leaves you is romantic.

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Even in the darkness, I could see the anguish twist his face—it reminded me of his expression under Jane’s torturing gaze; I felt sick, and regretted speaking the truth.

“Don’t,” I whispered, touching his face. “Don’t be sad.”

He pulled one corner of his mouth up halfheartedly, but the expression didn’t touch his eyes. “If there was only some way to make you see that I can’t leave you,” he whispered. “Time, I suppose, will be the way to convince you.”

I liked the idea of time. “Okay,” I agreed.

His face was still tormented. I tried to distract him with inconsequentials.

“So—since you’re staying. Can I have my stuff back?” I asked, making my tone as light as I could manage.

My attempt worked, to an extent: he laughed. But his eyes retained the misery. “Your things were never gone,” he told me. “I knew it was wrong, since I promised you peace without reminders. It was stupid and childish, but I wanted to leave something of myself with you. The CD, the pictures, the tickets—they’re all under your floorboards.”

Really?

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Imagine if Bella loving found those before getting back with Edward. Her mind would have completely snapped.

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He nodded, seeming slightly cheered by my obvious pleasure in this trivial fact. It wasn’t enough to heal the pain in his face completely.

“I think,” I said slowly, “I’m not sure, but I wonder… I think maybe I knew it the whole time.”

“What did you know?”

I only wanted to take away the agony in his eyes, but as I spoke the words, they sounded truer than I expected they would.

“Some part of me, my subconscious maybe, never stopped believing that you still cared whether I lived or died. That’s probably why I was hearing the voices.”

There was a very deep silence for a moment. “Voices?” he asked flatly.

Whoops!

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“Well, just one voice. Yours. It’s a long story.” The wary look on his face made me wish that I hadn’t brought that up. Would he think I was crazy, like everyone else? Was everyone else right about that? But at least that expression—the one that made him look like something was burning him—faded.

“I’ve got time.” His voice was unnaturally even.

“It’s pretty pathetic.”

He waited.

I wasn’t sure how to explain. “Do you remember what Alice said about extreme sports?”

He spoke the words without inflection or emphasis. “You jumped off a cliff for fun.”

“Er, right. And before that, with the motorcycle—”

“Motorcycle?” he asked. I knew his voice well enough to hear something brewing behind the calm.

“I guess I didn’t tell Alice about that part.”

“No.”

“Well, about that… See, I found that… when I was doing something dangerous or stupid… I could remember you more clearly,” I confessed, feeling completely mental. “I could remember how your voice sounded when you were angry. I could hear it, like you were standing right there next to me. Mostly I tried not to think about you, but this didn’t hurt so much—it was like you were protecting me again. Like you didn’t want me to be hurt.

“And, well, I wonder if the reason I could hear you so clearly was because, underneath it all, I always knew that you hadn’t stopped loving me.”

Again, as I spoke, the words brought with them a sense of conviction. Of rightness. Some deep place inside me recognized truth.

Bella this is the poo poo you just don't talk about! You pretend it never happened and never bring it up to anyone!

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His words came out half-strangled. “You… were… risking your life… to hear—”

“Shh,” I interrupted him. “Hold on a second. I think I’m having an epiphany here.”

This is like a loving black comedy now.

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I thought of that night in Port Angeles when I’d had my first delusion. I’d come up with two options. Insanity or wish fulfillment. I’d seen no third option.

But what if…

What if you sincerely believed something was true, but you were dead wrong? What if you were so stubbornly sure that you were right, that you wouldn’t even consider the truth? Would the truth be silenced, or would it try to break through?

Option three: Edward loved me. The bond forged between us was not one that could be broken by absence, distance, or time. And no matter how much more special or beautiful or brilliant or perfect than me he might be, he was as irreversibly altered as I was. As I would always belong to him, so would he always be mine.

Was that what I’d been trying to tell myself?

Holy poo poo, I was right! The book is going to keep treating schizoaffective disorder as a good thing! She doesn't need therapy, just her true love!

Christ. gently caress this series, man. This was read by kids. You've got preteen girls reading this and getting told that not only is emotional abuse a secret sign of love and easily forgiven as long as he's a "soulmate", but that your desires to self-harm and isolate yourself out of grief are actually a positive sign of your capacity to love and everything will be fine as long as you get to stay together with your boyfriend. It's a spectacularly, dangerously disgusting book.

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"Oh!"

"Bella?"

“Oh. Okay. I see.”

“Your epiphany?” he asked, his voice uneven and strained.

“You love me,” I marveled. The sense of conviction and rightness washed through me again.

Though his eyes were still anxious, the crooked smile I loved best flashed across his face. “Truly, I do.”

In his head he's trying to remember Washington's involuntary hold laws.

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My heart inflated like it was going to crack right through my ribs. It filled my chest and blocked my throat so that I could not speak.

He really did want me the way I wanted him—forever. It was only fear for my soul, for the human things he didn’t want to take from me, that made him so desperate to leave me mortal. Compared to the fear that he didn’t want me, this hurdle—my soul—seemed almost insignificant.

Your soul is pretty significant in a theological sense Bella

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He took my face tightly between his cool hands and kissed me until I was so dizzy the forest was spinning. Then he leaned his forehead against mine, and I was not the only one breathing harder than usual.

“You were better at it than I was, you know,” he told me.

“Better at what?”

“Surviving. You, at least, made an effort. You got up in the morning, tried to be normal for Charlie, followed the pattern of your life. When I wasn’t actively tracking, I was… totally useless. I couldn’t be around my family—I couldn’t be around anyone. I’m embarrassed to admit that I more or less curled up into a ball and let the misery have me.” He grinned, sheepish. “It was much more pathetic than hearing voices. And, of course, you know I do that, too.”

We really did get the two most boring characters to follow, didn't we?

"What are your side characters doing?"

"Oh that one's restoring a colonial mansion, they're on a 50th honeymoon to Africa, he's going to medical school at Oxford again..."

"Okay, what about the protagonists?"

"Hurting themselves, crying, and sleeping all day."

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I was deeply relieved that he really seemed to understand—comforted that this all made sense to him. At any rate, he wasn’t looking at me like I was crazy. He was looking at me like… he loved me.

“I only heard one voice,” I corrected him.

He laughed and then pulled me tight against his right side and started to lead me forward.

“I’m just humoring you with this.” He motioned broadly with his hand toward the darkness in front of us as we walked. There was something pale and immense there—the house, I realized. “It doesn’t matter in the slightest what they say.”

“This affects them now, too.”

He shrugged indifferently.

Yeah, gently caress your family right?

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He led me through the open front door into the dark house and flipped the lights on. The room was just as I’d remembered it—the piano and the white couches and the pale, massive staircase. No dust, no white sheets.

Edward called out the names with no more volume than I’d use in regular conversation. “Carlisle? Esme? Rosalie? Emmett? Jasper? Alice?” They would hear.

Carlisle was suddenly standing beside me, as if he’d been there all along. “Welcome back, Bella.” He smiled. “What can we do for you this morning? I imagine, due to the hour, that this is not a purely social visit?”

I wonder if the Cullens love having a human they can be themselves around. Just use their super speed all the time and seem like they're teleporting around the house.

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I nodded. “I’d like to talk to everyone at once, if that’s okay. About something important.”

I couldn’t help glancing up at Edward’s face as I spoke. His expression was critical, but resigned. When I looked back to Carlisle, he was looking at Edward, too.

“Of course,” Carlisle said. “Why don’t we talk in the other room?”

Carlisle led the way through the bright living room, around the corner to the dining room, turning on lights as he went. The walls were white, the ceilings high, like the living room. In the center of the room, under the low-hanging chandelier, was a large, polished oval table surrounded by eight chairs. Carlisle held out a chair for me at the head.

I’d never seen the Cullens use the dining room table before—it was just a prop. They didn’t eat in the house.

Not even for board game night?

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As soon as I turned to sit in the chair, I saw that we were not alone. Esme had followed Edward, and behind her the rest of the family filed in.

Carlisle sat down on my right, and Edward on my left. Everyone else took their seats in silence. Alice was grinning at me, already in on the plot. Emmett and Jasper looked curious, and Rosalie smiled at me tentatively. My answering smile was just as timid. That was going to take some getting used to.

Carlisle nodded toward me. “The floor is yours.”

I swallowed. Their gazing eyes made me nervous. Edward took my hand under the table. I peeked at him, but he was watching the others, his face suddenly fierce.

“Well,” I paused. “I’m hoping Alice has already told you everything that happened in Volterra?”

“Everything,” Alice assured me.

I threw her a meaningful look. “And on the way?”

“That, too,” she nodded.

“Good,” I sighed with relief. “Then we’re all on the same page.”

"Including the stuff about the suicidal behavior and werewolves?"

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They waited patiently while I tried to order my thoughts.

“So, I have a problem,” I began. “Alice promised the Volturi that I would become one of you. They’re going to send someone to check, and I’m sure that’s a bad thing—something to avoid.

“And so, now, this involves you all. I’m sorry about that.” I looked at each one of their beautiful faces, saving the most beautiful for last. Edward’s mouth was turned down into a grimace. “But, if you don’t want me, then I’m not going to force myself on you, whether Alice is willing or not.”

Esme opened her mouth to speak, but I held up one finger to stop her.

“Please, let me finish. You all know what I want. And I’m sure you know what Edward thinks, too. I think the only fair way to decide is for everyone to have a vote. If you decide you don’t want me, then… I guess I’ll go back to Italy alone. I can’t have them coming here.”

My forehead creased as I considered that. There was the faint rumble of a growl in Edward’s chest. I ignored him.

“Taking into account, then, that I won’t put any of you in danger either way, I want you to vote yes or no on the issue of me becoming a vampire.”

I half-smiled on the last word, and gestured toward Carlisle to begin.

What would she actually do with regards to going to Volterra, though? They would turn her just as well if they didn't want to kill her, but Edward would inevitably try to stop her from going. This ties back into what I brought up during the first book: the power difference between Edward and Bella is so impossibly high due to his powers that she has no more authority over herself than what he gives. He can stop her with no effort, to a degree that even the most controlling and abusive human husband can't.

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“Just a minute,” Edward interrupted.

I glared at him through narrowed eyes. He raised his eyebrows at me, squeezing my hand.

“I have something to add before we vote.”

I sighed.

“About the danger Bella’s referring to,” he continued. “I don’t think we need to be overly anxious.”

His expression became more animated. He put his free hand on the shining table and leaned forward.

“You see,” he explained, looking around the table while he spoke, “there was more than one reason why I didn’t want to shake Aro’s hand there at the end. There’s something they didn’t think of, and I didn’t want to clue them in.” He grinned.

“Which was?” Alice prodded. I was sure my expression was just as skeptical as hers.

“The Volturi are overconfident, and with good reason. When they decide to find someone, it’s not really a problem. Do you remember Demetri?” He glanced down at me.

I shuddered. He took that as a yes.

“He finds people—that’s his talent, why they keep him. Now, the whole time we were with any of them, I was picking their brains for anything that might save us, getting as much information as possible. So I saw how Demetri’s talent works. He’s a tracker—a tracker a thousand times more gifted than James was. His ability is loosely related to what I do, or what Aro does. He catches the… flavor? I don’t know how to describe it… the tenor… of someone’s mind, and then he follows that. It works over immense distances.

“But after Aro’s little experiments, well…” Edward shrugged.

“You think he won’t be able to find me,” I said flatly.

He was smug. “I’m sure of it. He relies totally on that other sense. When it doesn’t work with you, they’ll all be blind.”

"What about the fact that Jasper and Alice's power worked on you?"

"Shhh!"

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“And how does that solve anything?”

“Quite obviously, Alice will be able to tell when they’re planning a visit, and I’ll hide you. They’ll be helpless,” he said with fierce enjoyment. “It will be like looking for a piece of straw in a haystack!”

But they have other senses! Vampires have superhuman vision, hearing, and smell! What are they going to do, knock Bella out and wrap the entire house in pots of burning garlic?

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He and Emmett exchanged a glance and a smirk.

This made no sense. “But they can find you,” I reminded him.

“And I can take care of myself.”

Emmett laughed, and reached across the table toward his brother, extending a fist. “Excellent plan, my brother,” he said with enthusiasm.

Edward stretched out his arm to smack Emmett’s fist with his own.

“No,” Rosalie hissed.

“Absolutely not,” I agreed.

“Nice.” Jasper’s voice was appreciative.

“Idiots,” Alice muttered.

Esme just glared at Edward.

Found the smart ones.

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I straightened up in my chair, focusing. This was my meeting.

“All right, then. Edward has offered an alternative for you to consider,” I said coolly. “Let’s vote.”

I looked toward Edward this time; it would be better to get his opinion out of the way. “Do you want me to join your family?”

His eyes were hard and black as flint. “Not that way. You’re staying human.”

I nodded once, keeping my face businesslike, and then moved on.

“Alice?”

“Yes.”

“Jasper?”

“Yes,” he said, voice grave. I was a little surprised—I hadn’t been at all sure of his vote—but I suppressed my reaction and moved on.

“Rosalie?”

She hesitated, biting down on her full, perfect bottom lip. “No.”

I kept my face blank and turned my head slightly to move on, but she held up both her hands, palms forward.

“Let me explain,” she pleaded. “I don’t mean that I have any aversion to you as a sister. It’s just that… this is not the life I would have chosen for myself. I wish there had been someone there to vote no for me.”

We haven't gotten to Rosalie's story in the books yet, but it's pretty brutal.

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I nodded slowly, and then turned to Emmett.

“Hell, yes!” He grinned. “We can find some other way to pick a fight with this Demetri.”

Emmett isn't as complex as Bella but still manages to be more interesting and likable.

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I was still grimacing at that when I looked at Esme.

“Yes, of course, Bella. I already think of you as part of my family.”

“Thank you, Esme,” I murmured as I turned toward Carlisle. I was suddenly nervous, wishing I had asked for his vote first. I was sure that this was the vote that mattered most, the vote that counted more than any majority.

Carlisle wasn’t looking at me.

“Edward,” he said.

“No,” Edward growled. His jaw was strained tight, his lips curled back from his teeth.

“It’s the only way that makes sense,” Carlisle insisted. “You’ve chosen not to live without her, and that doesn’t leave me a choice.”

Edward dropped my hand, shoving away from the table. He stalked out of the room, snarling under his breath.

“I guess you know my vote.” Carlisle sighed.

I was still staring after Edward. “Thanks,” I mumbled.

An earsplitting crash echoed from the other room.

Remember: permanently a moody 17-year-old until the end of time.

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I flinched, and spoke quickly. “That’s all I needed. Thank you. For wanting to keep me. I feel exactly the same way about all of you, too.” My voice was jagged with emotion by the end.

Esme was at my side in a flash, her cold arms around me. “Dearest Bella,” she breathed.

I hugged her back. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Rosalie looking down at the table, and I realized that my words could be construed in two ways.

“Well, Alice,” I said when Esme released me. “Where do you want to do this?”

You're not even going to prepare? You just snuck out on your dad! What are they going to do, bring you back and come up with some excuse why you're convulsing to death in your room for 3 days?

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Alice stared at me, her eyes widening with terror.

“No! No! NO!” Edward roared, charging back into the room. He was in my face before I had time to blink, bending over me, his expression twisted in rage. “Are you insane?” he shouted. “Have you utterly lost your mind?”

I cringed away, my hands over my ears.

“Um, Bella,” Alice interjected in an anxious voice. “I don’t think I’m ready for that. I’ll need to prepare.…”

“You promised,” I reminded her, glaring under Edward’s arm.

“I know, but… Seriously, Bella! I don’t have any idea how to not kill you.”

“You can do it,” I encouraged. “I trust you.”

Edward snarled in fury.

Alice shook her head quickly, looking panicked.

“Carlisle?” I turned to look at him.

Edward grabbed my face in his hand, forcing me to look at him. His other hand was out, palm toward Carlisle. Carlisle ignored that.

“I’m able to do it,” he answered my question. I wished I could see his expression. “You would be in no danger of me losing control.”

“Sounds good.” I hoped he could understand; it was hard to talk clearly the way Edward held my jaw.

Struggling to speak because of your boyfriend yanking you around the room by your jaw. This is cool and good. Edward is true love!

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“Hold on,” Edward said between his teeth. “It doesn’t have to be now.”

“There’s no reason for it not to be now,” I said, the words coming out distorted.

“I can think of a few.”

Bella's being really casual about her boyfriend physically abusing her in front of his family.

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“Of course you can,” I said sourly. “Now let go of me.”

He freed my face, and folded his arms across his chest. “In about two hours, Charlie will be here looking for you. I wouldn’t put it past him to involve the police.”

“All three of them.” But I frowned.

What are you telling them to do, kill the loving deputies?

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This was always the hardest part. Charlie, Renée. Now Jacob, too. The people I would lose, the people I would hurt. I wished there was some way that I could be the only one to suffer, but I knew that was impossible.

At the same time, I was hurting them more by staying human. Putting Charlie in constant danger through my proximity. Putting Jake in worse danger still by drawing his enemies across the land he felt bound to protect. And Renée—I couldn’t even risk a visit to see my own mother for fear of bringing my deadly problems along with me!

I was a danger magnet; I’d accepted that about myself.

Accepting this, I knew I needed to be able to take care of myself and protect the ones I loved, even if that meant that I couldn’t be with them. I needed to be strong.

Also at some point you have to, you know, tell them you're a vampire. Just you showing up with cold, rock-hard skin and a different eye color should clue them in that something's up. There's absolutely no way to hide this!

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“In the interest of remaining inconspicuous,” Edward said, still talking through his gritted teeth, but looking at Carlisle now, “I suggest that we put this conversation off, at the very least until Bella finishes high school, and moves out of Charlie’s house.”

“That’s a reasonable request, Bella,” Carlisle pointed out.

I thought about Charlie’s reaction when he woke up this morning, if—after all that life had put him through in the last week with Harry’s loss, and then I had put him through with my unexplained disappearance—he were to find my bed empty. Charlie deserved better than that. It was just a little more time; graduation wasn’t so far away…

Charlie deserves so, so much better than you!

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I pursed my lips. “I’ll consider it.”

Edward relaxed. His jaw unclenched.

“I should probably take you home,” he said, more calm now, but clearly in a hurry to get me out of here. “Just in case Charlie wakes up early.”

I looked at Carlisle. “After graduation?”

“You have my word.”

I took a deep breath, smiled, and turned back to Edward. “Okay. You can take me home.”

Edward rushed me out of the house before Carlisle could promise me anything else. He took me out the back, so I didn’t get to see what was broken in the living room.

It was a quiet trip home. I was feeling triumphant, and a little smug. Scared stiff, too, of course, but I tried not to think about that part. It did me no good to worry about the pain—the physical or the emotional—so I wouldn’t. Not until I absolutely had to.

When we got to my house, Edward didn’t pause. He dashed up the wall and through my window in half a second. Then he pulled my arms from around his neck and set me on the bed.

I thought I had a pretty good idea of what he was thinking, but his expression surprised me. Instead of furious, it was calculating. He paced silently back and forth across my dark room while I watched with growing suspicion.

“Whatever you’re planning, it’s not going to work,” I told him.

“Shh. I’m thinking.”

"We need another two books to maximize profit!'

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“Ugh,” I groaned, throwing myself back on the bed and pulling the quilt over my head.

There was no sound, but suddenly he was there. He flipped the cover back so he could see me. He was lying next to me. His hand reached up to brush my hair from my cheek.

“If you don’t mind, I’d much rather you didn’t hide your face. I’ve lived without it for as long as I can stand. Now… tell me something.”

“What?” I asked, unwilling.

“If you could have anything in the world, anything at all, what would it be?”

I could feel the skepticism in my eyes. “You.”

He shook his head impatiently. “Something you don’t already have.”

I wasn’t sure where he was trying to lead me, so I thought carefully before I answered. I came up with something that was both true, and also probably impossible.

“I would want… Carlisle not to have to do it. I would want you to change me.”

I watched his reaction warily, expecting more of the fury I’d seen at his house. I was surprised that his expression didn’t change. It was still calculating, thoughtful.

“What would you be willing to trade for that?”

I couldn’t believe my ears. I gawked at his composed face and blurted out the answer before I could think about it.

“Anything.”

He smiled faintly, and then pursed his lips. “Five years?”

Edward likes older women!

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My face twisted into an expression somewhere between chagrin and horror.

“You said anything,” he reminded me.

“Yes, but… you’ll use the time to find a way out of it. I have to strike while the iron is hot. Besides, it’s just too dangerous to be human—for me, at least. So, anything but that.”

He frowned. “Three years?”

“No!”

“Isn’t it worth anything to you at all?”

I thought about how much I wanted this. Better to keep a poker face, I decided, and not let him know how very much that was. It would give me more leverage. “Six months?”

He rolled his eyes. “Not good enough.”

“One year, then,” I said. “That’s my limit.”

“At least give me two.”

“No way. Nineteen I’ll do. But I’m not going anywhere near twenty. If you’re staying in your teens forever, then so am I.”

I promise, that's not as great as you think it will be.

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He thought for a minute. “All right. Forget time limits. If you want me to be the one—then you’ll just have to meet one condition.”

“Condition?” My voice went flat. “What condition?”

His eyes were cautious—he spoke slowly. “Marry me first.”

I stared at him, waiting.… “Okay. What’s the punch line?”

He sighed. “You’re wounding my ego, Bella. I just proposed to you, and you think it’s a joke.”

The tone of the book is so flat that even Bella didn't recognize the gravity at first.

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“Edward, please be serious.”

“I am one hundred percent serious.” He gazed at me with no hint of humor in his face.

“Oh, c’mon,” I said, an edge of hysteria in my voice. “I’m only eighteen.”

“Well, I’m nearly a hundred and ten. It’s time I settled down.”

Do you still count as a gold digger if your 110-year-old millionaire husband is immortal?

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I looked away, out the dark window, trying to control the panic before it gave me away.

“Look, marriage isn’t exactly that high on my list of priorities, you know? It was sort of the kiss of death for Renée and Charlie.”

“Interesting choice of words.”

“You know what I mean.”

What? No it wasn't. The problem was Renee being an immature brat who got bored and took advantage of her husband's parents to take their kid away from him.

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He inhaled deeply. “Please don’t tell me that you’re afraid of the commitment,” his voice was disbelieving, and I understood what he meant.

“That’s not it exactly,” I hedged. “I’m… afraid of Renée. She has some really intense opinions on getting married before you’re thirty.”

But it was her loving fault! The problem isn't that she "married young", it's that she's incredibly selfish and childlike! Even as an adult approaching middle age she's barely functional!

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“Because she’d rather you became one of the eternal damned than get married.” He laughed darkly.

“You think you’re joking.”

“Bella, if you compare the level of commitment between a marital union as opposed to bartering your soul in exchange for an eternity as a vampire…” He shook his head. “If you’re not brave enough to marry me, then—”

“Well,” I interrupted. “What if I did? What if I told you to take me to Vegas now? Would I be a vampire in three days?”

He smiled, his teeth flashing in the dark. “Sure,” he said, calling my bluff. “I’ll get my car.”

“Dammit.” I muttered. “I’ll give you eighteen months.”

“No deal,” he said, grinning. “I like this condition.”

“Fine. I’ll have Carlisle do it when I graduate.”

“If that’s what you really want.” He shrugged, and his smile became absolutely angelic.

“You’re impossible,” I groaned. “A monster.”

He chuckled. “Is that why you won’t marry me?”

This series would be a lot better if the Cullens immediately detoured from the plot to have a Vegas vacation.

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I groaned again.

He leaned toward me; his night-dark eyes melted and smoldered and shattered my concentration. “Please, Bella?” he breathed.

I forgot how to breathe for a moment. When I recovered, I shook my head quickly, trying to clear my suddenly clouded mind.

“Would this have gone better if I’d had time to get a ring?”

“No! No rings!” I very nearly shouted.

“Now you’ve done it,” he whispered.

“Oops.”

“Charlie’s getting up; I’d better leave,” Edward said with resignation.

My heart stopped beating.

I have to take this literally whenever she says it now.

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He gauged my expression for a second. “Would it be childish of me to hide in your closet, then?”

“No,” I whispered eagerly. “Stay. Please.”

Edward smiled and disappeared.

I seethed in the darkness as I waited for Charlie to check on me. Edward knew exactly what he was doing, and I was willing to bet that all the injured surprise was part of the ploy. Of course, I still had the Carlisle option, but now that I knew there was a chance that Edward would change me himself, I wanted it bad. He was such a cheater.

This is just the story of three assholes manipulating each other until two of them get married.

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My door cracked open.

“Morning, Dad.”

“Oh, hey, Bella.” He sounded embarrassed at getting caught. “I didn’t know you were awake.”

“Yeah. I’ve just been waiting for you to wake up so I could take a shower.” I started to get up.

“Hold on,” Charlie said, flipping the light on. I blinked in the sudden brightness, and carefully kept my eyes away from the closet. “Let’s talk for a minute first.”

I couldn’t control my grimace. I’d forgotten to ask Alice for a good excuse.

“You know you’re in trouble.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I just about went crazy these last three days. I come home from Harry’s funeral, and you’re gone. Jacob could only tell me that you’d run off with Alice Cullen, and that he thought you were in trouble. You didn’t leave me a number, and you didn’t call. I didn’t know where you were or when—or if—you were coming back. Do you have any idea how… how…” He couldn’t finish the sentence. He sucked in a sharp breath and moved on. “Can you give me one reason why I shouldn’t ship you off to Jacksonville this second?”

All right, let's see how much remorse Bella shows for tormenting her dad in the worst way possible over the past year!

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My eyes narrowed. So it was going to be threats, was it? Two could play at that game. I sat up, pulling the quilt around me. “Because I won’t go.”

“Now just one minute, young lady—”

“Look, Dad, I accept complete responsibility for my actions, and you have the right to ground me for as long as you want. I will also do all the chores and laundry and dishes until you think I’ve learned my lesson. And I guess you’re within your rights if you want to kick me out, too—but that won’t make me go to Florida.”

Oh. It's....it's absolutely none. Great.

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His face turned bright red. He took a few deep breaths before he answered.

“Would you like to explain where you’ve been?”

Oh, crap. “There was… an emergency.”

He raised his eyebrows in expectation of my brilliant explanation.

I filled my cheeks with air and then blew it out noisily. “I don’t know what to tell you, Dad. It was mostly a misunderstanding. He said, she said. It got out of hand.”

He waited with a distrustful expression.

“See, Alice told Rosalie about me jumping off the cliff.…” I was scrambling frantically to make this work, to keep it as close to the truth as possible so that my inability to lie convincingly would not undermine the excuse, but before I could go on, Charlie’s expression reminded me that he didn’t know anything about the cliff.

Major oops. As if I wasn’t already toast.

You idiot.

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“I guess I didn’t tell you about that,” I choked out. “It was nothing. Just messing around, swimming with Jake. Anyway, Rosalie told Edward, and he was upset. She sort of accidentally made it sound like I was trying to kill myself or something. He wouldn’t answer his phone, so Alice dragged me to… L.A., to explain in person.” I shrugged, desperately hoping that he would not be so distracted by my slip that he’d miss the brilliant explanation I’d provided.

Charlie’s face was frozen. “Were you trying to kill yourself, Bella?”

“No, of course not. Just having fun with Jake. Cliff diving. The La Push kids do it all the time. Like I said, nothing.”

Charlie’s face heated up—from frozen to hot with fury. “What’s it to Edward Cullen anyway?” he barked. “All this time, he’s just left you dangling without a word—”

I interrupted him. “Another misunderstanding.”

His face flushed again. “So is he back then?”

“I’m not sure what the exact plan is. I think they all are.”

He shook his head, the vein in his forehead pulsing. “I want you to stay away from him, Bella. I don’t trust him. He’s rotten for you. I won’t let him mess you up like that again.”

As far as he's concerned, he's absolutely right! Edward is the worst person she could ever have in her life!

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“Fine,” I said curtly.

Charlie rocked back onto his heels. “Oh.” He scrambled for a second, exhaling loudly in surprise. “I thought you were going to be difficult.”

“I am.” I stared straight into his eyes. “I meant, ‘Fine, I’ll move out.’”

His eyes bulged; his face turned puce. My resolve wavered as I started to worry about his health. He was no younger than Harry.…

“Dad, I don’t want to move out,” I said in a softer tone. “I love you. I know you’re worried, but you need to trust me on this. And you’re going to have to ease up on Edward if you want me to stay. Do you want me to live here or not?”

“That’s not fair, Bella. You know I want you to stay.”

“Then be nice to Edward, because he’s going to be where I am.” I said it with confidence. The conviction of my epiphany was still strong.

I know we've read A Handbook for Mortals and Ready Player One, but somehow Bella is turning out to be the least likable protagonist I've ever read.

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“Not under my roof,” Charlie stormed.

I sighed a heavy sigh. “Look, I’m not going to give you any more ultimatums tonight—or I guess it’s this morning. Just think about it for a few days, okay? But keep in mind that Edward and I are sort of a package deal.”

“Bella—”

“Think it over,” I insisted. “And while you’re doing that, could you give me some privacy? I really need a shower.”

Charlie’s face was a strange shade of purple, but he left, slamming the door behind him. I heard him stomp furiously down the stairs.

This is infuriating.

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I threw off my quilt, and Edward was already there, sitting in the rocking chair as if he’d been present through the whole conversation.

“Sorry about that,” I whispered.

“It’s not as if I don’t deserve far worse,” he murmured. “Don’t start anything with Charlie over me, please.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I breathed as I gathered up my bathroom things and a set of clean clothes. “I will start exactly as much as is necessary, and no more than that. Or are you trying to tell me I have nowhere to go?” I widened my eyes with false alarm.

“You’d move in with a house full of vampires?”

“That’s probably the safest place for someone like me. Besides…” I grinned. “If Charlie kicks me out, then there’s no need for a graduation deadline, is there?”

If I didn't have any kind of determination to finish this series, I'd have put it down long before this point.

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His jaw tightened. “So eager for eternal damnation,” he muttered.

“You know you don’t really believe that.”

“Oh, don’t I?” he fumed.

“No. You don’t.”

He glowered at me and started to speak, but I cut him off.

“If you really believed that you’d lost your soul, then when I found you in Volterra, you would have realized immediately what was happening, instead of thinking we were both dead together. But you didn’t—you said ‘Amazing. Carlisle was right,’” I reminded him, triumphant. “There’s hope in you, after all.”

For once, Edward was speechless.

“So let’s both just be hopeful, all right?” I suggested. “Not that it matters. If you stay, I don’t need heaven.”

You do realize that you proved him wrong, right? He was so happy to find out that he really did have a soul and got to be in heaven with his true love forever, and he turned out to be wrong. Now he's back to square one with the added worry of damning his love as well.

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He got up slowly, and came to put his hands on either side of my face as he stared into my eyes. “Forever,” he vowed, still a little staggered.

“That’s all I’m asking for,” I said, and stretched up on my toes so that I could press my lips to his.

I am very thankful to say there's only one chapter left.

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Nov 25, 2001

And then we can move on to a somewhat better book.

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