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Midjack
Dec 24, 2007



gently caress it, ride or die. I’m with you to the end, chitoryu12.

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PetraCore
Jul 20, 2017

👁️🔥👁️👁️👁️BE NOT👄AFRAID👁️👁️👁️🔥👁️

Like, I'm going to be honest. I'm a person who enjoys garbage fire characters and interestingly mutually toxic relationships in fiction. I like healthy and well-balanced stuff, too, but there's something about a good disaster that can be just so satisfying. You can argue that's romanticizing or normalizing abuse, but I think as long as everything is clearly warned for, and the author knows that what they're writing isn't ideal but is using the conflict to advance the plot and be exciting, that's not the case. After all, if fictional characters were all great interpersonal communicators, a lot of plots just wouldn't happen!

This is not what that scene was. That seen was an in-depth yet pg sexual assault where the victim immediately started blaming herself and where it was marketed to teenagers as an interesting and desirable love triangle, and proof that Bella is in love with Jacob. It also wasn't just an author cynically cashing in on a problematic romance genre trope with the knowledge that it's not good and normal, because she doesn't seem to think Jacob is manipulative. Using threats of suicide and self-harm to control a romantic partner is a pretty common and serious abuser tactic, and using those threats to coerce someone into a romantic and physical encounter is... monstrous.

Lord Zedd-Repulsa
Jul 21, 2007

Devour a good book.


I feel like a decent editor shouldn't have allowed this to get past the draft stage, but that's true of most of the drat book. How is poo poo like this a best seller while far more talented writers are ignored?

I'm here as long as I end up more angry than uncomfortable by the chapter. If I do have to take a break, though, I'll try to come back.

Proteus Jones
Feb 28, 2013



Midjack posted:

gently caress it, ride or die. I’m with you to the end, chitoryu12.

Yeah!

yeah...

:negative:

Lord Zedd-Repulsa
Jul 21, 2007

Devour a good book.




Edit 2: Fixed my crop tool!

Lord Zedd-Repulsa fucked around with this message at 02:04 on Feb 15, 2020

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014


chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 24: Snap Decision

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I lay facedown across the sleeping bag, waiting for justice to find me. Maybe an avalanche would bury me here. I wished it would. I never wanted to have to see my face in the mirror again.

There was no sound to warn me. Out of nowhere, Edward’s cold hand stroked against my knotted hair. I shuddered guiltily at his touch.

“Are you all right?” he murmured, his voice anxious.

“No. I want to die.”

“That will never happen. I won’t allow it.”

I groaned and then whispered, “You might change your mind about that.”

Oof.

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“Where’s Jacob?”

“He went to fight,” I mumbled into the floor.

Jacob had left the little camp joyfully—with a cheerful “I’ll be right back”—running full tilt for the clearing, already quivering as he prepared to shift to his other self. By now the whole pack knew everything. Seth Clearwater, pacing outside the tent, was an intimate witness to my disgrace.

Your disgrace at being a sexual assault victim?

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Edward was silent for a long moment. “Oh,” he finally said.

The tone of his voice worried me that my avalanche wasn’t coming fast enough. I peeked up at him and, sure enough, his eyes were unfocused as he listened to something I’d rather die than have him hear. I dropped my face back to the floor.

It stunned me when Edward chuckled reluctantly.

“And I thought I fought dirty,” he said with grudging admiration. “He makes me look like the patron saint of ethics.” His hand brushed against the part of my cheek that was exposed. “I’m not mad at you, love. Jacob’s more cunning than I gave him credit for. I do wish you hadn’t asked him, though.”

Threatening suicide to get someone to kiss you isn't cunning! That's like, the first resort these dickheads use in real life!

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“Edward,” I whispered to the rough nylon. “I… I… I’m—”

“Shh,” he hushed me, his fingers soothing against my cheek. “That’s not what I meant. It’s just that he would have kissed you anyway—even if you hadn’t fallen for it—and now I don’t have an excuse to break his face. I would have really enjoyed that, too.”

“Fallen for it?” I mumbled almost incomprehensibly.

“Bella, did you really believe he was that noble? That he would go out in a flame of glory just to clear the way for me?”

I raised my head slowly to meet his patient gaze. His expression was soft; his eyes were full of understanding rather than the revulsion I deserved to see.

“Yes, I did believe that,” I muttered, and then looked away. But I didn’t feel any anger at Jacob for tricking me. There wasn’t enough room in my body to contain anything besides the hatred I felt toward myself.

Just in case you had any inkling of anything else, that's Edward confirming right there how goddamn awful Jacob is.

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Edward laughed softly again. “You’re such a bad liar, you’ll believe anyone who has the least bit of skill.”

“Why aren’t you angry with me?” I whispered. “Why don’t you hate me? Or haven’t you heard the whole story yet?”

“I think I got a fairly comprehensive look,” he said in a light, easy voice. “Jacob makes vivid mental pictures. I feel almost as bad for his pack as I do for myself. Poor Seth was getting nauseated. But Sam is making Jacob focus now.”

Jesus Christ.

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I closed my eyes and shook my head in agony. The sharp nylon fibers of the tent floor scraped against my skin.

Sharp...nylon?

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“You’re only human,” he whispered, stroking my hair again.

“That’s the most miserable defense I’ve ever heard.”

“But you are human, Bella. And, as much as I might wish otherwise, so is he.… There are holes in your life that I can’t fill. I understand that.”

“But that’s not true. That’s what makes me so horrible. There are no holes.”

“You love him,” he murmured gently.

Every cell in my body ached to deny it.

“I love you more,” I said. It was the best I could do.

“Yes, I know that, too. But… when I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave its mark—on both of you. I’m not sure those kinds of stitches dissolve on their own. I can’t blame either of you for something I made necessary. I may gain forgiveness, but that doesn’t let me escape the consequences.”

“I should have known you’d find some way to blame yourself. Please stop. I can’t stand it.”

Once again, we get a scene of two people blaming themselves and fighting over who gets to feel the most miserable about this.

quote:

“What would you like me to say?”

“I want you to call me every bad name you can think of, in every language you know. I want you to tell me that you’re disgusted with me and that you’re going to leave so that I can beg and grovel on my knees for you to stay.”

“I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I can’t do that.”

“At least stop trying to make me feel better. Let me suffer. I deserve it.”

“No,” he murmured.

I nodded slowly. “You’re right. Keep on being too understanding. That’s probably worse.”

If I roll my eyes more, they're going to give me powered flight.

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He was silent for a moment, and I sensed a charge in the atmosphere, a new urgency.

“It’s getting close,” I stated.

“Yes, a few more minutes now. Just enough time to say one more thing.…”

I waited. When he finally spoke again, he was whispering. “I can be noble, Bella. I’m not going to make you choose between us. Just be happy, and you can have whatever part of me you want, or none at all, if that’s better. Don’t let any debt you feel you owe me influence your decision.”

I pushed off the floor, shoving myself up onto my knees.

She's decided what part she wants.

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“Dammit, stop that!” I shouted at him.

His eyes widened in surprise. “No—you don’t understand. I’m not just trying to make you feel better, Bella, I really mean it.”

“I know you do,” I groaned. “What happened to fighting back? Don’t start with the noble self-sacrifice now! Fight!”

“How?” he asked, and his eyes were ancient with their sadness.

I scrambled into his lap, throwing my arms around him.

“I don’t care that it’s cold here. I don’t care that I stink like a dog right now. Make me forget how awful I am. Make me forget him. Make me forget my own name. Fight back!”

One of the other things that makes this so frustrating is that the adult in the room is always shifting. Meyer is trying to write well-rounded characters, but she's incapable of adding complexity and flaws in subtle and understandable ways. When someone displays negative behavior or makes a wrong choice, it's always to an extreme degree: fighting, screaming, threats of suicide or murder, self-harm, etc. Characters who were previously reasonable and ordinary suddenly become assholes when it's necessary for conflict, from Charlie practically high-fiving Jacob for sexual assault (before then saying it was wrong) to Mike going from an ordinary nice guy to a grumbling jealous loser to Jacob becoming a violent rapist out of loving nowhere.

When Bella and Edward are having a disagreement, it's always one person being reasonable and mature and the other one being a self-destructive lunatic getting talked off a ledge. When it's time for someone else to be in the right, they switch roles. There's no nuance to make you feel like these are believable characters, just a cast of schizophrenic sociopaths.

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I didn’t wait for him to decide—or to have the chance to tell me he wasn’t interested in a cruel, faithless monster like me. I pulled myself against him and crushed my mouth to his snow-cold lips.

“Careful, love,” he murmured under my urgent kiss.

“No,” I growled.

He gently pushed my face a few inches back. “You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

“I’m not trying to prove something. You said I could have any part of you I wanted. I want this part. I want every part.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and strained to reach his lips. He bent his head to kiss me back, but his cool mouth was hesitant as my impatience grew more pronounced. My body was making my intentions clear, giving me away. Inevitably, his hands moved to restrain me.

Bella Swan, the girl who never had a single sexual thought her entire life, is now having the entire backlog come out in one weekend.

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“Perhaps this isn’t the best moment for that,” he suggested, too calm for my liking.

“Why not?” I grumbled. There was no point in fighting if he was going to be rational; I dropped my arms.

“Firstly, because it is cold.” He reached out to pull the sleeping bag off the floor; he wrapped it around me like a blanket.

“Wrong,” I said. “First, because you are bizarrely moral for a vampire.”

He chuckled. “All right, I’ll give you that. The cold is second. And thirdly… well, you do actually stink, love.” He wrinkled his nose.

I sighed.

"Not just the werewolf thing. You haven't showered in two days and were sleeping outdoors in a sweaty tent."

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“Fourthly,” he murmured, dropping his face so that he was whispering in my ear. “We will try, Bella. I’ll make good on my promise. But I’d much rather it wasn’t in reaction to Jacob Black.”

I cringed, and buried my face against his shoulder.

“And fifthly…”

“This is a very long list,” I muttered.

He laughed. “Yes, but did you want to listen to the fight or not?”

As he spoke, Seth howled stridently outside the tent.

Seth has experienced every moment of this and is very uncomfortable.

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My body stiffened to the sound. I didn’t realize my left hand was clenched into a fist, nails biting into my bandaged palm, until Edward took it and gently smoothed my fingers out.

“It’s going to be fine, Bella,” he promised. “We’ve got skill, training, and surprise on our side. It will be over very soon. If I didn’t truly believe that, I would be down there now—and you’d be here, chained to a tree or something along those lines.”

I'd like that a lot more than what we got.

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“Alice is so small,” I moaned.

He chuckled. “That might be a problem… if it were possible for someone to catch her.”

Seth started to whimper.

“What’s wrong?” I demanded.

“He’s just angry that he’s stuck here with us. He knows the pack kept him out of the action to protect him. He’s salivating to join them.”

I scowled in Seth’s general direction.

“The newborns have reached the end of the trail—it worked like a charm, Jasper’s a genius—and they’ve caught the scent of the ones in the meadow, so they’re splitting into two groups now, as Alice said,” Edward murmured, his eyes focused on something far away. “Sam’s taking us around to head off the ambush party.” He was so intent on what he was hearing that he used the pack plural.

All right, action scene! We're nowhere near it, but I'm sure SMeyer will find a great way to convey it to us!

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Suddenly he looked down at me. “Breathe, Bella.”

I struggled to do what he asked. I could hear Seth’s heavy panting just outside the tent wall, and I tried to keep my lungs on the same even pace, so that I wouldn’t hyperventilate.

“The first group is in the clearing. We can hear the fighting.”

My teeth locked together.

He laughed once. “We can hear Emmett—he’s enjoying himself.”

I made myself take another breath with Seth.

“The second group is getting ready—they aren’t paying attention, they haven’t heard us yet.”

Edward growled.

“What?” I gasped.

“They’re talking about you.” His teeth clenched together. “They’re supposed to make sure you don’t escape.… Nice move, Leah! Mmm, she’s quite fast,” he murmured in approval. “One of the newborns caught our scent, and Leah took him down before he could even turn. Sam’s helping her finish him off. Paul and Jacob got another one, but the others are on the defensive now. They have no idea what to make of us. Both sides are feinting.… No, let Sam lead. Stay out of the way,” he muttered. “Separate them—don’t let them protect each other’s backs.”

Seth whined.

“That’s better, drive them toward the clearing,” Edward approved. His body was shifting unconsciously as he watched, tensing for moves he would have made. His hands still held mine; I twisted my fingers through his. At least he wasn’t down there.

Or we could just get him narrating the action. Sure.

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

As usual, the movie actually shows us everything. The fight choreography is greatly improved from the slow, floaty fight with James at the end of Twilight and takes advantage of the vampires' unique cellular structure to have some shockingly gruesome deaths for a PG-13 movie. It really shows off what the story would be capable of in the hands of a competent writer.

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The sudden absence of sound was the only warning.

The deep rush of Seth’s breathing cut off, and—as I’d paced my breaths with his—I noticed.

I stopped breathing, too—too frightened to even make my lungs work as I realized that Edward had frozen into a block of ice beside me.

Oh, no. No. No.

Who had been lost? Theirs or ours? Mine, all mine. What was my loss?

For someone who keeps trying to write Bella as selfless, Meyer sure keeps writing the most selfish inner monologue possible.

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So quickly that I wasn’t exactly sure how it happened, I was on my feet and the tent was collapsing in ragged shreds around me. Had Edward ripped our way out? Why?

I blinked, shocked, into the brilliant light. Seth was all I could see, right beside us, his face only six inches from Edward’s. They stared at each other with absolute concentration for one infinite second. The sun shattered off Edward’s skin and sent sparkles dancing across Seth’s fur.

And then Edward whispered urgently, “Go, Seth!”

The huge wolf wheeled and disappeared into the forest shadows.

Had two entire seconds passed? It felt like hours. I was terrified to the point of nausea by the knowledge that something horrible had gone awry in the clearing. I opened my mouth to demand that Edward take me there, and do it now. They needed him, and they needed me. If I had to bleed to save them, I would do it. I would die to do it, like the third wife. I had no silver dagger in my hand, but I would find a way—

Before I could get the first syllable out, I felt as if I was being flung through the air. But Edward’s hands never let go of me—I was only being moved, so quickly that the sensation was like falling sideways.

Causing immediate whiplash?

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I found myself with my back pressed against the sheer cliff face. Edward stood in front of me, holding a posture that I knew at once.

Relief washed through my mind at the same time that my stomach dropped through the soles of my feet. I’d misunderstood.

Relief—nothing had gone wrong in the clearing.

Horror—the crisis was here.

Edward held a defensive position—half-crouched, his arms extended slightly—that I recognized with sickening certainty. The rock at my back could have been the ancient brick walls of the Italian alley where he had stood between me and the black-cloaked Volturi warriors.

Something was coming for us.

“Who?” I whispered.

The words came through his teeth in a snarl that was louder than I expected. Too loud. It meant that it was far too late to hide. We were trapped, and it didn’t matter who heard his answer.

“Victoria,” he said, spitting the word, making it a curse. “She’s not alone. She crossed my scent, following the newborns in to watch—she never meant to fight with them. She made a spur-of-the-moment decision to find me, guessing that you would be wherever I was. She was right. You were right. It was always Victoria.”

No poo poo!

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

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She was close enough that he could hear her thoughts.

Relief again. If it had been the Volturi, we were both dead. But with Victoria, it didn’t have to be both. Edward could survive this. He was a good fighter, as good as Jasper. If she didn’t bring too many others, he could fight his way out, back to his family. Edward was faster than anyone. He could make it.

What the hell are you talking about? Do you think he's just going to throw you to Victoria and run?

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I was so glad he’d sent Seth away. Of course, there was no one Seth could run to for help. Victoria had timed her decision perfectly. But at least Seth was safe; I couldn’t see the huge sandy wolf in my head when I thought his name—just the gangly fifteen-year-old boy.

Edward’s body shifted—only infinitesimally, but it told me where to look. I stared at the black shadows of the forest.

It was like having my nightmares walk forward to greet me.

Two vampires edged slowly into the small opening of our camp, eyes intent, missing nothing. They glistened like diamonds in the sun.

I could barely look at the blond boy—yes, he was just a boy, though he was muscular and tall, maybe my age when he was changed. His eyes—a more vivid red than I had ever seen before—could not hold mine. Though he was closest to Edward, the nearest danger, I could not watch him.

Because, a few feet to the side and a few feet back, Victoria was staring at me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDBRb-iDdHI



If you were watching the movie, you'd already have known Riley Biers. He's a freshman at the University of Oregon from Santa Fe (in the movie, he's a native of Forks instead) who gets ambushed and transformed by Victoria in the very first scene of the film to serve as a bodyguard. Riley was played by 26-year-old Xavier Samuel from Victoria, Australia; he's had a relatively low-key career mostly in Australian film and TV before and after.

I included the scene of Riley's transformation to show yet again how much the story is improved with a third-person narrative and competent creators. The screenplay by Melissa Rosenberg (creator of the Netflix Jessica Jones series) and directing by David Slade (of Hard Candy and 30 Days of Night) emphasize the horror aspects of Twilight that are usually ignored completely by Meyer. It also serves to smooth the introduction of new characters like Riley and Bree Tanner by letting them appear repeatedly throughout the narrative, saving us from having their entire characterization dumped on us in the climax.

While the film was still dragged down by bad acting and the slow pacing that any faithful adaptation would suffer from, critics were more appreciative of the non-romantic content they inserted. It says a lot that all of the stuff that didn't come from Meyer ends up being actually enjoyable to watch.

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Her orange hair was brighter than I’d remembered, more like a flame. There was no wind here, but the fire around her face seemed to shimmer slightly, as if it were alive.

Her eyes were black with thirst. She did not smile, as she always had in my nightmares—her lips were pressed into a tight line. There was a striking feline quality to the way she held her coiled body, a lioness waiting for an opening to spring. Her restless, wild gaze flickered between Edward and me, but never rested on him for more than a half-second. She could not keep her eyes from my face any more than I could keep mine from hers.

Tension rolled off of her, nearly visible in the air. I could feel the desire, the all-consuming passion that held her in its grip. Almost as if I could hear her thoughts, too, I knew what she was thinking.

She was so close to what she wanted—the focus of her whole existence for more than a year now was just so close.

My death.

Her plan was as obvious as it was practical. The big blond boy would attack Edward. As soon as Edward was sufficiently distracted, Victoria would finish me.

It would be quick—she had no time for games here—but it would be thorough. Something that it would be impossible to recover from. Something that even vampire venom could not repair.

She’d have to stop my heart. Perhaps a hand shoved through my chest, crushing it. Something along those lines.

Considering relative vampire strength, I think a casual backhand would be enough to take your head off.

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My heart beat furiously, loudly, as if to make her target more obvious.

An immense distance away, from far across the black forest, a wolf’s howl echoed in the still air. With Seth gone, there was no way to interpret the sound.

The blond boy looked at Victoria from the corner of his eye, waiting on her command.

He was young in more ways than one. I guessed from his brilliant crimson irises that he couldn’t have been a vampire for very long. He would be strong, but inept. Edward would know how to fight him. Edward would survive.

For a few seconds, before he would immediately commit suicide.

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Victoria jerked her chin toward Edward, wordlessly ordering the boy forward.

“Riley,” Edward said in a soft, pleading voice.

The blond boy froze, his red eyes widening.

“She’s lying to you, Riley,” Edward told him. “Listen to me. She’s lying to you just like she lied to the others who are dying now in the clearing. You know that she’s lied to them, that she had you lie to them, that neither of you were ever going to help them. Is it so hard to believe that she’s lied to you, too?”

Confusion swept across Riley’s face. Edward shifted a few inches to the side, and Riley automatically compensated with an adjustment of his own.

“She doesn’t love you, Riley.” Edward’s soft voice was compelling, almost hypnotic. “She never has. She loved someone named James, and you’re no more than a tool to her.”

This is what I was talking about. Everything about Victoria and Riley's relationship just sort of gets dumped on us when he makes his first appearance, before he's even had a chance to speak. The film gives him a character of his own by showing not only his transformation, but also Victoria and Riley's creation of her army and how she manipulates him. Edward trying to get him to realize the manipulation actually comes as an expected conclusion to Riley's story rather than making the reader need to suddenly act like the guy who's shown up at the tail end of the book has been here all along.

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When he said James’s name, Victoria’s lips pulled back in a teeth-baring grimace. Her eyes stayed locked on me.

Riley cast a frantic glance in her direction.

“Riley?” Edward said.

Riley automatically refocused on Edward.

“She knows that I will kill you, Riley. She wants you to die so that she doesn’t have to keep up the pretense anymore. Yes—you’ve seen that, haven’t you? You’ve read the reluctance in her eyes, suspected a false note in her promises. You were right. She’s never wanted you. Every kiss, every touch was a lie.”

Edward moved again, moved a few inches toward the boy, a few inches away from me.

Victoria’s gaze zeroed in on the gap between us. It would take her less than a second to kill me—she only needed the tiniest margin of opportunity.

Slower this time, Riley repositioned himself.

“You don’t have to die,” Edward promised, his eyes holding the boy’s. “There are other ways to live than the way she’s shown you. It’s not all lies and blood, Riley. You can walk away right now. You don’t have to die for her lies.”

This would matter a lot more if we had actually been seeing Riley throughout the book. As it stands, we have no real reason to care about him or his inner conflict.

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Edward slid his feet forward and to the side. There was a foot of space between us now. Riley circled too far, overcompensating this time. Victoria leaned forward onto the balls of her feet.

“Last chance, Riley,” Edward whispered.

Riley’s face was desperate as he looked to Victoria for answers.

“He’s the liar, Riley,” Victoria said, and my mouth fell open in shock at the sound of her voice. “I told you about their mind tricks. You know I love only you.”

Her voice was not the strong, wild, catlike growl I would have put with her face and stance. It was soft, it was high—a babyish, soprano tinkling. The kind of voice that went with blond curls and pink bubble gum. It made no sense coming through her bared, glistening teeth.

I was confused, so I went back and checked the first book. This is actually the first time Victoria ever spoke! Laurent did all the talking for the coven during the baseball game. It actually makes Bella's extreme fear of her over all other vampires even more confusing, because she showed so little personality.

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Riley’s jaw tightened, and he squared his shoulders. His eyes emptied—there was no more confusion, no more suspicion. There was no thought at all. He tensed himself to attack.

Victoria’s body seemed to be trembling, she was so tightly wound. Her fingers were ready claws, waiting for Edward to move just one more inch away from me.

The snarl came from none of them.

A mammoth tan shape flew through the center of the opening, throwing Riley to the ground.

“No!” Victoria cried, her baby voice shrill with disbelief.

This makes her less intimidating.

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A yard and a half in front of me, the huge wolf ripped and tore at the blond vampire beneath him. Something white and hard smacked into the rocks by my feet. I cringed away from it.

Victoria did not spare one glance for the boy she’d just pledged her love to. Her eyes were still on me, filled with a disappointment so ferocious that she looked deranged.

“No,” she said again, through her teeth, as Edward started to move toward her, blocking her path to me.

Riley was on his feet again, looking misshapen and haggard, but he was able to fling a vicious kick into Seth’s shoulder. I heard the bone crunch. Seth backed off and started to circle, limping. Riley had his arms out, ready, though he seemed to be missing part of one hand.…

Full credit to Edward for pulling this off. As a psychic, he'd obviously be able to detect Seth's presence nearby without his vampire senses being necessary as Victoria and Riley are distracted by the stand-off. His maneuvering was to get Riley in position for an ambush.

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Only a few yards away from that fight, Edward and Victoria were dancing.

Not quite circling, because Edward was not allowing her to position herself closer to me. She sashayed back, moving from side to side, trying to find a hole in his defense. He shadowed her footwork lithely, stalking her with perfect concentration. He began to move just a fraction of a second before she moved, reading her intentions in her thoughts.

This is yet another reason why Bella didn't have anything to worry about. Edward is basically a Jedi.

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Seth lunged at Riley from the side, and something tore with a hideous, grating screech. Another heavy white chunk flew into the forest with a thud. Riley roared in fury, and Seth skipped back—amazingly light on his feet for his size—as Riley took a swipe at him with one mangled hand.

Victoria was weaving through the tree trunks at the far end of the little opening now. She was torn, her feet pulling her toward safety while her eyes yearned toward me as if I were a magnet, reeling her in. I could see the burning desire to kill warring with her survival instinct.

Edward could see that, too.

“Don’t go, Victoria,” he murmured in that same hypnotic tone as before. “You’ll never get another chance like this.”

She showed her teeth and hissed at him, but she seemed unable to move farther away from me.

“You can always run later,” Edward purred. “Plenty of time for that. It’s what you do, isn’t it? It’s why James kept you around. Useful, if you like to play deadly games. A partner with an uncanny instinct for escaping. He shouldn’t have left you—he could have used your skills when we caught up to him in Phoenix.”

Yes, Victoria's vampiric power is super self-preservation.

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A snarl ripped from between her lips.

“That’s all you ever were to him, though. Silly to waste so much energy avenging someone who had less affection for you than a hunter for his mount. You were never more than a convenience to him. I would know.”

Edward’s lips pulled up on one side as he tapped his temple.

With a strangled screech, Victoria darted out of the trees again, feinting to the side. Edward responded, and the dance began again.

Just then, Riley’s fist caught Seth’s flank, and a low yelp coughed out of Seth’s throat. Seth backed away, his shoulders twitching as if he were trying to shake off the pain.

Please, I wanted to plead with Riley, but I couldn’t find the muscles to make my mouth open, to pull the air up from my lungs. Please, he’s just a child!

You all are! Riley and Victoria are canonically 18. Everyone in this fight is a teenager, at least physically. Everything in the books should actually look pretty odd compared to the films with how young the cast is.

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Why hadn’t Seth run away? Why didn’t he run now?

Riley was closing the distance between them again, driving Seth toward the cliff face beside me. Victoria was suddenly interested in her partner’s fate. I could see her, from the corner of her eyes, judge the distance between Riley and me. Seth snapped at Riley, forcing him back again, and Victoria hissed.

Seth wasn’t limping anymore. His circling took him within inches of Edward; his tail brushed Edward’s back, and Victoria’s eyes bulged.

“No, he won’t turn on me,” Edward said, answering the question in Victoria’s head. He used her distraction to slide closer. “You provided us with a common enemy. You allied us.”

She clenched her teeth, trying to keep her focus on Edward alone.

“Look more closely, Victoria,” he murmured, pulling at the threads of her concentration. “Is he really so much like the monster James tracked across Siberia?”

Her eyes popped wide open, and then began flickering wildly from Edward to Seth to me, around and around. “Not the same?” she snarled in her little girl’s soprano. “Impossible!”

This is a pretty random thing for Meyer to drop into the book, especially as it's not going to get any resolution until Breaking Dawn. Short version: there's more than one type of werewolf, which will only matter exactly once in a pretty dumb manner that Meyer didn't have to bother with.

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“Nothing is impossible,” Edward murmured, voice velvet soft as he moved another inch closer to her. “Except what you want. You’ll never touch her.”

She shook her head, fast and jerky, fighting his diversions, and tried to duck around him, but he was in place to block her as soon as she’d thought of the plan. Her face contorted in frustration, and then she shifted lower into her crouch, a lioness again, and stalked deliberately forward.

Victoria was no inexperienced, instinct-driven newborn. She was lethal. Even I could tell the difference between her and Riley, and I knew that Seth wouldn’t have lasted so long if he’d been fighting this vampire.

Edward shifted, too, as they closed on each other, and it was lion versus lioness.

The dance increased in tempo.

It was like Alice and Jasper in the meadow, a blurred spiraling of movement, only this dance was not as perfectly choreographed. Sharp crunches and crackings reverberated off the cliff face whenever someone slipped in their formation. But they were moving too fast for me to see who was making the mistakes.…

Riley was distracted by the violent ballet, his eyes anxious for his partner. Seth struck, crunching off another small piece of the vampire. Riley bellowed and launched a massive backhanded blow that caught Seth full in his broad chest. Seth’s huge body soared ten feet and crashed into the rocky wall over my head with a force that seemed to shake the whole peak. I heard the breath whoosh from his lungs, and I ducked out of the way as he rebounded off the stone and collapsed on the ground a few feet in front of me.

Just go for the head, Seth!

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A low whimper escaped through Seth’s teeth.

Sharp fragments of gray stone showered down on my head, scratching my exposed skin. A jagged spike of rock rolled down my right arm and I caught it reflexively. My fingers clenched around the long shard as my own survival instincts kicked in; since there was no chance of flight, my body—not caring how ineffectual the gesture was—prepared for a fight.

Adrenaline jolted through my veins. I knew the brace was cutting into my palm. I knew the crack in my knuckle was protesting. I knew it, but I could not feel the pain.

I forgot that Bella is trying to do this with two busted hands.

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Behind Riley, all I could see was the twisting flame of Victoria’s hair and a blur of white. The increasingly frequent metallic snaps and tears, the gasps and shocked hissings, made it clear that the dance was turning deadly for someone.

But which someone?

Riley lurched toward me, his red eyes brilliant with fury. He glared at the limp mountain of sand-colored fur between us, and his hands—mangled, broken hands—curled into talons. His mouth opened, widened, his teeth glistening, as he prepared to rip out Seth’s throat.

A second kick of adrenaline hit like an electric shock, and everything was suddenly very clear.

Both fights were too close. Seth was about to lose his, and I had no idea if Edward was winning or losing. They needed help. A distraction. Something to give them an edge.

My hand gripped the stone spike so tightly that a support in the brace snapped.

Was I strong enough? Was I brave enough? How hard could I shove the rough stone into my body? Would this buy Seth enough time to get back on his feet? Would he heal fast enough for my sacrifice to do him any good?

Yeah, this is why the whole "Third Wife" thing got brought up.

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I raked the point of the shard up my arm, yanking my thick sweater back to expose the skin, and then pressed the sharp tip to the crease at my elbow. I already had a long scar there from my last birthday. That night, my flowing blood had been enough to catch every vampire’s attention, to freeze them all in place for an instant. I prayed it would work that way again. I steeled myself and sucked in one deep breath.

Victoria was distracted by the sound of my gasp. Her eyes, holding still for one tiny portion of a second, met mine. Fury and curiosity mingled strangely in her expression.

I wasn’t sure how I heard the low sound with all the other noises echoing off the stone wall and hammering inside my head. My own heartbeat should have been enough to drown it out. But, in the split second that I stared into Victoria’s eyes, I thought I heard a familiar, exasperated sigh.

That sigh from Edward is your spoiler for the next chapter. Because Meyer just can't give her protagonist any kind of serious agency or make her truly matter in the plot, she's going to give us something that immediately renders this actual attempt at participating in the plot completely worthless.

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In that same short second, the dance broke violently apart. It happened so quickly that it was over before I could follow the sequence of events. I tried to catch up in my head.

Victoria had flown out of the blurred formation and smashed into a tall spruce about halfway up the tree. She dropped back to the earth already crouched to spring.

Simultaneously, Edward—all but invisible with speed—had twisted backward and caught the unsuspecting Riley by the arm. It had looked like Edward planted his foot against Riley’s back, and heaved—

The little campsite was filled with Riley’s piercing shriek of agony.

At the same time, Seth leaped to his feet, cutting off most of my view.

But I could still see Victoria. And, though she looked oddly deformed—as if she were unable to straighten up completely—I could see the smile I’d been dreaming of flash across her wild face.

She coiled and sprang.

Something small and white whistled through the air and collided with her mid-flight. The impact sounded like an explosion, and it threw her against another tree—this one snapped in half. She landed on her feet again, crouched and ready, but Edward was already in place. Relief swelled in my heart when I saw that he stood straight and perfect.

Victoria kicked something aside with a flick of her bare foot—the missile that had crippled her attack. It rolled toward me, and I realized what it was.

My stomach lurched.

The fingers were still twitching; grasping at blades of grass, Riley’s arm began to drag itself mindlessly across the ground.

I am very sorry to say that Edward hurling Riley's arm at Victoria's face did not make it into the film.

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Seth was circling Riley again, and now Riley was retreating. He backed away from the advancing werewolf, his face rigid with pain. He raised his one arm defensively.

Seth rushed Riley, and the vampire was clearly off-balance. I saw Seth sink his teeth into Riley’s shoulder and tear, jumping back again.

With an earsplitting metallic screech, Riley lost his other arm.

Seth shook his head, flinging the arm into the woods. The broken hissing noise that came through Seth’s teeth sounded like snickering.

Riley screamed out a tortured plea. “Victoria!”

Victoria did not even flinch to the sound of her name. Her eyes did not flicker once toward her partner.

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

The film fixes Meyer's almost spiteful view of Bella having agency by making her endanger herself when Edward is at risk of being killed. The fight scene is...actually good?

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Seth launched himself forward with the force of a wrecking ball. The thrust carried both Seth and Riley into the trees, where the metallic screeching was matched by Riley’s screams. Screams that abruptly cut off, while the sounds of rock being ripped to shreds continued.

Though she spared Riley no farewell glance, Victoria seemed to realize that she was on her own. She began to back away from Edward, frenzied disappointment blazing in her eyes. She threw me one short, agonized stare of longing, and then she started to retreat faster.

“No,” Edward crooned, his voice seductive. “Stay just a little longer.”

Ah, there's the serial killer side of him.

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She wheeled and flew toward the refuge of the forest like an arrow from a bow.

But Edward was faster—a bullet from a gun.

He caught her unprotected back at the edge of the trees and, with one last, simple step, the dance was over.

Edward’s mouth brushed once across her neck, like a caress. The squealing clamor coming from Seth’s efforts covered every other noise, so there was no discernible sound to make the image one of violence. He could have been kissing her.

And then the fiery tangle of hair was no longer connected to the rest of her body. The shivering orange waves fell to the ground, and bounced once before rolling toward the trees.

Midjack
Dec 24, 2007



chitoryu12 posted:

Yes, Victoria's vampiric power is super self-preservation.

A sense of self preservation is kind of a super power in this story!

chitoryu12 posted:

I am very sorry to say that Edward hurling Riley's arm at Victoria's face did not make it into the film.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTEVBcmPzk4

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 25: Mirror

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I forced my eyes—frozen wide open with shock—to move, so that I could not examine too closely the oval object wrapped in tendrils of shivering, fiery hair.

Edward was in motion again. Swift and coolly businesslike, he dismembered the headless corpse.

I could not go to him—I could not make my feet respond; they were bolted to the stone beneath them. But I scrutinized his every action minutely, looking for any evidence that he had been harmed. My heart slowed to a healthier rhythm when I found nothing. He was lithe and graceful as ever. I couldn’t even see a tear in his clothes.

This is the culmination of all of Bella's worries about the final battle being worthless. The Cullens and Quileute shapeshifters are some of the most lethal beings on the planet in this universe, only really capable of being beaten by the Volturi because of their unique powers. Edward can read his opponent's mind and predict their actions before they even move, Alice is clairvoyant and can see their intended battle plans, Jasper was a Confederate Army officer with decades of experience fighting in vampire wars, Carlisle has over 350 years of knowledge on any subject he wants to study, and Emmett is the vampire equivalent of Hulk Hogan. Esme is the only one who doesn't have anything that specifically gives her an advantage in fighting, but she's still got the whole suite of vampire powers.

In the end, all the fretting about how dangerous this situation was and Bella's repeated attempts to sacrifice herself were just more wasted space on the page.

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He did not look at me—where I stood frozen to the cliff wall, horrified—while he piled the quivering, twitching limbs and then covered them with dry pine needles. He still did not meet my shocked gaze as he darted into the forest after Seth.

I didn’t have time to recover before both he and Seth were back, Edward with his arms full of Riley. Seth was carrying a large chunk—the torso—in his mouth. They added their burden to the pile, and Edward pulled a silver rectangle from his pocket. He flipped open the butane lighter and held the flame to the dry tinder. It caught at once; long tongues of orange fire licked rapidly across the pyre.



Edward's lighter in the film sold for $550 at auction.

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“Get every piece,” Edward said in a low aside to Seth.

Together, the vampire and the werewolf scoured the campsite, occasionally tossing small lumps of white stone into the blaze. Seth handled the pieces with his teeth. My brain wasn’t working well enough for me to understand why he didn’t change back to a form with hands.

Body parts are heavy, dude.

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Edward kept his eyes on his work.

And then they were done, and the raging fire was sending a pillar of choking purple toward the sky. The thick smoke curled up slowly, looking more solid than it should; it smelled like burning incense, and the scent was uncomfortable. It was heavy, too strong.

Seth made that snickering sound again, deep in his chest.

A smile flickered across Edward’s tense face. Edward stretched out his arm, his hand curled into a fist. Seth grinned, revealing the long row of dagger teeth, and bumped his nose against Edward’s hand.

“Nice teamwork,” Edward murmured.

Seth coughed a laugh.

Is it at all possible for Meyer to make Bella seem more pathetic in this moment than having everyone fist-bumping at how badass they are while she shivers in the corner?

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Then Edward took a deep breath, and turned slowly to face me.

I did not understand his expression. His eyes were as wary as if I were another enemy—more than wary, they were afraid. Yet he’d shown no fear at all when he’d faced Victoria and Riley.… My mind was stuck, stunned and useless as my body. I stared at him, bewildered.

“Bella, love,” he said in his softest tone, walking toward me with exaggerated slowness, his hands held up, palms forward. Dazed as I was, it reminded me oddly of a suspect approaching a policeman, showing that he wasn’t armed.…

He's white, so he probably hasn't had to deal with that.

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“Bella, can you drop the rock, please? Carefully. Don’t hurt yourself.”

I’d forgotten all about my crude weapon, though I realized now that I was grasping it so hard that my knuckle was screaming in protest. Was it rebroken? Carlisle would put me in a cast for sure this time.

Edward hesitated a few feet from me, his hands still in the air, his eyes still fearful.

It took me a few long seconds to remember how to move my fingers. Then the rock clattered to the ground, while my hand stayed frozen in the same position.

Edward relaxed slightly when my hands were empty, but came no closer.

“You don’t have to be afraid, Bella,” Edward murmured. “You’re safe. I won’t hurt you.”

The mystifying promise only confused me further. I stared at him like an imbecile, trying to understand.

That's a decent summary of this series.

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“It’s going to be all right, Bella. I know you’re frightened now, but it’s over. No one is going to hurt you. I won’t touch you. I won’t hurt you,” he said again.

My eyes blinked furiously, and I found my voice. “Why do you keep saying that?”

I took an unsteady step toward him, and he leaned away from my advance.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you…” His golden eyes were suddenly as confused as I felt. “Aren’t you afraid of me?”

“Afraid of you? Why?”

I staggered forward another step, and then tripped over something—my own feet probably. Edward caught me, and I buried my face in his chest and started to sob.

“Bella, Bella, I’m so sorry. It’s over, it’s over.”

“I’m fine,” I gasped. “I’m okay. I’m just. Freaking out. Give me. A minute.”

Bella's entire contribution to the finale has been cutting herself with a rock and having a panic attack.

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His arms tightened around me. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured again and again.

I clung to him until I could breathe, and then I was kissing him—his chest, his shoulder, his neck—every part of him that I could reach. Slowly, my brain started to work again.

“Are you okay?” I demanded between kisses. “Did she hurt you at all?”

“I am absolutely fine,” he promised, burying his face in my hair.

"I'm kind of a badass, Bella."

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“Seth?”

Edward chuckled. “More than fine. Very pleased with himself, in fact.”

“The others? Alice, Esme? The wolves?”

“All fine. It’s over there, too. It went just as smoothly as I promised. We got the worst of it here.”

The giant battle that got so much stuntwork and Jasper punching teenagers' heads clean off in the film was a complete afterthought to Stephenie Meyer.

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I let myself absorb that for a moment, let it sink in and settle in my head.

My family and my friends were safe. Victoria was never coming after me again. It was over.

We were all going to be fine.

But I couldn’t completely take in the good news while I was still so confused.

“Tell me why,” I insisted. “Why did you think I would be afraid of you?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, apologizing yet again—for what? I had no idea. “So sorry. I didn’t want you to see that. See me like that. I know I must have terrified you.”

I had to think about that for another minute, about the hesitant way he’d approached me, his hands in the air. Like I was going to run if he moved too fast.…

“Seriously?” I finally asked. “You… what? Thought you’d scared me off?” I snorted. Snorting was good; a voice couldn’t tremble or break during a snort. It sounded impressively offhand.

He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head back to read my face.

“Bella, I just”—he hesitated and then forced the words out—“I just beheaded and dismembered a sentient creature not twenty yards from you. That doesn’t bother you?” He frowned at me.

I shrugged. Shrugging was good, too. Very blasé. “Not really. I was only afraid that you and Seth were going to get hurt. I wanted to help, but there’s only so much I can do.…”

"Bella, you're pretty loving creepy!"

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His suddenly livid expression made my voice fade out.

“Yes,” he said, his tone clipped. “Your little stunt with the rock. You know that you nearly gave me a heart attack? Not the easiest thing to do, that.”

His furious glower made it hard to answer.

“I wanted to help… Seth was hurt.…”

“Seth was only feigning that he was hurt, Bella. It was a trick. And then you…!” He shook his head, unable to finish. “Seth couldn’t see what you were doing, so I had to step in. Seth’s a bit disgruntled that he can’t claim a single-handed defeat now.”

“Seth was… faking?”

Edward nodded sternly.

“Oh.”

We both looked at Seth, who was studiously ignoring us, watching the flames. Smugness radiated from every hair in his fur.

This is the stupid bullshit I was talking about in the last chapter. The one time that Bella actually gets to do anything at all, the one time she actually seems to put herself in serious danger to save a life, Edward turns around and tells her that she didn't need to do it and she actually just made everything worse. It's almost like Meyer can't stand the idea of her protagonist having agency. She's basically telling her "Sit down and shut up. The men know what they're doing."

While Meyer likes to triumph herself as a feminist writer, it was only ever a superficial appearance given by simply having a female protagonist who occasionally makes quips and "isn't like the other girls." Her internalized misogyny rears its head constantly, from her rewrite in Life and Death changing the genderswapped Beau and Edythe's personalities to reinforce gender stereotypes about complex emotions to Bella's choices always leading toward her accepting traditional gender roles (with Meyer defending it as actually feminist because "she made the choice herself!").

While the quasi-rape scene two chapters ago was probably the nadir of the series altogether, this might be the lowest point for Meyer's treatment of Bella. She can't let her have even one moment of real heroism without jumping in to gently caress with it and laugh at her for daring to try.

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“Well, I didn’t know that,” I said, on the offense now. “And it’s not easy being the only helpless person around. Just you wait till I’m a vampire! I’m not going to be sitting on the sidelines next time.”

A dozen emotions flitted across his face before he settled on being amused. “Next time? Did you anticipate another war soon?”

“With my luck? Who knows?”

He rolled his eyes, but I could see that he was flying—the relief was making us both lightheaded. It was over.

Or… was it?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cphNpqKpKc4

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“Hold on. Didn’t you say something before—?” I flinched, remembering what exactly it had been before—what was I going to say to Jacob? My splintered heart throbbed out a painful, aching beat. It was hard to believe, almost impossible, but the hardest part of this day was not behind me—and then I soldiered on. “About a complication? And Alice, needing to nail down the schedule for Sam. You said it was going to be close. What was going to be close?”

Edward’s eyes flickered back to Seth, and they exchanged a loaded glance.

“Well?” I asked.

“It’s nothing, really,” Edward said quickly. “But we do need to be on our way.…”

It's not nothing. It might be the least "nothing" it could be.

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He started to pull me into place on his back, but I stiffened and drew away.

“Define nothing.”

Edward took my face between his palms. “We only have a minute, so don’t panic, all right? I told you that you had no reason to be afraid. Trust me on that, please?”

I nodded, trying to hide the sudden terror—how much more could I handle before I collapsed? “No reason to be afraid. Got it.”

He pursed his lips for a second, deciding what to say. And then he glanced abruptly at Seth, as if the wolf had called him.

“What’s she doing?” Edward asked.

Seth whined; it was an anxious, uneasy sound. It made the hair on the back of my neck rise.

Everything was dead silent for one endless second.

And then Edward gasped, “No!” and one of his hands flew out as if to grab something that I couldn’t see. “Don’t—!”

A spasm rocked through Seth’s body, and a howl, blistering with agony, ripped from his lungs.

Edward fell to his knees at the exact same moment, gripping the sides of his head with two hands, his face furrowed in pain.

I screamed once in bewildered terror, and dropped to my knees beside him. Stupidly, I tried to pull his hands from his face; my palms, clammy with sweat, slid off his marble skin.

With a loud squeaking noise?

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“Edward! Edward!”

His eyes focused on me; with obvious effort, he pulled his clenched teeth apart.

“It’s okay. We’re going to be fine. It’s—” He broke off, and winced again.

“What’s happening?” I cried out while Seth howled in anguish.

“We’re fine. We’re going to be okay,” Edward gasped. “Sam—help him—”

And I realized in that instant, when he said Sam’s name, that he was not speaking of himself and Seth. No unseen force was attacking them. This time, the crisis was not here.

He was using the pack plural.

I kept having to re-read this because that last sentence is such a clunky phrase that I couldn't figure out what she meant.

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I’d burned through all my adrenaline. My body had nothing left. I sagged, and Edward caught me before I could hit the rocks. He sprang to his feet, me in his arms.

Can we get a fainting/collapsing count on this series? So far I think she's done it more often than she's helped anyone.

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“Seth!” Edward shouted.

Seth was crouched, still tensed in agony, looking as if he meant to launch himself into the forest.

“No!” Edward ordered. “You go straight home. Now. As fast as you can!”

Seth whimpered, shaking his great head from side to side.

“Seth. Trust me.”

The huge wolf stared into Edward’s agonized eyes for one long second, and then he straightened up and flew into the trees, disappearing like a ghost.

Edward cradled me tightly against his chest, and then we were also hurtling through the shadowy forest, taking a different path than the wolf.

“Edward.” I fought to force the words through my constricted throat. “What happened, Edward? What happened to Sam? Where are we going? What’s happening?”

“We have to go back to the clearing,” he told me in a low voice. “We knew there was a good probability of this happening. Earlier this morning, Alice saw it and passed it through Sam to Seth. The Volturi decided it was time to intercede.”

The Volturi.

Too much. My mind refused to make sense of the words, pretended it couldn’t understand.

The trees jolted past us. He was running downhill so fast that it felt as if we were plummeting, falling out of control.

“Don’t panic. They aren’t coming for us. It’s just the normal contingent of the guard that usually cleans up this kind of mess. Nothing momentous, they’re merely doing their job. Of course, they seem to have timed their arrival very carefully. Which leads me to believe that no one in Italy would mourn if these newborns had reduced the size of the Cullen family.” The words came through his teeth, hard and bleak. “I’ll know for sure what they were thinking when they get to the clearing.”

I still can't even see the Volturi as villainous. They're just a cleanup crew and police force, no more moral than a vacuum cleaner.

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“Is that why we’re going back?” I whispered. Could I handle this? Images of flowing black robes crept into my unwilling mind, and I flinched away from them. I was close to a breaking point.

You've spent most of the last two books close to a breaking point!

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“It’s part of the reason. Mostly, it will be safer for us to present a united front at this point. They have no reason to harass us, but… Jane’s with them. If she thought we were alone somewhere away from the others, it might tempt her. Like Victoria, Jane will probably guess that I’m with you. Demetri, of course, is with her. He could find me, if Jane asked him to.”

I didn’t want to think that name. I didn’t want to see that blindingly exquisite, childlike face in my head. A strange sound came out of my throat.

“Shh, Bella, shh. It’s all going to be fine. Alice can see that.”

Alice could see? But… then where were the wolves? Where was the pack?

“The pack?”

“They had to leave quickly. The Volturi do not honor truces with werewolves.”

I could hear my breathing get faster, but I couldn’t control it. I started to gasp.

“I swear they will be fine,” Edward promised me. “The Volturi won’t recognize the scent—they won’t realize the wolves are here; this isn’t a species they are familiar with. The pack will be fine.”

Like I said, the thing about there being multiple types of werewolves will matter exactly once hundreds of pages from now.

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I couldn’t process his explanation. My concentration was ripped to shreds by my fears. We’re going to be fine, he had said before… and Seth, howling in agony… Edward had avoided my first question, distracted me with the Volturi.…

I was very close to the edge—just clinging by my fingertips.

The trees were a racing blur that flowed around him like jade waters.

“What happened?” I whispered again. “Before. When Seth was howling? When you were hurt?”

Edward hesitated.

“Edward! Tell me!”

“It was all over,” he whispered. I could barely hear him over the wind his speed created. “The wolves didn’t count their half… they thought they had them all. Of course, Alice couldn’t see.…”

“What happened?!”

“One of the newborns was hiding.… Leah found him—she was being stupid, cocky, trying to prove something. She engaged him alone.…”

This would be a lot more compelling if we could actually see it happen!

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“Leah,” I repeated, and I was too weak to feel shame for the relief that flooded through me. “Is she going to be okay?”

“Leah wasn’t hurt,” Edward mumbled.

I stared at him for a long second.

Sam—help him—Edward had gasped. Him, not her.

“We’re almost there,” Edward said, and he stared at a fixed point in the sky.

Automatically, my eyes followed his. There was a dark purple cloud hanging low over the trees. A cloud? But it was so abnormally sunny.… No, not a cloud—I recognized the thick column of smoke, just like the one at our campsite.

“Edward,” I said, my voice nearly inaudible. “Edward, someone got hurt.”

I’d heard Seth’s agony, seen the torture in Edward’s face.

“Yes,” he whispered.

Because I'm extremely done with Meyer trying to make everything pointlessly dramatic, I'll tell you right now that it's not really a life-threatening injury. It's the werewolf equivalent of breaking your arm.

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“Who?” I asked, though, of course, I already knew the answer.

Of course I did. Of course.

The trees were slowing around us as we came to our destination.

It took him a long moment to answer me.

“Jacob,” he said.

I was able to nod once.

“Of course,” I whispered.

And then I slipped off the edge I was clinging to inside my head.

Everything went black.

HopperUK
Apr 29, 2007

Why would an ambulance be leaving the hospital?
In a better book all this fainting would imply an ironic issue with low blood pressure.

Dawgstar
Jul 15, 2017

HopperUK posted:

In a better book all this fainting would imply an ironic issue with low blood pressure.

I think I've seen like on RiffTrax or somewhere 'well, no wonder no vampire wants to drink from her, she's clearly anemic.'

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

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I was first aware of the cool hands touching me. More than one pair of hands. Arms holding me, a palm curved to fit my cheek, fingers stroking my forehead, and more fingers pressed lightly into my wrist.

Then I was aware of the voices. They were just a humming at first, and then they grew in volume and clarity like someone was turning up a radio.

“Carlisle—it’s been five minutes.” Edward’s voice, anxious.

“She’ll come around when she’s ready, Edward.” Carlisle’s voice, always calm and sure. “She’s had too much to deal with today. Let her mind protect itself.”

But my mind was not protected. It was trapped in the knowledge that had not left me, even in unconsciousness—the pain that was part of the blackness.

I felt totally disconnected from my body. Like I was caged in some small corner of my head, no longer at the controls. But I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t think. The agony was too strong for that. There was no escape from it.

That's about how I feel reading this book.

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Jacob.

Jacob.

No, no, no, no, no…

“Alice, how long do we have?” Edward demanded, his voice still tense; Carlisle’s soothing words had not helped.

From farther away, Alice’s voice. It was brightly chipper. “Another five minutes. And Bella will open her eyes in thirty-seven seconds. I wouldn’t doubt that she can hear us now.”

It feels like even the author just wants us to dunk on Bella. Now Alice is calling her out for this right in front of her.

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“Bella, honey?” This was Esme’s soft, comforting voice. “Can you hear me? You’re safe now, dear.”

Yes, I was safe. Did that really matter?

Then cool lips were at my ear, and Edward was speaking the words that allowed me to escape from the torture that had me caged inside my own head.

“He’s going to live, Bella. Jacob Black is healing as I speak. He’ll be fine.”

As the pain and dread eased, I found my way back to my body. My eyelids fluttered.

“Oh, Bella,” Edward sighed in relief, and his lips touched mine.

“Edward,” I whispered.

“Yes, I’m here.”

I got my lids to open, and I stared into warm gold.

“Jacob is okay?” I asked.

“Yes,” he promised.

I watched his eyes carefully for some sign that he was placating me, but they were perfectly clear.

“I examined him myself,” Carlisle said then; I turned my head to find his face, only a few feet away. Carlisle’s expression was serious and reassuring at the same time. It was impossible to doubt him. “His life is not in any danger. He was healing at an incredible rate, though his injuries were extensive enough that it will still be a few days before he is back to normal, even if the rate of repair holds steady. As soon as we’re done here, I will do what I can to help him. Sam is trying to get him to phase back to his human form. That will make treating him easier.” Carlisle smiled slightly. “I’ve never been to veterinary school.”

All of this is just so embarrassing for Bella. Every time she's dramatic or tries to do anything other than sit quietly and let everyone else do things for her, she keeps having to get told "Actually everything is fine and you never had anything to worry about." It's happened so much and so blatantly that it comes off almost as mocking now.

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“What happened to him?” I whispered. “How bad are his injuries?”

Carlisle’s face was serious again. “Another wolf was in trouble—”

“Leah,” I breathed.

“Yes. He knocked her out of the way, but he didn’t have time to defend himself. The newborn got his arms around him. Most of the bones on the right half of his body were shattered.”

I flinched.

“Sam and Paul got there in time. He was already improving when they took him back to La Push.”

“He’ll be back to normal?” I asked.

“Yes, Bella. He won’t have any permanent damage.”

He's so okay, it won't even really matter for the next book! Bella was fainting and dissociating over a painful but ultimately minor injury for a werewolf's healing factor.

Actually, I think I would have preferred permanent damage. Other than Bella and Edward's engagement and the final removal of Victoria as a threat, there really hasn't been any lasting change to the main cast (and I'd hesitate to even call Victoria "main" when she didn't speak more than a few lines and only made a few tangential appearances in three books until the climax). There's less sense of tension than an average soap opera, and knowing how it ends means you already know the plot will progress in the most predictable manner possible. Almost nothing that happens ever matters.

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I took a deep breath.

“Three minutes,” Alice said quietly.

I struggled, trying to get vertical. Edward realized what I was doing and helped me to my feet.

I stared at the scene in front of me.

The Cullens stood in a loose semicircle around the bonfire. There were hardly any flames visible, just the thick, purple-black smoke, hovering like a disease against the bright grass. Jasper stood closest to the solid-seeming haze, in its shadow so that his skin did not glitter brilliantly in the sun the way the others did. He had his back to me, his shoulders tense, his arms slightly extended. There was something there, in his shadow. Something he crouched over with wary intensity.…

I was too numb to feel more than a mild shock when I realized what it was.

There were eight vampires in the clearing.

The girl was curled into a small ball beside the flames, her arms wrapped around her legs. She was very young. Younger than me—she looked maybe fifteen, dark-haired and slight. Her eyes were focused on me, and the irises were a shocking, brilliant red. Much brighter than Riley’s, almost glowing. They wheeled wildly, out of control.



Finally, 85% through the book, we get to meet the star of The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner, a novella we will not be reading because I flipped through it and it's still just as boring as the main series. Had you been watching the movie, you would have seen Bree several times before as a reluctant member of Victoria's army, including her hiding from the final battle instead of participating. It serves to make her ultimate fate have more impact on the audience than just throwing her at us at the end of the book so we can feel kinda sad.

Bree was played by 15-year-old Jodelle Ferland, another Canadian who became the youngest actress in history to earn a Daytime Emmy nomination for her role in the TV movie Mermaid at the age of 4. She made various minor appearances on shows filmed in Canada like Supernatural and Smallville before scoring the role of Bree. She's had a consistent career as she became an adult, including playing the undead Patience Buckner in The Cabin in the Woods and providing a Little Sister voice for BioShock 2, and is still keeping busy in film and TV every year.

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Edward saw my bewildered expression.

“She surrendered,” he told me quietly. “That’s one I’ve never seen before. Only Carlisle would think of offering. Jasper doesn’t approve.”

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the scene beside the fire. Jasper was rubbing absently at his left forearm.

“Is Jasper all right?” I whispered.

“He’s fine. The venom stings.”

“He was bitten?” I asked, horrified.

“He was trying to be everywhere at once. Trying to make sure Alice had nothing to do, actually.” Edward shook his head. “Alice doesn’t need anyone’s help.”

Alice grimaced toward her true love. “Overprotective fool.”

Another blow toward Bella. Alice, the tiny vampire she was absolutely convinced was going to get torn to shreds, is a loving murder machine like she kept getting told over and over again.

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The young female suddenly threw her head back like an animal and wailed shrilly.

Jasper growled at her and she cringed back, but her fingers dug into the ground like claws and her head whipped back and forth in anguish. Jasper took a step toward her, slipping deeper into his crouch. Edward moved with overdone casualness, turning our bodies so that he was between the girl and me. I peeked around his arm to watch the thrashing girl and Jasper.

Carlisle was at Jasper’s side in an instant. He put a restraining hand on his most recent son’s arm.

“Have you changed your mind, young one?” Carlisle asked, calm as ever. “We don’t want to destroy you, but we will if you can’t control yourself.”

“How can you stand it?” the girl groaned in a high, clear voice. “I want her.” Her bright crimson irises focused on Edward, through him, beyond him to me, and her nails ripped through the hard soil again.

I thought Bella was only supposed to "sing" to Edward. Does she just have unusually awesome blood toward every vampire?

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“You must stand it,” Carlisle told her gravely. “You must exercise control. It is possible, and it is the only thing that will save you now.”

The girl clutched her dirt-encrusted hands around her head, yowling quietly.

“Shouldn’t we move away from her?” I whispered, tugging on Edward’s arm. The girl’s lips pulled back over her teeth when she heard my voice, her expression one of torment.

“We have to stay here,” Edward murmured. “They are coming to the north end of the clearing now.”

My heart burst into a sprint as I scanned the clearing, but I couldn’t see anything past the thick pall of smoke.

After a second of fruitless searching, my gaze crept back to the young female vampire. She was still watching me, her eyes half-mad.

I met the girl’s stare for a long moment. Chin-length dark hair framed her face, which was alabaster pale. It was hard to tell if her features were beautiful, twisted as they were by rage and thirst. The feral red eyes were dominant—hard to look away from. She glared at me viciously, shuddering and writhing every few seconds.

I stared at her, mesmerized, wondering if I were looking into a mirror of my future.

I think the film removed Bree's blood craziness, which further emphasizes her victimhood in the scenes involving her.

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Then Carlisle and Jasper began to back toward the rest of us. Emmett, Rosalie, and Esme all converged hastily around where Edward stood with Alice and me. A united front, as Edward had said, with me at the heart, in the safest place.

I tore my attention away from the wild girl to search for the approaching monsters.

There was still nothing to see. I glanced at Edward, and his eyes were locked straight ahead. I tried to follow his gaze, but there was only the smoke—dense, oily smoke twisting low to the ground, rising lazily, undulating against the grass.

It billowed forward, darker in the middle.

“Hmm,” a dead voice murmured from the mist. I recognized the apathy at once.

She must have read the next book.

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“Welcome, Jane.” Edward’s tone was coolly courteous.

The dark shapes came closer, separating themselves from the haze, solidifying. I knew it would be Jane in the front—the darkest cloak, almost black, and the smallest figure by more than two feet. I could just barely make out Jane’s angelic features in the shade of the cowl.

The four gray-shrouded figures hulking behind her were also somewhat familiar. I was sure I recognized the biggest one, and while I stared, trying to confirm my suspicion, Felix looked up. He let his hood fall back slightly so that I could see him wink at me and smile. Edward was very still at my side, tightly in control.

Jane’s gaze moved slowly across the luminous faces of the Cullens and then touched on the newborn girl beside the fire; the newborn had her head in her hands again.

“I don’t understand.” Jane’s voice was toneless, but not quite as uninterested as before.

She's asking why this book took so long.

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“She has surrendered,” Edward explained, answering the confusion in her mind.

Jane’s dark eyes flashed to his face. “Surrendered?”

Felix and another shadow exchanged a quick glance.

Edward shrugged. “Carlisle gave her the option.”

“There are no options for those who break the rules,” Jane said flatly.

Carlisle spoke then, his voice mild. “That’s in your hands. As long as she was willing to halt her attack on us, I saw no need to destroy her. She was never taught.”

“That is irrelevant,” Jane insisted.

“As you wish.”

Bella had better get used to this if she wants to be a vampire. The rules under the Volturi are completely amoral and strictly enforced, and Carlisle has been around long enough to not question it. Getting involved in this kind of life isn't pleasant, regardless of how many millions of dollars your immortality gets you.

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Jane stared at Carlisle in consternation. She shook her head infinitesimally, and then composed her features.

“Aro hoped that we would get far enough west to see you, Carlisle. He sends his regards.”

Carlisle nodded. “I would appreciate it if you would convey mine to him.”

“Of course.” Jane smiled. Her face was almost too lovely when it was animated. She looked back toward the smoke. “It appears that you’ve done our work for us today… for the most part.” Her eyes flickered to the hostage. “Just out of professional curiosity, how many were there? They left quite a wake of destruction in Seattle.”

“Eighteen, including this one,” Carlisle answered.

Jane’s eyes widened, and she looked at the fire again, seeming to reassess the size of it. Felix and the other shadow exchanged a longer glance.

“Eighteen?” she repeated, her voice sounding unsure for the first time.

“All brand-new,” Carlisle said dismissively. “They were unskilled.”

“All?” Her voice turned sharp. “Then who was their creator?”

“Her name was Victoria,” Edward answered, no emotion in his voice.

“Was?” Jane asked.

Edward inclined his head toward the eastern forest. Jane’s eyes snapped up and focused on something far in the distance. The other pillar of smoke? I didn’t look away to check.

Jane stared to the east for a long moment, and then examined the closer bonfire again. “This Victoria—she was in addition to the eighteen here?”

“Yes. She had only one other with her. He was not as young as this one here, but no older than a year.”

“Twenty,” Jane breathed. “Who dealt with the creator?”

“I did,” Edward told her.

The apparent surprise at the size of this newborn army would be a lot more meaningful if we hadn't seen the Cullens and werewolves just effortlessly tear them apart with only minor injuries.

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Jane’s eyes narrowed, and she turned to the girl beside the fire. “You there,” she said, her dead voice harsher than before. “Your name.”

The newborn shot a baleful glare at Jane, her lips pressed tightly together.

Jane smiled back angelically.

The newborn girl’s answering scream was ear-piercing; her body arched stiffly into a distorted, unnatural position. I looked away, fighting the urge to cover my ears. I gritted my teeth, hoping to control my stomach. The screaming intensified. I tried to concentrate on Edward’s face, smooth and unemotional, but that made me remember when it had been Edward under Jane’s torturing gaze, and I felt sicker. I looked at Alice instead, and Esme next to her. Their faces were as empty as his.

Finally, it was quiet.

“Your name,” Jane said again, her voice inflectionless.

“Bree,” the girl gasped.

Stephenie Meyer in conjunction with Lionsgate released a series of seven short films, The Storytellers, that were chosen from among various independent pitches to be filmed showing the life of the vampire characters in the past. They didn't involve any of the original actors, but they're considered canon and do all of the effort she never did of fleshing out their stories.

Jane and Alec were both born with psychic powers like Alice (again, not really explained or ever seen outside of the vampires despite the implications for the rest of the universe) and, like Alice, were treated pretty badly for it. Whereas Alice was declared crazy and thrown in an asylum, Jane and Alec were set to be burned at the stake as witches; they were always this creepy and only became more sadistic after their transformation. While the Volturi knew about them and initially planned to let them come of age to avoid breaking the law against child vampires, Aro couldn't let the opportunity to get such powerful people under his command and rushed to transform them during their execution, killing the entire village in the process.

The story of Jane and Alec is covered in the film Consumed. The others are

* Turncoats, about Carlisle serving as a doctor in the American Revolution and dealing with a newborn vampire whose sister is disguised as a soldier.

* Sunrise, about two members of the Egyptian coven we'll meet later and their first days as vampires in 1810.

* The Mary Alice Brandon File, about Alice's imprisonment in the asylum.

* The Groundskeeper, about Alice's transformation into a vampire by the groundskeeper (who was once an African tribal prince) to save her from James and Victoria.

* We've Met Before, about Alice and Jasper's first meeting in a diner in 1948.

* Masque, about Esme struggling to deal with her blood hunger and prior trauma at a masquerade ball shortly after her transformation.

As you can see, every single one of this stories is way more goddamn interesting than the books. When we continue with Breaking Dawn I'll provide some information where it's relevant, as the stories do a lot of the heavy lifting in creating an actual universe for the ever-expanding cast of relatively flat characters who all know each other from before.

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Jane smiled, and the girl shrieked again. I held my breath until the sound of her agony stopped.

“She’ll tell you anything you want to know,” Edward said through his teeth. “You don’t have to do that.”

Jane looked up, sudden humor in her usually dead eyes. “Oh, I know,” she said to Edward, grinning at him before she turned back to the young vampire, Bree.

“Bree,” Jane said, her voice cold again. “Is his story true? Were there twenty of you?”

The girl lay panting, the side of her face pressed against the earth. She spoke quickly. “Nineteen or twenty, maybe more, I don’t know!” She cringed, terrified that her ignorance might bring on another round of torture. “Sara and the one whose name I don’t know got in a fight on the way.…”



The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner covers both Bree's transformation and the drama within the coven. The newborns were virtually uncontrollable, but some began to suspect that Riley had been lying to them about their weaknesses and Victoria's plans for them. Among other things, he claimed that vampires can only walk in sunlight for 4 days out of the year to keep them hidden at night while still being able to attack Forks. Because vampires can be dismembered and use venom to reattach the pieces, they regularly got into vicious fights or had Riley break pieces off them as punishment.

Because the newborns were so uncontrollable and Bella's scent drives them into a frenzy, they were easy pickings for the Cullens and the werewolves; Sara even killed another newborn herself in a rage before the battle.

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“And this Victoria—did she create you?”

“I don’t know,” she said, flinching again. “Riley never said her name. I didn’t see that night… it was so dark, and it hurt.…” Bree shuddered. “He didn’t want us to be able to think of her. He said that our thoughts weren’t safe.…”

Jane’s eyes flickered to Edward, and then back to the girl.

Victoria had planned this well. If she hadn’t followed Edward, there would have been no way to know for certain that she was involved.…

“Tell me about Riley,” Jane said. “Why did he bring you here?”

“Riley told us that we had to destroy the strange yellow-eyes here,” Bree babbled quickly and willingly. “He said it would be easy. He said that the city was theirs, and they were coming to get us. He said once they were gone, all the blood would be ours. He gave us her scent.” Bree lifted one hand and stabbed a finger in my direction. “He said we would know that we had the right coven, because she would be with them. He said whoever got to her first could have her.”

I heard Edward’s jaw flex beside me.

“It looks like Riley was wrong about the easy part,” Jane noted.

Riley and Victoria, of course, were just going to let all the newborns die. This was all just about one vampire holding a grudge against one human.

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Bree nodded, seeming relieved that the conversation had taken this non-painful course. She sat up carefully. “I don’t know what happened. We split up, but the others never came. And Riley left us, and he didn’t come to help like he promised. And then it was so confusing, and everybody was in pieces.” She shuddered again. “I was afraid. I wanted to run away. That one”—she looked at Carlisle—“said they wouldn’t hurt me if I stopped fighting.”

“Ah, but that wasn’t his gift to offer, young one,” Jane murmured, her voice oddly gentle now. “Broken rules demand a consequence.”

Bree stared at her, not comprehending.

Jane looked at Carlisle. “Are you sure you got all of them? The other half that split off?”

Carlisle’s face was very smooth as he nodded. “We split up, too.”

There were actually three members of the army (Fred, Shelly, and Steve) who fled before the battle and are believed to still be alive, but Meyer doesn't give a poo poo about any characters who aren't her main trio so they've never been seen again or referenced anywhere because she's too busy just rewriting the same book over and over.

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Jane half-smiled. “I can’t deny that I’m impressed.” The big shadows behind her murmured in agreement. “I’ve never seen a coven escape this magnitude of offensive intact. Do you know what was behind it? It seems like extreme behavior, considering the way you live here. And why was the girl the key?” Her eyes rested unwilling on me for one short second.

I shivered.

“Victoria held a grudge against Bella,” Edward told her, his voice impassive.

Jane laughed—the sound was golden, the bubbling laugh of a happy child. “This one seems to bring out bizarrely strong reactions in our kind,” she observed, smiling directly at me, her face beatific.

"It makes no loving sense! It's like someone is just making her the center of everything for no reason!"

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Edward stiffened. I looked at him in time to see his face turning away, back to Jane.

“Would you please not do that?” he asked in a tight voice.

Jane laughed again lightly. “Just checking. No harm done, apparently.”

I shivered, deeply grateful that the strange glitch in my system—which had protected me from Jane the last time we’d met—was still in effect. Edward’s arm tightened around me.

If you're hoping for any kind of explanation for it, prepare to be disappointed.

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“Well, it appears that there’s not much left for us to do. Odd,” Jane said, apathy creeping back into her voice. “We’re not used to being rendered unnecessary. It’s too bad we missed the fight. It sounds like it would have been entertaining to watch.”

“Yes,” Edward answered her quickly, his voice sharp. “And you were so close. It’s a shame you didn’t arrive just a half hour earlier. Perhaps then you could have fulfilled your purpose here.”

Jane met Edward’s glare with unwavering eyes. “Yes. Quite a pity how things turned out, isn’t it?”

Edward nodded once to himself, his suspicions confirmed.

This is something the novella about Bree Tanner and the film provide clarification on. The Volturi actually met with Victoria and Riley after their chaos in Seattle attracted too much attention. Rather than destroying their newborn army, they told them they had five days to fulfill whatever purpose the army was for and then destroy it. They weren't going to kill the Cullens themselves (as they had broken no rules), but they also didn't quite mind if they happened to die in this fight. Knowing that Edward is telepathic, Bree has been zapping all of the information she can into his head during this scene.

Would be great if any of it actually came up in the book!

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Jane turned to look at the newborn Bree again, her face completely bored. “Felix?” she drawled.

“Wait,” Edward interjected.

Jane raised one eyebrow, but Edward was staring at Carlisle while he spoke in an urgent voice. “We could explain the rules to the young one. She doesn’t seem unwilling to learn. She didn’t know what she was doing.”

“Of course,” Carlisle answered. “We would certainly be prepared to take responsibility for Bree.”

Jane’s expression was torn between amusement and disbelief. “We don’t make exceptions,” she said. “And we don’t give second chances. It’s bad for our reputation. Which reminds me…” Suddenly, her eyes were on me again, and her cherubic face dimpled. “Caius will be so interested to hear that you’re still human, Bella. Perhaps he’ll decide to visit.”

“The date is set,” Alice told Jane, speaking for the first time. “Perhaps we’ll come to visit you in a few months.”

Aro's gonna throw a party!

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Jane’s smile faded, and she shrugged indifferently, never looking at Alice. She turned to face Carlisle. “It was nice to meet you, Carlisle—I’d thought Aro was exaggerating. Well, until we meet again…”

Carlisle nodded, his expression pained.

“Take care of that, Felix,” Jane said, nodding toward Bree, her voice dripping boredom. “I want to go home.”

She can't miss her soaps.

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“Don’t watch,” Edward whispered in my ear.

I was only too eager to follow his instruction. I’d seen more than enough for one day—more than enough for one lifetime. I squeezed my eyes tightly together and turned my face into Edward’s chest.

But I could still hear.

There was a deep, rumbling growl, and then a high-pitched keen that was horribly familiar. That sound cut off quickly, and then the only sound was a sickening crunching and snapping.

Edward’s hand rubbed anxiously against my shoulders.

“Come,” Jane said, and I looked up in time to see the backs of the tall gray cloaks drifting away toward the curling smoke. The incense smell was strong again—fresh.

The gray cloaks disappeared into the thick mist.

SUPERMAN'S GAL PAL
Feb 21, 2006

Holy Moly! DARKSEID IS!

Carsile is such a hypocrite, a holy man and doctor who stands by while antagonists murder a literal and figurative child. It’s not the only example but it’s an egregious one. Meanwhile Jane is played up as so dangerous and awful, except this scene makes such little sense because you have:

- The Cullens, who despite all of Bella’s needless whining are all some level of powerful
- rapid-healing werewolves in the area that the antagonists aren’t used to dealing with
- the local police aka Charlie who at this point may have been alerted to fires in the area

I kind of hate how Meyer’s bland choices lead me to writing fanfic: imagine the high-stakes fight you could get here if Carsile actually stuck to his guns and told the Voltari to shove it, causing characters to be at risk, the Voltari’s shock as the werewolves come in for the last-minute save Jane et al aren’t prepared for, secondary characters on both sides die fighting for what they believe. Keep Bree alive to show Bella what she has to look forward to but give her some real second thoughts about what immortality will involve.

But then Meyer would have to make things hard on her characters, and we can’t have that! I’ve seen it said that a sign of caring about characters is making them suffer, not needlessly but making them really work for emotional growth, reaching their goals, etc. I don’t know if Meyer just didn’t care and wanted to pad her story out to her wanted ending, or if her own life has been so privileged she couldn’t imaging greater suffering than standing passively by and doing nothing to work toward an outcome?

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

SUPERMAN'S GAL PAL posted:

Carsile is such a hypocrite, a holy man and doctor who stands by while antagonists murder a literal and figurative child. It’s not the only example but it’s an egregious one. Meanwhile Jane is played up as so dangerous and awful, except this scene makes such little sense because you have:

- The Cullens, who despite all of Bella’s needless whining are all some level of powerful
- rapid-healing werewolves in the area that the antagonists aren’t used to dealing with
- the local police aka Charlie who at this point may have been alerted to fires in the area

I kind of hate how Meyer’s bland choices lead me to writing fanfic: imagine the high-stakes fight you could get here if Carsile actually stuck to his guns and told the Voltari to shove it, causing characters to be at risk, the Voltari’s shock as the werewolves come in for the last-minute save Jane et al aren’t prepared for, secondary characters on both sides die fighting for what they believe. Keep Bree alive to show Bella what she has to look forward to but give her some real second thoughts about what immortality will involve.

But then Meyer would have to make things hard on her characters, and we can’t have that! I’ve seen it said that a sign of caring about characters is making them suffer, not needlessly but making them really work for emotional growth, reaching their goals, etc. I don’t know if Meyer just didn’t care and wanted to pad her story out to her wanted ending, or if her own life has been so privileged she couldn’t imaging greater suffering than standing passively by and doing nothing to work toward an outcome?

I think it's possible for (again) a better writer to justify Carlisle and Edward's decision to stand by. While the Cullens and Quileute shapeshifters are powerful and could potentially kill the entire Volturi at risk to themselves (which might not be worth it to save one newborn who's still so blood-crazy that she was trying to break free to kill Bella minutes ago), Carlisle especially knows the value of the Volturi. They're the only vampire organization that's really dedicated itself to maintaining order and helping vampires avoid extinction by keeping a low profile. When they're not sitting around Volterra, they're flying around the world to kill immortal children and anyone who's causing too much chaos in cities. You can definitely see Meyer trying to write in a sense of professional respect between them and Carlisle. And there's no chance that they would just let it go, even if it would take them years to plot their revenge.

Bree's execution could be kept in because Carlisle understands that even if they won the fight with the Volturi with no casualties and had no chance of reprisal (a tall order), they would be creating a power vacuum by toppling an established order that's existed for millennia. Who knows how many newborn armies like Victoria's have been created and then destroyed by the Volturi before they had a chance to wipe a town off the map? How many times have they killed an indestructible, immortal child who was turned and began tearing its way through villages without any sense of morality? Carlisle knows that saving Bree would also mean the potential for many more human lives lost.

This would also serve as a proper introduction for Bella to what the vampire world is like. The rules and morality are nothing like they are among humans, and she would need to lose at least part of her human scruples if she wanted to survive among them without going insane. After so many ignored moments from the other Cullens about what she's getting into, this could be the trigger for her finally admitting to herself that she really didn't understand the consequences. Of course, this would also only be possible if Meyer wasn't so overtly treating vampirism as a metaphor for losing your virginity.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 26: Ethics

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The counter in Alice's bathroom was covered with a thousand different products, all claiming to beautify a person’s surface. Since everyone in this house was both perfect and impermeable, I could only assume that she’d bought most of these things with me in mind. I read the labels numbly, struck by the waste.

Bella Swan: Environmentalist.

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I was careful never to look in the long mirror.

Alice combed through my hair with a slow, rhythmic motion.

“That’s enough, Alice,” I said tonelessly. “I want to go back to La Push.”

How many hours had I waited for Charlie to finally leave Billy’s house so that I could see Jacob? Each minute, not knowing if Jacob was still breathing or not, had seemed like ten lifetimes. And then, when at last I’d been allowed to go, to see for myself that Jacob was alive, the time had gone so quickly. I felt like I’d barely caught my breath before Alice was calling Edward, insisting that I keep up this ridiculous sleepover façade. It seemed so insignificant.…

Bella, he's fine! He just needs a few days of bed rest! We've been over this!

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“Jacob’s still unconscious,” Alice answered. “Carlisle or Edward will call when he’s awake. Anyway, you need to go see Charlie. He was there at Billy’s house, he saw that Carlisle and Edward are back in from their trip, and he’s bound to be suspicious when you get home.”

I already had my story memorized and corroborated. “I don’t care. I want to be there when Jacob wakes up.”

“You need to think of Charlie now. You’ve had a long day—sorry, I know that doesn’t begin to cover it—but that doesn’t mean that you can shirk your responsibilities.” Her voice was serious, almost chiding. “It’s more important now than ever that Charlie stays safely in the dark. Play your role first, Bella, and then you can do what you want second. Part of being a Cullen is being meticulously responsible.”

Of course she was right. And if not for this same reason—a reason that was more powerful than all my fear and pain and guilt—Carlisle would never have been able to talk me into leaving Jacob’s side, unconscious or not.

We're once again seeing how much Bella would need to change herself to become a vampire. It's not just about three days of agony and then you get your perfect immortal life with your husband. Every single way that you operate needs to be changed to maintain your cover and you need to be extremely meticulous about every detail. Your relationships with humans must necessarily be limited to keep anything from being exposed about your true nature. When you don't digest food, do you eat and then throw it back up to maintain your cover or come up with an excuse every time you get invited to lunch? How many times do you let someone get hurt or even die because you can't show your supernatural strength or reflexes? In Midnight Sun, we see Rosalie seriously suggest euthanizing Bella in her sleep after Edward saves her from the van to keep their secret.

Every time Meyer glosses over these problems or comes up with an excuse to ignore them, it makes it more and more obvious how much this is an analogue for sex rather than a fleshed-out story and characters. Robert Pattinson himself said he felt like he was acting out her weird sexual fantasies as Edward.

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“Go home,” Alice ordered. “Talk to Charlie. Flesh out your alibi. Keep him safe.”

I stood, and the blood flowed down to my feet, stinging like the pricks of a thousand needles. I’d been sitting still for a long time.

“That dress is adorable on you,” Alice cooed.

“Huh? Oh. Er—thanks again for the clothes,” I mumbled out of courtesy rather than real gratitude.

“You need the evidence,” Alice said, her eyes innocent and wide. “What’s a shopping trip without a new outfit? It’s very flattering, if I do say so myself.”

I blinked, unable to remember what she’d dressed me in. I couldn’t keep my thoughts from skittering away every few seconds, insects running from the light.…

“Jacob is fine, Bella,” Alice said, easily interpreting my preoccupation. “There’s no hurry. If you realized how much extra morphine Carlisle had to give him—what with his temperature burning it off so quickly—you would know that he’s going to be out for a while.”

At least he wasn’t in any pain. Not yet.

Bella fretting over nothing would always be aggravating for how much page time it takes up, but it's even dumber because every character keeps having to roll their eyes and tell her to quit being such a drama queen about everything. It's like they're the only ones who know they're in a book and want this poo poo to hurry along.

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“Is there anything you want to talk about before you leave?” Alice asked sympathetically. “You must be more than a little traumatized.”

I knew what she was curious about. But I had other questions.

“Will I be like that?” I asked her, my voice subdued. “Like that girl Bree in the meadow?”

There were many things I needed to think of, but I couldn’t seem to get her out of my head, the newborn whose other life was now—abruptly—over. Her face, twisted with desire for my blood, lingered behind my eyelids.

Alice stroked my arm. “Everyone is different. But something like that, yes.”

I was very still, trying to imagine.

“It passes,” she promised.

“How soon?”

She shrugged. “A few years, maybe less. It might be different for you. I’ve never seen anyone go through this who’s chosen it beforehand. It should be interesting to see how that affects you.”

“Interesting,” I repeated.

She actually isn't anything like that and instantly has perfect control! With no explanation except that she's the author's self-insert!

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“We’ll keep you out of trouble.”

“I know that. I trust you.” My voice was monotone, dead.

Alice’s forehead puckered. “If you’re worried about Carlisle and Edward, I’m sure they’ll be fine. I believe Sam is beginning to trust us… well, to trust Carlisle, at least. It’s a good thing, too. I imagine the atmosphere got a little tense when Carlisle had to rebreak the fractures—”

“Please, Alice.”

“Sorry.”

I took a deep breath to steady myself. Jacob had begun healing too quickly, and some of his bones had set wrong. He’d been out cold for the process, but it was still hard to think about.

Crunchy.

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“Alice, can I ask you a question? About the future?”

She was suddenly wary. “You know I don’t see everything.”

“It’s not that, exactly. But you do see my future, sometimes. Why is that, do you think, when nothing else works on me? Not what Jane can do, or Edward or Aro…” My sentence trailed off with my interest level. My curiosity on this point was fleeting, heavily overshadowed by more pressing emotions.

Alice, however, found the question very interesting. “Jasper, too, Bella—his talent works on your body just as well as it does on anyone else’s. That’s the difference, do you see it? Jasper’s abilities affect the body physically. He really does calm your system down, or excite it. It’s not an illusion. And I see visions of outcomes, not the reasons and thoughts behind the decisions that create them. It’s outside the mind, not an illusion, either; reality, or at least one version of it. But Jane and Edward and Aro and Demetri—they work inside the mind. Jane only creates an illusion of pain. She doesn’t really hurt your body, you only think you feel it. You see, Bella? You are safe inside your mind. No one can reach you there. It’s no wonder that Aro was so curious about your future abilities.”

This is the only explanation we'll ever get about Bella's "shield." The only people we see with special powers are seen after they've already been turned into vampires, so we're not going to get Bella encountering anything deeper in the supernatural world despite canon evidence of psychic powers in humans. There's an implication of a much bigger and more complex world that we just never see.

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She watched my face to see if I was following her logic. In truth, her words had all started to run together, the syllables and sounds losing their meaning. I couldn’t concentrate on them. Still, I nodded. Trying to look like I got it.

She wasn’t fooled. She stroked my cheek and murmured, “He’s going to be okay, Bella. I don’t need a vision to know that. Are you ready to go?”

“One more thing. Can I ask you another question about the future? I don’t want specifics, just an overview.”

“I’ll do my best,” she said, doubtful again.

“Can you still see me becoming a vampire?”

“Oh, that’s easy. Sure, I do.”

I nodded slowly.

She examined my face, her eyes unfathomable. “Don’t you know your own mind, Bella?”

Nope. That's a whole can of worms in there.

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“I do. I just wanted to be sure.”

“I’m only as sure as you are, Bella. You know that. If you were to change your mind, what I see would change… or disappear, in your case.”

I sighed. “That isn’t going to happen, though.”

Nothing can get in the way of Stephenie Meyer's fantasies!

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She put her arms around me. “I’m sorry. I can’t really empathize. My first memory is of seeing Jasper’s face in my future; I always knew that he was where my life was headed. But I can sympathize. I’m so sorry you have to choose between two good things.”

Alice, are you...okay?

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I shook off her arms. “Don’t feel sorry for me.” There were people who deserved sympathy. I wasn’t one of them. And there wasn’t any choice to make—there was just breaking a good heart to attend to now. “I’ll go deal with Charlie.”

I drove my truck home, where Charlie was waiting just as suspiciously as Alice had expected.

“Hey, Bella. How was your shopping trip?” he greeted me when I walked into the kitchen. He had his arms folded over his chest, his eyes on my face.

“Long,” I said dully. “We just got back.”

Charlie assessed my mood. “I guess you already heard about Jake, then?”

“Yes. The rest of the Cullens beat us home. Esme told us where Carlisle and Edward were.”

“Are you okay?”

“Worried about Jake. As soon as I make dinner, I’m going down to La Push.”

“I told you those motorcycles were dangerous. I hope this makes you realize that I wasn’t kidding around.”

I wonder if they had Alice set up an accident scene as enthusiastically as she trashed their hotel room in Phoenix last year.

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I nodded as I started pulling things out of the fridge. Charlie settled himself in at the table. He seemed to be in a more talkative mood than usual.

“I don’t think you need to worry about Jake too much. Anyone who can cuss with that kind of energy is going to recover.”

“Jake was awake when you saw him?” I asked, spinning to look at him.

“Oh, yeah, he was awake. You should have heard him—actually, it’s better you didn’t. I don’t think there was anyone in La Push who couldn’t hear him. I don’t know where he picked up that vocabulary, but I hope he hasn’t been using that kind of language around you.”

It would be a much more interesting book if he did!

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“He had a pretty good excuse today. How did he look?”

“Messed up. His friends carried him in. Good thing they’re big boys, ’cause that kid’s an armful. Carlisle said his right leg is broken, and his right arm. Pretty much the whole right side of his body got crushed when he wrecked that drat bike.” Charlie shook his head. “If I ever hear of you riding again, Bella—”

“No problem there, Dad. You won’t. Do you really think Jake’s okay?”

“Sure, Bella, don’t worry. He was himself enough to tease me.”

“Tease you?” I echoed in shock.

“Yeah—in between insulting somebody’s mother and taking the Lord’s name in vain, he said, ‘Bet you’re glad she loves Cullen instead of me today, huh, Charlie?’”

I really want to hear this entire rant he unloaded on Charlie.

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I turned back to the fridge so that he couldn’t see my face.

“And I couldn’t argue. Edward’s more mature than Jacob when it comes to your safety, I’ll give him that much.”

“Jacob’s plenty mature,” I muttered defensively. “I’m sure this wasn’t his fault.”

A very mature rapist. Let's not forget that part. Ever.

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“Weird day today,” Charlie mused after a minute. “You know, I don’t put much stock in that superstitious crap, but it was odd.… It was like Billy knew something bad was going to happen to Jake. He was nervous as a turkey on Thanksgiving all morning. I don’t think he heard anything I said to him.

“And then, weirder than that—remember back in February and March when we had all that trouble with the wolves?”

I bent down to get a frying pan out of the cupboard, and hid there an extra second or two.

“Yeah,” I mumbled.

“I hope we’re not going to have a problem with that again. This morning, we were out in the boat, and Billy wasn’t paying any attention to me or the fish, when all of a sudden, you could hear wolves yowling in the woods. More than one, and, boy, was it loud. Sounded like they were right there in the village. Weirdest part was, Billy turned the boat around and headed straight back to the harbor like they were calling to him personally. Didn’t even hear me ask what he was doing.

“The noise stopped before we got the boat docked. But all of a sudden Billy was in the biggest hurry not to miss the game, though we had hours still. He was mumbling some nonsense about an earlier showing… of a live game? I tell you, Bella, it was odd.

Oh look, even more character interaction that's more interesting than watching two dudes fight over a girl before one of them uses a suicide threat to molest her!

The real rewritten Twilight we need is one that's just from Charlie's perspective.

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“Well, he found some game he said he wanted to watch, but then he just ignored it. He was on the phone the whole time, calling Sue, and Emily, and your friend Quil’s grandpa. Couldn’t quite make out what he was looking for—he just chatted real casual with them.

“Then the howling started again right outside the house. I’ve never heard anything like it—I had goose bumps on my arms. I asked Billy—had to shout over the noise—if he’d been setting traps in his yard. It sounded like the animal was in serious pain.”

I winced, but Charlie was so caught up in his story that he didn’t notice.

“’Course I forgot all about that till just this minute, ’cause that’s when Jake made it home. One minute it was that wolf yowling, and then you couldn’t hear it anymore—Jake’s cussing drowned it right out. Got a set of lungs on him, that boy does.”

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

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Charlie paused for a minute, his face thoughtful. “Funny that some good should come out of this mess. I didn’t think they were ever going to get over that fool prejudice they have against the Cullens down there. But somebody called Carlisle, and Billy was real grateful when he showed up. I thought we should get Jake up to the hospital, but Billy wanted to keep him home, and Carlisle agreed. I guess Carlisle knows what’s best. Generous of him to sign up for such a long stretch of house calls.”

“And…” he paused, as if unwilling to say something. He sighed, and then continued. “And Edward was really… nice. He seemed as worried about Jacob as you are—like that was his brother lying there. The look in his eyes…” Charlie shook his head. “He’s a decent guy, Bella. I’ll try to remember that. No promises, though.” He grinned at me.

I thought Edward would be happy that his fiancee's rapist got a few broken limbs for his trouble. I guess a bond forged in fire really can forgive anything!

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“I won’t hold you to it,” I mumbled.

Charlie stretched his legs and groaned. “It’s nice to be home. You wouldn’t believe how crowded Billy’s little place gets. Seven of Jake’s friends all squished themselves into that little front room—I could hardly breathe. Have you ever noticed how big those Quileute kids all are?”

“Yeah, I have.”

Charlie stared at me, his eyes abruptly more focused. “Really, Bella, Carlisle said Jake will be up and around in no time. Said it looked a lot worse than it was. He’s going to be fine.”

I just nodded.

Jacob had looked so… strangely fragile when I’d hurried down to see him as soon as Charlie had left. He’d had braces everywhere—Carlisle said there was no point in plaster, as fast as he was healing. His face had been pale and drawn, deeply unconscious though he was at the time. Breakable. Huge as he was, he’d looked very breakable. Maybe that had just been my imagination, coupled with the knowledge that I was going to have to break him.

Jacob is 6'7 and solid, rippling muscle. He's about the same size as Hulk Hogan in his prime.

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If only I could be struck by lightning and be split in two. Preferably painfully. For the first time, giving up being human felt like a true sacrifice. Like it might be too much to lose.

Only now?!

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I put Charlie’s dinner on the table next to his elbow and headed for the door.

“Er, Bella? Could you wait just a second?”

“Did I forget something?” I asked, eyeing his plate.

“No, no. I just… want to ask a favor.” Charlie frowned and looked at the floor. “Have a seat—this won’t take long.”

I sat across from him, a little confused. I tried to focus. “What do you need, Dad?”

“Here’s the gist of it, Bella.” Charlie flushed. “Maybe I’m just feeling… superstitious after hanging out with Billy while he was being so strange all day. But I have this… hunch. I feel like… I’m going to lose you soon.”

"It's like the author is telling me something..."

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“Don’t be silly, Dad,” I mumbled guiltily. “You want me to go to school, don’t you?”

“Just promise me one thing.”

I was hesitant, ready to rescind. “Okay…”

“Will you tell me before you do anything major? Before you run off with him or something?”

“Dad…,” I moaned.

“I’m serious. I won’t kick up a fuss. Just give me some advance notice. Give me a chance to hug you goodbye.”

Cringing mentally, I held up my hand. “This is silly. But, if it makes you happy,… I promise.”

“Thanks, Bella,” he said. “I love you, kid.”

“I love you, too, Dad.” I touched his shoulder, and then shoved away from the table. “If you need anything, I’ll be at Billy’s.”

I didn’t look back as I ran out. This was just perfect, just what I needed right now. I grumbled to myself all the way to La Push.

Dawgstar
Jul 15, 2017

It may have come up earlier in the thread, but I seem to recall Meyer saying she never really read any vampire fiction before and oh my lord does it really show here.

PetraCore
Jul 20, 2017

👁️🔥👁️👁️👁️BE NOT👄AFRAID👁️👁️👁️🔥👁️

I always felt bad for Bree, but you're right, the Volturi aren't really villains. They eat and murder humans without concern, of course, but so does every single non-'vegetarian' vampire, including several allies from the next book. The whole point is without vampire cops that stick very firmly to the rules without playing favorites, you'd get a lot more massacres and killing sprees, which is a lot more objective good to the world than Bella ever does.

It's never really explained what the age cutoff for vampire child is, is it? Bree's 15 and, well, about as vicious as any newborn but with more self-preservation in the movie, she's clearly old enough to get a hold on herself someday if it wasn't for dying. I got the impression Alec and Jane died when they were about 13, since a big deal is made of how small and young-seeming they are? And they're, uh, off, and frozen brain development at a relatively young age could be part of what Meyer was thinking with that, but again, they were old enough that they've got self-control and self-preservation instincts, even if the Volturi would have preferred to turn them at an older age.

Also I know you talked about Alec and Jane's backstory a while back, but my impression from when I read the books years ago is that their near-death twisted their psychic powers? Like Alec used to be more of a healer and Jane could do more stuff, too, but the, you know, excruciating pain of almost being burned alive and then the 3 days of pain and 'burning' from the transformation means she can just spitefully project that pain out at other people now? I always thought the idea of that was interesting in that, like, she's kind of stuck being her worst self forever now because that's the mindset she was at when she died.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

PetraCore posted:

I always felt bad for Bree, but you're right, the Volturi aren't really villains. They eat and murder humans without concern, of course, but so does every single non-'vegetarian' vampire, including several allies from the next book. The whole point is without vampire cops that stick very firmly to the rules without playing favorites, you'd get a lot more massacres and killing sprees, which is a lot more objective good to the world than Bella ever does.

It's never really explained what the age cutoff for vampire child is, is it? Bree's 15 and, well, about as vicious as any newborn but with more self-preservation in the movie, she's clearly old enough to get a hold on herself someday if it wasn't for dying. I got the impression Alec and Jane died when they were about 13, since a big deal is made of how small and young-seeming they are? And they're, uh, off, and frozen brain development at a relatively young age could be part of what Meyer was thinking with that, but again, they were old enough that they've got self-control and self-preservation instincts, even if the Volturi would have preferred to turn them at an older age.

Also I know you talked about Alec and Jane's backstory a while back, but my impression from when I read the books years ago is that their near-death twisted their psychic powers? Like Alec used to be more of a healer and Jane could do more stuff, too, but the, you know, excruciating pain of almost being burned alive and then the 3 days of pain and 'burning' from the transformation means she can just spitefully project that pain out at other people now? I always thought the idea of that was interesting in that, like, she's kind of stuck being her worst self forever now because that's the mindset she was at when she died.

According to the canon created by the short films, they were creepy kids who used their powers to help people they liked while also hurting people they didn't. They were in the middle of their burning when Aro showed up, slaughtered the entire village, and turned them as they were on the brink of death. Combined with Caius's influence (because that dude is a total freak), Jane in particular ended up becoming particularly sadistic in her treatment of others.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v__nseag8bU

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

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Carlisle’s black Mercedes was not in front of Billy’s house. That was both good and bad. Obviously, I needed to talk to Jacob alone. Yet I still wished I could somehow hold Edward’s hand, like I had before, when Jacob was unconscious. Impossible. But I missed Edward—it had seemed like a very long afternoon alone with Alice. I supposed that made my answer quite obvious. I already knew that I couldn’t live without Edward. That fact wasn’t going to make this any less painful.

I tapped quietly on the front door.

“Come in, Bella,” Billy said. The roar of my truck was easy to recognize.

I let myself in.

“Hey, Billy. Is he awake?” I asked.

“He woke up about a half hour ago, just before the doctor left. Go on in. I think he’s been waiting for you.”

I flinched, and then took a deep breath. “Thanks.”

I hesitated at the door to Jacob’s room, not sure whether to knock. I decided to peek first, hoping—coward that I was—that maybe he’d gone back to sleep. I felt like I could use just a few more minutes.

No no, it's definitely okay to be afraid of Jacob now.

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I opened the door a crack and leaned hesitantly in.

Jacob was waiting for me, his face calm and smooth. The haggard, gaunt look was gone, but only a careful blankness took its place. There was no animation in his dark eyes.

It was hard to look at his face, knowing that I loved him. It made more of a difference than I would have thought. I wondered if it had always been this hard for him, all this time.

Yes, very hard for him to resist the urge to rape you!

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Thankfully, someone had covered him with a quilt. It was a relief not to have to see the extent of the damage.

I stepped in and shut the door quietly behind me.

“Hi, Jake,” I murmured.

He didn’t answer at first. He looked at my face for a long moment. Then, with some effort, he rearranged his expression into a slightly mocking smile.

“Yeah, I sort of thought it might be like that.” He sighed. “Today has definitely taken a turn for the worse. First I pick the wrong place, miss the best fight, and Seth gets all the glory. Then Leah has to be an idiot trying to prove she’s as tough as the rest of us and I have to be the idiot who saves her. And now this.” He waved his left hand toward me where I hesitated by the door.

“How are you feeling?” I mumbled. What a stupid question.

“A little stoned. Dr. Fang isn’t sure how much pain medication I need, so he’s going with trial and error. Think he overdid it.”

This is the closest this book will ever get to drug use. I don't think Bella even drinks coffee or tea. Does it surprise you, though?

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“But you’re not in pain.”

“No. At least, I can’t feel my injuries,” he said, smiling mockingly again.

I bit my lip. I was never going to get through this. Why didn’t anyone ever try to kill me when I wanted to die?

This is the funniest line in the entire series.

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The wry humor left his face, and his eyes warmed up. His forehead creased, like he was worried.

“How about you?” he asked, sounding really concerned. “Are you okay?”

Me?” I stared at him. Maybe he had taken too many drugs. “Why?”

“Well, I mean, I was pretty sure that he wouldn’t actually hurt you, but I wasn’t sure how bad it was going to be. I’ve been going a little crazy with worrying about you ever since I woke up. I didn’t know if you were going to be allowed to visit or anything. The suspense was terrible. How did it go? Was he mean to you? I’m sorry if it was bad. I didn’t mean for you to have to go through that alone. I was thinking I’d be there.…”

It took me a minute to even understand. He babbled on, looking more and more awkward, until I got what he was saying. Then I hurried to reassure him.

Geeeeet hosed. Was it not enough that you used a threat of suicide to sexually assault her? Now you have to redirect the anger onto her fiancee?

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“No, no, Jake! I’m fine. Too fine, really. Of course he wasn’t mean. I wish!”

His eyes widened in what looked like horror. “What?”

“He wasn’t even mad at me—he wasn’t even mad at you! He’s so unselfish it makes me feel even worse. I wish he would have yelled at me or something. It’s not like I don’t deserve… well, much worse than getting yelled at. But he doesn’t care. He just wants me to be happy.”

“He wasn’t mad?” Jacob asked, incredulous.

“No. He was… much too kind.” Jacob stared for another minute, and then he suddenly frowned. “Well, drat!” he growled.

“What’s wrong, Jake? Does it hurt?” My hands fluttered uselessly as I looked around for his medication.

“No,” he grumbled in a disgusted tone. “I can’t believe this! He didn’t give you an ultimatum or anything?”

“Not even close—what’s wrong with you?”

He scowled and shook his head. “I was sort of counting on his reaction. drat it all. He’s better than I thought.”

What a disgusting fucker. How the hell did people leave this book liking him?

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The way he said it, though angrier, reminded me of Edward’s tribute to Jacob’s lack of ethics in the tent this morning. Which meant that Jake was still hoping, still fighting. I winced as that stabbed deep.

“He’s not playing any game, Jake,” I said quietly.

“You bet he is. He’s playing every bit as hard as I am, only he knows what he’s doing and I don’t. Don’t blame me because he’s a better manipulator than I am—I haven’t been around long enough to learn all his tricks.”

Stephenie Meyer wrote an entire description of New Moon from Jacob's perspective because of fans accusing him of being manipulative, and she wanted to prove otherwise as he states outright that he's being manipulative.

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“He isn’t manipulating me!”

“Yes, he is! When are you going to wake up and realize that he’s not as perfect as you think he is?”

“At least he didn’t threaten to kill himself to make me kiss him,” I snapped. As soon as the words were out, I flushed with chagrin. “Wait. Pretend that didn’t slip out. I swore to myself that I wasn’t going to say anything about that.”

He took a deep breath. When he spoke, he was calmer. “Why not?”

“Because I didn’t come here to blame you for anything.”

“It’s true, though,” he said evenly. “I did do that.”

You should probably have been arrested at some point in this book, in fact!

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“I don’t care, Jake. I’m not mad.”

He smiled. “I don’t care, either. I knew you’d forgive me, and I’m glad I did it. I’d do it again. At least I have that much. At least I made you see that you do love me. That’s worth something.”

I hate this book so much. I hate Stephenie Meyer now.

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“Is it? Is it really better than if I was still in the dark?”

“Don’t you think you ought to know how you feel—just so that it doesn’t take you by surprise someday when it’s too late and you’re a married vampire?”

I shook my head. “No—I didn’t mean better for me. I meant better for you. Does it make things better or worse for you, having me know that I’m in love with you? When it doesn’t make a difference either way. Would it have been better, easier for you, if I never clued in?”

He took my question as seriously as I’d meant it, thinking carefully before he answered. “Yes, it’s better to have you know,” he finally decided. “If you hadn’t figured it out… I’d have always wondered if your decision would have been different if you had. Now I know. I did everything I could.” He dragged in an unsteady breath, and closed his eyes.

Imagine if that scene in the forest was actual rape, not just forced kissing with rape overtones (including talking about how violent it was and him telling her to admit that she likes it). Imagine if, after being raped, Bella realized that she enjoyed it and thus was actually in love with Jacob, and he is now describing it as a justified way of getting her to date him instead.

The next book I'm reading is one that has violent BDSM and was written by an outright sexual predator, and it somehow manages to be less creepy than this. I think it's because The Revelator is so over the top and edgelord that it comes off as grotesquely humorous. This is more insidious, like she legitimately doesn't understand relationships or boundaries, and is putting it in a book aimed at teenage girls and telling them that this sort of thing is okay.

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This time I did not—could not—resist the urge to comfort him. I crossed the small room and kneeled by his head, afraid to sit on the bed in case I jostled it and hurt him, and leaned in to touch my forehead to his cheek. J

acob sighed, and put his hand on my hair, holding me there.

“I’m so sorry, Jake.”

“I always knew this was a long shot. It’s not your fault, Bella.”

“Not you, too,” I moaned. “Please.”

He pulled away to look at me. “What?”

“It is my fault. And I’m so sick of being told it’s not.”

Yeah! It's your fault for *checks notes* being molested?

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He grinned. It didn’t touch his eyes. “You want me to haul you over the coals?”

“Actually… I think I do.”

He pursed his lips as he measured how much I meant it. A smile flashed across his face briefly, and then he twisted his expression into a fierce scowl.

“Kissing me back like that was inexcusable.” He spit the words at me. “If you knew you were just going to take it back, maybe you shouldn’t have been quite so convincing about it.”

I winced and nodded. “I’m so sorry.”

How is it getting worse?

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“Sorry doesn’t make anything better, Bella. What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t,” I whispered.

“You should have told me to go die. That’s what you want.”

“No, Jacob,” I whimpered, fighting against the budding tears. “No! Never.”

“You’re not crying?” he demanded, his voice suddenly back to its normal tone. He twitched impatiently on the bed.

“Yeah,” I muttered, laughing weakly at myself through the tears that were suddenly sobs.

What is this bizarre roleplaying fuckery? Who the hell writes this poo poo?

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He shifted his weight, throwing his good leg off the bed as if he were going to try to stand.

“What are you doing?” I demanded through the tears. “Lie down, you idiot, you’ll hurt yourself!” I jumped to my feet and pushed his good shoulder down with two hands.

He surrendered, leaning back with a gasp of pain, but he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me down on the bed, against his good side. I curled up there, trying to stifle the silly sobs against his hot skin.

“I can’t believe you’re crying,” he mumbled. “You know I just said those things because you wanted me to. I didn’t mean them.” His hand rubbed against my shoulders.

I have no words for how awful this is.

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“I know.” I took a deep, ragged breath, trying to control myself. How did I end up being the one crying while he did the comforting? “It’s all still true, though. Thanks for saying it out loud.”

“Do I get points for making you cry?”

“Sure, Jake.” I tried to smile. “As many as you want.”

“Don’t worry, Bella, honey. It’s all going to work out.”

“I don’t see how,” I muttered.

He patted the top of my head. “I’m going to give in and be good.”

“More games?” I wondered, tilting my chin so that I could see his face.

“Maybe.” He laughed with a bit of effort, and then winced. “But I’m going to try.”

I frowned.

“Don’t be so pessimistic,” he complained. “Give me a little credit.”

“What do you mean by ‘be good’?”

“I’ll be your friend, Bella,” he said quietly. “I won’t ask for more than that.”

“I think it’s too late for that, Jake. How can we be friends, when we love each other like this?”

You mean "How can we be friends, when you keep assaulting me and telling me it's just so you can try to force me to break up my engagement?"

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He looked at the ceiling, his stare intent, as if he were reading something that was written there. “Maybe… it will have to be a long-distance friendship.”

I clenched my teeth together, glad he wasn’t looking at my face, fighting against the sobs that threatened to overtake me again. I needed to be strong, and I had no idea how.…

“You know that story in the Bible?” Jacob asked suddenly, still reading the blank ceiling. “The one with the king and the two women fighting over the baby?”

“Sure. King Solomon.”

“That’s right. King Solomon,” he repeated. “And he said, cut the kid in half… but it was only a test. Just to see who would give up their share to protect it.”

“Yeah, I remember.”

He looked back at my face. “I’m not going to cut you in half anymore, Bella.”

I understood what he was saying. He was telling me that he loved me the most, that his surrender proved it. I wanted to defend Edward, to tell Jacob how Edward would do the same thing if I wanted, if I would let him. I was the one who wouldn’t renounce my claim there. But there was no point in starting an argument that would only hurt him more.

I feel unclean for having read this.

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I closed my eyes, willing myself to control the pain. I couldn’t impose that on him.

We were quiet for a moment. He seemed to be waiting for me to say something; I was trying to think of something to say.

“Can I tell you what the worst part is?” he asked hesitantly when I said nothing. “Do you mind? I am going to be good.”

“Will it help?” I whispered.

“It might. It couldn’t hurt.”

“What’s the worst part, then?”

“The worse part is knowing what would have been.”

“What might have been.” I sighed.

Oh look, it's another roundabout conversation where they just repeat the same arguments over and over!

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“No.” Jacob shook his head. “I’m exactly right for you, Bella. It would have been effortless for us—comfortable, easy as breathing. I was the natural path your life would have taken.…” He stared into space for a moment, and I waited. “If the world was the way it was supposed to be, if there were no monsters and no magic…”

Ironically, this is probably accurate in a twisted meta sense. Jacob probably would have been a good boyfriend for Bella had he maintained the same personality he did before his first werewolf transformation, when he was still just a nice guy who liked working on cars and watching lovely action movies.

If the supernatural side of things didn't exist at all and Bella just ended up in Forks in a normal world without vampires, where Edward Masen died of the Spanish Flu in 1917 and Carlisle Cullen was just the crazy son of a Protestant preacher in the 17th century, she probably would have struck up a friendship and eventual romance with Jacob after first meeting the Quileute with her friends on a trip to La Push. The transformation of Jacob into a rage-filled sexual predator only occurred because Stephenie Meyer needed a foil to her perfect vampire boyfriend, someone who was a flawed alternative that would create strife.

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I could see what he saw, and I knew that he was right. If the world was the sane place it was supposed to be, Jacob and I would have been together. And we would have been happy. He was my soul mate in that world—would have been my soul mate still if his claim had not been overshadowed by something stronger, something so strong that it could not exist in a rational world.

Was it out there for Jacob, too? Something that would trump a soul mate? I had to believe that it was.

Oh you're gonna be real excited to find out who it is!

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Two futures, two soul mates… too much for any one person. And so unfair that I wouldn’t be the only one to pay for it. Jacob’s pain seemed too high a price. Cringing at the thought of that price, I wondered if I would have wavered, if I hadn’t lost Edward once. If I didn’t know what it was like to live without him. I wasn’t sure. That knowledge was so deep a part of me, I couldn’t imagine how I would feel without it.

“He’s like a drug for you, Bella.” His voice was still gentle, not at all critical. “I see that you can’t live without him now. It’s too late. But I would have been healthier for you. Not a drug; I would have been the air, the sun.”

The corner of my mouth turned up in a wistful half-smile. “I used to think of you that way, you know. Like the sun. My personal sun. You balanced out the clouds nicely for me.”

He sighed. “The clouds I can handle. But I can’t fight with an eclipse.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7u0wg3t6osM

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I touched his face, laying my hand against his cheek. He exhaled at my touch and closed his eyes. It was very quiet. For a minute I could hear the beating of his heart, slow and even.

“Tell me the worst part for you,” he whispered.

“I think that might be a bad idea.”

“Please.”

“I think it will hurt.”

“Please.”

How could I deny him anything at this point?

You should deny him a lot of things!

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“The worst part…” I hesitated, and then let words spill out in a flood of truth. “The worst part is that I saw the whole thing—our whole life. And I want it bad, Jake, I want it all. I want to stay right here and never move. I want to love you and make you happy. And I can’t, and it’s killing me. It’s like Sam and Emily, Jake—I never had a choice. I always knew nothing would change. Maybe that’s why I was fighting against you so hard.”

Again, I dare you to find any point in the previous book where it actually seemed like Jacob had a legitimate shot. Any point where Bella's ruminations on dating him or having romantic interest in him weren't immediately suppressed with "But he's not my Edward, and nothing will ever fill that void except Edward coming back."

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He seemed to be concentrating on breathing evenly.

“I knew I shouldn’t have told you that.”

He shook his head slowly. “No. I’m glad you did. Thank you.” He kissed the top of my head, and then he sighed. “I’ll be good now.”

I looked up, and he was smiling.

“So you’re going to get married, huh?”

“We don’t have to talk about that.”

“I’d like to know some of the details. I don’t know when I’ll talk to you again.”

I had to wait for a minute before I could speak. When I was pretty sure that my voice wouldn’t break, I answered his question.

“It’s not really my idea… but, yes. It means a lot to him. I figure, why not?”

Jake nodded. “That’s true. It’s not such a big thing—in comparison.”

His voice was very calm, very practical. I stared at him, curious about how he was managing, and that ruined it. He met my eyes for a second, and then twisted his head away. I waited to speak until his breathing was under control.

Every time this happens I picture Jacob just wolfing out right there.

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“Yes. In comparison,” I agreed.

“How long do you have left?”

“That depends on how long it takes Alice to pull a wedding together.”

At her speed? I give her 12 hours.

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I suppressed a groan, imagining what Alice would do.

“Before or after?” he asked quietly.

I knew what he meant. “After.”

He nodded. This was a relief to him. I wondered how many sleepless nights the thought of my graduation had given him.

“Are you scared?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

“What are you afraid of?” I could barely hear his voice now. He stared down at my hands.

This couldn't be a more obvious virginity metaphor if Edward had to wear tooth condoms during sex to avoid accidentally turning her.

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“Lots of things.” I worked to make my voice lighter, but I stayed honest. “I’ve never been much of a masochist, so I’m not looking forward to the pain. And I wish there was some way to keep him away—I don’t want him to suffer with me, but I don’t think there’s any way around it. There’s dealing with Charlie, too, and Renée.… And then afterward, I hope I’ll be able to control myself soon. Maybe I’ll be such a menace that the pack will have to take me out.”

He looked up with a disapproving expression. “I’d hamstring any one of my brothers who tried.”

“Thanks.”

He smiled halfheartedly. Then he frowned. “But isn’t it more dangerous than that? In all of the stories, they say it’s too hard… they lose control… people die.…” He gulped.

“No, I’m not afraid of that. Silly Jacob—don’t you know better than to believe vampire stories?”

He obviously didn’t appreciate my attempt at humor.

This isn't a joke! You can kill lots of people!

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“Well, anyway, lots to worry about. But worth it, in the end.”

He nodded unwillingly, and I knew that he in no way agreed with me.

I stretched my neck up to whisper in his ear, laying my cheek against his warm skin. “You know I love you.”

“I know,” he breathed, his arm tightening automatically around my waist. “You know how much I wish it was enough.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll always be waiting in the wings, Bella,” he promised, lightening his tone and loosening his arm. I pulled away with a dull, dragging sense of loss, feeling the tearing separation as I left a part of me behind, there on the bed next to him. “You’ll always have that spare option if you want it.”

She won't!

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I made an effort to smile. “Until my heart stops beating.”

He grinned back. “You know, I think maybe I’d still take you—maybe. I guess that depends on how much you stink.”

“Should I come back to see you? Or would you rather I didn’t?”

“I’ll think it through and get back to you,” he said. “I might need the company to keep from going crazy. The vampire surgeon extraordinaire says I can’t phase until he gives the okay—it might mess up the way the bones are set.” Jacob made a face.

“Be good and do what Carlisle tells you to do. You’ll get well faster.”

“Sure, sure.”

He's one of like, two decent people in this series. Listen to him.

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“I wonder when it will happen,” I said. “When the right girl is going to catch your eye.”

“Don’t get your hopes up, Bella.” Jacob’s voice was abruptly sour. “Though I’m sure it would be a relief for you.”

“Maybe, maybe not. I probably won’t think she’s good enough for you. I wonder how jealous I’ll be.”

“That part might be kind of fun,” he admitted.

Someone please tell me if Meyer had already planned who Jacob would imprint on in the next book when she wrote this. I need to know if this foreshadowing is meant to sound like it does.

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“Let me know if you want me to come back, and I’ll be here,” I promised.

With a sigh, he turned his cheek toward me.

I leaned in and kissed his face softly. “Love you, Jacob.”

He laughed lightly. “Love you more.”

He watched me walk out of his room with an unfathomable expression in his black eyes.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

We only have two more chapters before Eclipse comes to an end and I take a much needed sanity break from Twilight, so I decided to be proactive and start the thread for William Control's stupid rape books. I'll be heading in there once we've taken care of this book.

Cythereal
Nov 8, 2009

I love the potoo,
and the potoo loves you.

chitoryu12 posted:

I don't think Bella even drinks coffee or tea. Does it surprise you, though?

Her Mormonism is showing.

I don't know why Meyer didn't outright write her to be one.

Dienes
Nov 4, 2009

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Cythereal posted:

Her Mormonism is showing.

I don't know why Meyer didn't outright write her to be one.

I imagine because if she was Mormon the elders would have already married her off by the time she meets Edward.

HopperUK
Apr 29, 2007

Why would an ambulance be leaving the hospital?
I like Carlisle and this stupid book makes me grumpy. I'd rather have a book that's just flat-out terrible than this, where it keeps just - *nearly* being interesting. It's nearly a good story. It *nearly* has fun characters. How can she keep missing the target so badly?

RaspberrySea
Nov 29, 2004
God wait til the next book where they introduce like, 50 new and fun sounding characters but gently caress you, reader, let's hear some more from Jacob instead.

Dawgstar
Jul 15, 2017

Cythereal posted:

Her Mormonism is showing.

It was funny how in the first book, I think it was, Bella's idea of a date night outfit was a modest blouse and a sensible tan skirt. Very wanton.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Dawgstar posted:

It was funny how in the first book, I think it was, Bella's idea of a date night outfit was a modest blouse and a sensible tan skirt. Very wanton.

And if I remember correctly, Edward's outfit in Port Angeles was khaki pants and a tan sweater.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 27: Needs

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I didn't get very far before driving became impossible.

When I couldn’t see anymore, I let my tires find the rough shoulder and rolled slowly to a stop. I slumped over on the seat and allowed the weakness I’d fought in Jacob’s room crush me. It was worse than I’d thought—the force of it took me by surprise. Yes, I had been right to hide this from Jacob. No one should ever see this.

But I wasn’t alone for very long—just exactly long enough for Alice to see me here, and then the few minutes it took him to arrive. The door creaked open, and he pulled me into his arms.

Wouldn't that get creepy after a while? Alice doesn't seem to have any filter on telling Edward what she sees, and he bullies his family into going along with him anyway. You're constantly being spied on.

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At first it was worse. Because there was that smaller part of me—smaller, but getting louder and angrier every minute, screaming at the rest of me—that craved a different set of arms. So then there was fresh guilt to season the pain.

He didn’t say anything, he just let me sob until I began to blubber out Charlie’s name.

“Are you really ready to go home?” he asked doubtfully.

I managed to convey, after several attempts, that it wasn’t going to get any better anytime soon. I needed to get past Charlie before it got late enough for him to call Billy.

So he drove me home—for once not even getting close to my truck’s internal speed limit—keeping one arm wrapped tightly around me. The whole way, I fought for control. It seemed to be a doomed effort at first, but I didn’t give up. Just a few seconds, I told myself. Just time for a few excuses, or a few lies, and then I could break down again. I had to be able to do that much. I scrambled around in my head, searching desperately for a reserve of strength.

Has there been a single chapter so far without Bella suffering a breakdown of some kind? This is just such a miserable read.

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There was just enough for me to quiet the sobs—hold them back but not end them. The tears didn’t slow. I couldn’t seem to find any handle to even begin to work with those.

“Wait for me upstairs,” I mumbled when we were in front of the house.

He hugged me closer for one minute, and then he was gone.

Once inside, I headed straight for the stairs.

“Bella?” Charlie called after me from his usual place on the sofa as I walked by.

I turned to look at him without speaking. His eyes bugged wide, and he lurched to his feet.

“What happened? Is Jacob…?” he demanded.

I shook my head furiously, trying to find my voice. “He’s fine, he’s fine,” I promised, my voice low and husky. And Jacob was fine, physically, which is all Charlie was worried about at the moment.

“But what happened?” He grabbed my shoulders, his eyes still anxious and wide. “What happened to you?”

I must look worse than I’d imagined.

You'd think by now Charlie would be used to Bella returning home a complete mess.

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“Nothing, Dad. I… just had to talk to Jacob about… some things that were hard. I’m fine.”

The anxiety calmed, and was replaced by disapproval.

“Was this really the best time?” he asked.

“Probably not, Dad, but I didn’t have any alternatives—it just got to the point where I had to choose.… Sometimes, there isn’t any way to compromise.”

Especially with a rapist!

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He shook his head slowly. “How did he handle it?”

I didn’t answer.

He looked at my face for a minute, and then nodded. That must have been answer enough.

“I hope you didn’t mess up his recovery.”

“He’s a quick healer,” I mumbled.

Don't sound so disappointed.

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Charlie sighed.

I could feel the control slipping.

“I’ll be in my room,” I told him, shrugging out from underneath his hands.

“’Kay,” Charlie agreed. He could probably see the waterworks starting to escalate. Nothing scared Charlie worse than tears.

Probably because it tends to be combined with you doing something dangerous.

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I made my way to my room, blind and stumbling.

Once inside, I fought with the clasp on my bracelet, trying to undo it with shaking fingers.

“No, Bella,” Edward whispered, capturing my hands. “It’s part of who you are.”

He pulled me into the cradle of his arms as the sobs broke free again.

...what?

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This longest of days seemed to stretch on and on and on. I wondered if it would ever end.

But, though the night dragged relentlessly, it was not the worst night of my life. I took comfort from that. And I was not alone. There was a great deal of comfort in that, too.

Charlie’s fear of emotional outbursts kept him from checking on me, though I was not quiet—he probably got no more sleep than I did.

Charlie's life has been so awful and it's entirely his ex-wife and daughter's fault.

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My hindsight seemed unbearably clear tonight. I could see every mistake I’d made, every bit of harm I’d done, the small things and the big things. Each pain I’d caused Jacob, each wound I’d given Edward, stacked up into neat piles that I could not ignore or deny.

And I realized that I’d been wrong all along about the magnets. It had not been Edward and Jacob that I’d been trying to force together, it was the two parts of myself, Edward’s Bella and Jacob’s Bella. But they could not exist together, and I never should have tried.

I’d done so much damage.

The worst part is that she's done all sorts of poo poo and Edward and Jacob still come off as worse. How many times have they abused this girl or used her as a pawn against each other, then blamed her for them doing it? This whole plot is three severely hosed up youths being assholes.

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At some point in the night, I remembered the promise I’d made to myself early this morning—that I would never make Edward see me shed another tear for Jacob Black. The thought brought on a round of hysteria which frightened Edward more than the weeping. But it passed, too, when it had run its course.

This isn't even interesting to read. It's just depressing.

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Edward said little; he just held me on the bed and let me ruin his shirt, staining it with salt water.

It took longer than I thought it would for that smaller, broken part of me to cry herself out. It happened, though, and I was eventually exhausted enough to sleep. Unconsciousness did not bring full relief from the pain, just a numbing, dulling ease, like medicine. Made it more bearable. But it was still there; I was aware of it, even asleep, and that helped me to make the adjustments I needed to make.

The morning brought with it, if not a brighter outlook, at least a measure of control, some acceptance. Instinctively, I knew that the new tear in my heart would always ache. That was just going to be a part of me now. Time would make it easier—that’s what everyone always said. But I didn’t care if time healed me or not, so long as Jacob could get better. Could be happy again.

When I woke up, there was no disorientation. I opened my eyes—finally dry—and met his anxious gaze.

“Hey,” I said. My voice was hoarse. I cleared my throat.

He didn’t answer. He watched me, waiting for it to start.

“No, I’m fine,” I promised. “That won’t happen again.”

Doubtful!

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His eyes tightened at my words.

“I’m sorry that you had to see that,” I said. “That wasn’t fair to you.”

He put his hands on either side of my face.

“Bella… are you sure? Did you make the right choice? I’ve never seen you in so much pain—” His voice broke on the last word.

But I had known worse pain.

I touched his lips. “Yes.”

“I don’t know.…” His brow creased. “If it hurts you so much, how can it possibly be the right thing for you?”

“Edward, I know who I can’t live without.”

I read a bit ahead in Breaking Dawn and no, absolutely nothing about their relationship changes. Even after marriage Edward is still throwing dramatic angst-filled tantrums, calling himself a monster, and freaking out that Bella secretly hates him. Even she starts to get tired of it by their honeymoon.

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“But…”

I shook my head. “You don’t understand. You may be brave enough or strong enough to live without me, if that’s what’s best. But I could never be that self-sacrificing. I have to be with you. It’s the only way I can live.”

That is an incredibly disquieting thing to hear someone say to you in real life.

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He still looked dubious. I should never have let him stay with me last night. But I had needed him so much.…

“Hand me that book, will you?” I asked, pointing over his shoulder.

His eyebrows pulled together in confusion, but he gave it to me quickly.

“This again?” he asked.

“I just wanted to find this one part I remembered… to see how she said it.…” I flipped through the book, finding the page I wanted easily. The corner was dog-eared from the many times I’d stopped here. “Cathy’s a monster, but there were a few things she got right,” I muttered. I read the lines quietly, mostly to myself. “‘If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.’” I nodded, again to myself. “I know exactly what she means. And I know who I can’t live without.”

Edward took the book from my hands and flipped it across the room—it landed with a light thud on my desk. He wrapped his arms around my waist.

A small smile lit his perfect face, though worry still lined his forehead. “Heathcliff had his moments, too,” he said. He didn’t need the book to get it word perfect. He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, “‘I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!’”

Is Meyer framing Heathcliff and Cathy's relationship as good? Did she even read the book?

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“Yes,” I said quietly. “That’s my point.”

“Bella, I can’t stand for you to be miserable. Maybe…”

“No, Edward. I’ve made a real mess of things, and I’m going to have to live with that. But I know what I want and what I need… and what I’m going to do now.”

“What are we going to do now?”

I smiled just a bit at his correction, and then I sighed. “We are going to go see Alice.”

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Alice was on the bottom porch step, too hyper to wait for us inside. She looked about to break into a celebration dance, so excited was she about the news she knew I was there to deliver.

“Thank you, Bella!” she sang as we got out of the truck.

“Hold it, Alice,” I warned her, lifting a hand up to halt her glee. “I’ve got a few limitations for you.”

“I know, I know, I know. I only have until August thirteenth at the latest, you have veto power on the guest list, and if I go overboard on anything, you’ll never speak to me again.”

“Oh, okay. Well, yeah. You know the rules, then.”

If Alice did that to me I would change something just to spite her.

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“Don’t worry, Bella, it will be perfect. Do you want to see your dress?”

I had to take a few deep breaths. Whatever makes her happy, I said to myself.

“Sure.” Alice’s smile was smug. “Um, Alice,” I said, keeping the casual, unruffled tone in my voice. “When did you get me a dress?”

It probably wasn’t much of a show. Edward squeezed my hand.

Alice led the way inside, heading for the stairs. “These things take time, Bella,” Alice explained. Her tone seemed… evasive. “I mean, I wasn’t sure things were going to turn out this way, but there was a distinct possibility.…”

Edward and Bella break up and Alice nervously pushes ruffled white cloth back in the closet with her feet.

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“When?” I asked again.

“Perrine Bruyere has a waiting list, you know,” she said, defensive now. “Fabric masterpieces don’t happen overnight. If I hadn’t thought ahead, you’d be wearing something off the rack!”

It didn’t look like I was going to get a straight answer. “Per—who?”

“He’s not a major designer, Bella, so there’s no need to throw a hissy fit. He’s got promise, though, and he specializes in what I needed.”

“I’m not throwing a fit.”

“No, you’re not.” She eyed my calm face suspiciously. Then, as we walked into her room, she turned on Edward.

Bella throws so many tantrums that it's now suspicious when she's calm.

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“You—out.”

“Why?” I demanded.

“Bella,” she groaned. “You know the rules. He’s not supposed to see the dress till the day of.”

I took another deep breath. “It doesn’t matter to me. And you know he’s already seen it in your head. But if that’s how you want it.…”

She shoved Edward back out the door. He didn’t even look at her—his eyes were on me, wary, afraid to leave me alone.

I nodded, hoping my expression was tranquil enough to reassure him.

Alice shut the door in his face.

These people are so weird.

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“All right!” she muttered. “C’mon.”

She grabbed my wrist and towed me to her closet—which was bigger than my bedroom—and then dragged me to the back corner, where a long white garment bag had a rack all to itself.

She unzipped the bag in one sweeping movement, and then slipped it carefully off the hanger. She took a step back, holding her hand out to the dress like she was a game show hostess.

“Well?” she asked breathlessly.

I appraised it for a long moment, playing with her a bit. Her expression turned worried.

“Ah,” I said, and I smiled, letting her relax. “I see.”

“What do you think?” she demanded.

It was my Anne of Green Gables vision all over again.

“It’s perfect, of course. Exactly right. You’re a genius.”

She grinned. “I know.”

“Nineteen-eighteen?” I guessed.

“More or less,” she said, nodding. “Some of it is my design, the train, the veil.…” She touched the white satin as she spoke. “The lace is vintage. Do you like it?”

I see that famous Stephenie Meyer eye for detail is coming out! I can picture this dress perfectly!

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“It’s beautiful. It’s just right for him.”

“But is it just right for you?” she insisted.

“Yes, I think it is, Alice. I think it’s just what I need. I know you’ll do a great job with this… if you can keep yourself in check.”

She beamed.

“Can I see your dress?” I asked.

She blinked, her face blank.

“Didn’t you order your bridesmaid dress at the same time? I wouldn’t want my maid of honor to wear something off the rack.” I pretended to wince in horror.

She threw her arms around my waist. “Thank you, Bella!”

“How could you not see that one coming?” I teased, kissing her spiky hair. “Some psychic you are!”

Alice danced back, and her face was bright with fresh enthusiasm. “I’ve got so much to do! Go play with Edward. I have to get to work.”

She dashed out of the room, yelling, “Esme!” as she disappeared.

Alice may be a complete weirdo, but I'd follow her over Bella any day.

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I followed at my own pace. Edward was waiting for me in the hallway, leaning against the wood-paneled wall.

“That was very, very nice of you,” he told me.

“She seems happy,” I agreed.

He touched my face; his eyes—too dark, it had been so long since he’d left me—searched my expression minutely.

“Let’s get out of here,” he suddenly suggested. “Let’s go to our meadow.”

It sounded very appealing. “I guess I don’t have to hide out anymore, do I?”

“No. The danger is behind us.”

At least until the next book!

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He was quiet, thoughtful, as he ran. The wind blew on my face, warmer now that the storm had really passed. The clouds covered the sky, the way they usually did.

The meadow was a peaceful, happy place today. Patches of summer daisies interrupted the grass with splashes of white and yellow. I lay back, ignoring the slight dampness of the ground, and looked for pictures in the clouds. They were too even, too smooth. No pictures, just a soft, gray blanket.

Edward lay next to me and held my hand.

“August thirteenth?” he asked casually after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“That gives me a month till my birthday. I didn’t want to cut it too close.”

He sighed. “Esme is three years older than Carlisle—technically. Did you know that?”

I shook my head.

“It hasn’t made any difference to them.”

Stop reminding me of how much of a babyface Carlisle should be. The perfect doctor who looks like he's barely out of college that adopted a bunch of high school students.

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My voice was serene, a counterpoint to his anxiety. “My age is not really that important. Edward, I’m ready. I’ve chosen my life—now I want to start living it.”

He stroked my hair. “The guest list veto?”

“I don’t care really, but I…” I hesitated, not wanting to explain this one. Best to get it over with. “I’m not sure if Alice would feel the need to invite… a few werewolves. I don’t know if… Jake would feel like… like he should come. Like that’s the right thing to do, or that I’d get my feelings hurt if he didn’t. He shouldn’t have to go through that.”

I'm sure they would all show up wearing nothing but jorts to the wedding.

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Edward was quiet for a minute. I stared at the tips of the treetops, almost black against the light gray of the sky.

Suddenly, Edward grabbed me around the waist and pulled me onto his chest.

“Tell me why you’re doing this, Bella. Why did you decide, now, to give Alice free rein?”

I repeated for him the conversation I had with Charlie last night before I’d gone to see Jacob.

“It wouldn’t be fair to keep Charlie out of this,” I concluded. “And that means Renée and Phil. I might as well let Alice have her fun, too. Maybe it will make the whole thing easier for Charlie if he gets his proper goodbye. Even if he thinks it’s much too early, I wouldn’t want to cheat him out of the chance to walk me down the aisle.” I grimaced at the words, then took another deep breath. “At least my mom and dad and my friends will know the best part of my choice, the most I’m allowed to tell them. They’ll know I chose you, and they’ll know we’re together. They’ll know I’m happy, wherever I am. I think that’s the best I can do for them.”

That's the most concern she's shown for her dad in any situation that isn't him at risk of dying!

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Edward held my face, searching it for a brief time.

“Deal’s off,” he said abruptly.

What?” I gasped. “You’re backing out? No!”

“I’m not backing out, Bella. I’ll still keep my side of the bargain. But you’re off the hook. Whatever you want, no strings attached.”

“Why?”

“Bella, I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to make everyone else happy. And I don’t care about anyone else’s feelings. I only need you to be happy. Don’t worry about breaking the news to Alice. I’ll take care of it. I promise she won’t make you feel guilty.”

God this dude is so loving obnoxious.

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“But I—”

“No. We’re doing this your way. Because my way doesn’t work. I call you stubborn, but look at what I’ve done. I’ve clung with such idiotic obstinacy to my idea of what’s best for you, though it’s only hurt you. Hurt you so deeply, time and time again. I don’t trust myself anymore. You can have happiness your way. My way is always wrong. So.” He shifted under me, squaring his shoulders. “We’re doing it your way, Bella. Tonight. Today. The sooner the better. I’ll speak to Carlisle. I was thinking that maybe if we gave you enough morphine, it wouldn’t be so bad. It’s worth a try.” He gritted his teeth.

“Edward, no—”

He put his finger to my lips. “Don’t worry, Bella, love. I haven’t forgotten the rest of your demands.”

How could you stand to date a guy like this, let alone marry him? This dude's a walking r/relationships post.

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His hands were in my hair, his lips moving softly—but very seriously—against mine, before I realized what he was saying. What he was doing.

There wasn’t much time to act. If I waited too long, I wouldn’t be able to remember why I needed to stop him. Already, I couldn’t breathe right. My hands were gripping his arms, pulling myself tighter to him, my mouth glued to his and answering every unspoken question his asked.

I tried to clear my head, to find a way to speak. He rolled gently, pressing me into the cool grass.

Oh, never mind! my less noble side exulted. My head was full of the sweetness of his breath.

No, no, no, I argued with myself. I shook my head, and his mouth moved to my neck, giving me a chance to breathe.

“Stop, Edward. Wait.” My voice was as weak as my will.

“Why?” he whispered into the hollow of my throat.

I labored to put some resolve into my tone. “I don’t want to do this now.”

I had to read ahead to check that yes, this was him trying to turn Bella into a vampire right in the middle of the goddamn meadow and not about just having sex. Carlisle would need to give her morphine regardless!

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“Don’t you?” he asked, a smile in his voice. He moved his lips back to mine and made speaking impossible. Heat coursed through my veins, burning where my skin touched his.

I made myself focus. It took a great deal of effort just to force my hands to free themselves from his hair, to move them to his chest. But I did it. And then I shoved against him, trying to push him away. I could not succeed alone, but he responded as I knew he would.

He pulled back a few inches to look at me, and his eyes did nothing to help my resolve. They were black fire. They smoldered.

“Why?” he asked again, his voice low and rough. “I love you. I want you. Right now.”

The butterflies in my stomach flooded my throat. He took advantage of my speechlessness.

“Wait, wait,” I tried to say around his lips.

“Not for me,” he murmured in disagreement.

Why does this book keep having these scenes

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Please?” I gasped.

He groaned, and pushed himself away from me, rolling onto his back again.

We both lay there for a minute, trying to slow our breathing.

“Tell me why not, Bella,” he demanded. “This had better not be about me.”

Everything in my world was about him. What a silly thing to expect.

“Edward, this is very important to me. I am going to do this right.”

“Who’s definition of right?”

“Mine.”

He rolled onto his elbow and stared at me, his expression disapproving.

Imagine having to deal with this prick for eternity.

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How are you going to do this right?”

I took a deep breath. “Responsibly. Everything in the right order. I will not leave Charlie and Renée without the best resolution I can give them. I won’t deny Alice her fun, if I’m having a wedding anyway. And I will tie myself to you in every human way, before I ask you to make me immortal. I’m following all the rules, Edward. Your soul is far, far too important to me to take chances with. You’re not going to budge me on this.”

“I’ll bet I could,” he murmured, his eyes burning again.

“But you wouldn’t,” I said, trying to keep my voice level. “Not knowing that this is what I really need.”

“You don’t fight fair,” he accused.

That's right! No vampirism before marriage!

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I grinned at him. “Never said I did.”

He smiled back, wistful. “If you change your mind…”

“You’ll be the first to know,” I promised.

The rain started to drip through the clouds just then, a few scattered drops that made faint thuds as they struck the grass.

I glowered at the sky.

“I’ll get you home.” He brushed the tiny beads of water from my cheeks.

“Rain’s not the problem,” I grumbled. “It just means that it’s time to go do something that will be very unpleasant and possibly even highly dangerous.”

His eyes widened in alarm.

“It’s a good thing you’re bulletproof.” I sighed. “I’m going to need that ring. It’s time to tell Charlie.”

A dramatic reenactment of Edward telling Charlie of their engagement:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a0-cg3cyETY

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He laughed at the expression on my face. “Highly dangerous,” he agreed. He laughed again and then reached into the pocket of his jeans. “But at least there’s no need for a side trip.”

He once again slid my ring into place on the third finger of my left hand.

Where it would stay—conceivably for the rest of eternity.

chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 21:06 on Feb 27, 2020

Midjack
Dec 24, 2007



These fukkin’ books, geez.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Epilogue - Choice

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“Jacob, do you think this is going to take too much longer?” Leah demanded. Impatient. Whiney.

My teeth clenched together.

Like anyone in the pack, Leah knew everything. She knew why I came here—to the very edge of the earth and sky and sea. To be alone. She knew that this was all I wanted. Just to be alone.

But Leah was going to force her company on me, anyway.

Besides being crazy annoyed, I did feel smug for a brief second. Because I didn’t even have to think about controlling my temper. It was easy now, something I just did, natural. The red haze didn’t wash over my eyes. The heat didn’t shiver down my spine. My voice was calm when I answered.

“Jump off a cliff, Leah.” I pointed to the one at my feet.

For the first time, Stephenie Meyer is writing from the perspective of someone else! This epilogue will take place from the perspective of Jacob, and it does him absolutely no favors as a character.

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“Really, kid.” She ignored me, throwing herself into a sprawl on the ground next to me. “You have no idea how hard this is for me.”

“For you?” It took me a minute to believe she was serious. “You have to be the most self-absorbed person alive, Leah. I’d hate to shatter the dream world you live in—the one where the sun is orbiting the place where you stand—so I won’t tell you how little I care what your problem is. Go. Away.”

“Just look at this from my perspective for a minute, okay?” she continued as if I hadn’t said anything.

I don't think Jacob is actually capable of that.

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If she was trying to break my mood, it worked. I started laughing. The sound hurt in strange ways.

“Stop snorting and pay attention,” she snapped.

I think this confirms that Meyer describing Jacob as snorting all the time wasn't just a weird choice of words. He actually snorts every time he laughs.

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“If I pretend to listen, will you leave?” I asked, glancing over at the permanent scowl on her face. I wasn’t sure if she had any other expressions anymore.

I remembered back to when I used to think that Leah was pretty, maybe even beautiful. That was a long time ago. No one thought of her that way now. Except for Sam. He was never going to forgive himself. Like it was his fault that she’d turned into this bitter harpy.

What the gently caress?

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Her scowl heated up, as if she could guess what I was thinking. Probably could.

“This is making me sick, Jacob. Can you imagine what this feels like to me? I don’t even like Bella Swan. And you’ve got me grieving over this leech-lover like I’m in love with her, too. Can you see where that might be a little confusing? I dreamed about kissing her last night! What the hell am I supposed to do with that?”

“Do I care?”

This is a surprisingly good moment from Meyer, one that desperately makes me wish she was writing about the werewolves instead. It actually gives us a really good idea of why they seem so tense all the time: because of their mental connection that they can't turn off when in wolf form, their minds are all forming into a confusing morass where everyone's thoughts are interfering with one another. A better author who wasn't so obsessed with her personal vampire fantasy could really seize on this idea; she did write a sci-fi book, The Host, that seems to have a vaguely similar concept but is mostly inspired by body dysphoria.

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“I can’t stand being in your head anymore! Get over her already! She’s going to marry that thing. He’s going to try to change her into one of them! Time to move on, boy.”

“Shut up,” I growled.

It would be wrong to strike back. I knew that. I was biting my tongue. But she’d be sorry if she didn’t walk away. Now.

“He’ll probably just kill her anyway,” Leah said. Sneering. “All the stories say that happens more often than not. Maybe a funeral will be better closure than a wedding. Ha.”

This time I had to work. I closed my eyes and fought the hot taste in my mouth. I pushed and shoved against the slide of fire down my back, wrestling to keep my shape together while my body tried to shake apart.

When I was in control again, I glowered at her. She was watching my hands as the tremors slowed. Smiling.

Some joke.

This is confirmation that every time I made a joke about Jacob's temper problems being a sign of him wolfing out, it was.

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“If you’re upset about gender confusion, Leah…,” I said. Slow, emphasizing each word. “How do you think the rest of us like looking at Sam through your eyes? It’s bad enough that Emily has to deal with your fixation. She doesn’t need us guys panting after him, too.”

The Wolf Pack lives in an eternal struggle of No Homo.

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Pissed as I was, I still felt guilty when I watched the spasm of pain shoot across her face.

She scrambled to her feet—pausing only to spit in my direction—and ran for the trees, vibrating like a tuning fork.

I laughed darkly. “You missed.”

Sam was going to give me hell for that, but it was worth it. Leah wouldn’t bug me anymore. And I’d do it again if I had the chance.

I'm not sure when it got explained, or if it even got explained yet (these books are just a morass at this point), but Leah's temper is partially because the unexpected transformation of her into a werewolf is what caused Harry's heart attack in New Moon. She blames herself for it.

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Because her words were still there, scratching themselves into my brain, the pain of it so strong that I could hardly breathe.

It didn’t matter so much that Bella’d chosen someone else over me. That agony was nothing at all. That agony I could live with for the rest of my stupid, too long, stretched-out life.

But it did matter that she was giving up everything—that she was letting her heart stop and her skin ice over and her mind twist into some crystallized predator’s head. A monster. A stranger.

I would have thought there was nothing worse than that, nothing more painful in the whole world.

But, if he killed her…

Again, I had to fight the rage. Maybe, if not for Leah, it would be good to let the heat change me into a creature who could deal with it better. A creature with instincts so much stronger than human emotions. An animal who couldn’t feel pain in the same way. A different pain. Some variety, at least. But Leah was running now, and I didn’t want to share her thoughts. I cussed her under my breath for taking away that escape, too.

It's fine to be scared about Bella's future, but sexually assaulting her is probably not the way you go about fixing it.

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My hands were shaking in spite of me. What shook them? Anger? Agony? I wasn’t sure what I was fighting now.

I had to believe that Bella would survive. But that required trust—a trust I didn’t want to feel, a trust in that bloodsucker’s ability to keep her alive.

She would be different, and I wondered how that would affect me. Would it be the same as if she had died, to see her standing there like a stone? Like ice? When her scent burned in my nostrils and triggered the instinct to rip, to tear… How would that be? Could I want to kill her? Could I not want to kill one of them?

This is another place where a third-person perspective that let us see what was going on with everyone would help. Instead of putting it in an epilogue, we could have had the knowledge the entire time that the scent of vampires triggered an instinct in the werewolves to kill them. It would have made Paul's attack on the Cullens at the beginning of the book much more understandable, rather than solidifying him as a dangerous liability. It would have made all of the tension in their alliance much more meaningful, including Victoria's belief during their fight that Seth would just turn and kill Edward no reason.

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I watched the swells roll toward the beach. They disappeared from sight under the edge of the cliff, but I heard them beat against the sand. I watched them until it was late, long after dark.

Going home was probably a bad idea. But I was hungry, and I couldn’t think of another plan.

I made a face as I pulled my arm through the retarded sling and grabbed my crutches. If only Charlie hadn’t seen me that day and spread the word of my “motorcycle accident.” Stupid props. I hated them.

Jacob calling a sling "retarded" is the best sign of when this book was written.

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Going hungry started to look better when I walked in the house and got a look at my dad’s face. He had something on his mind. It was easy to tell—he always overdid it. Acted all casual.

He also talked too much. He was rambling about his day before I could get to the table. He never jabbered like this unless there was something that he didn’t want to say. I ignored him as best I could, concentrating on the food. The faster I choked it down…

“… and Sue stopped by today.” My dad’s voice was loud. Hard to ignore. As always. “Amazing woman. She’s tougher than grizzlies, that one. I don’t know how she deals with that daughter of hers, though. Now Sue, she would have made one hell of a wolf. Leah’s more of a wolverine.” He chuckled at his own joke.

Why can't these fuckers just be nice to their dads?

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He waited briefly for my response, but didn’t seem to see my blank, bored-out-of-my-mind expression. Most days that bugged him. I wished he would shut up about Leah. I was trying not to think about her.

“Seth’s a lot easier. Of course, you were easier than your sisters, too, until… well, you have more to deal with than they did.”

I sighed, long and deep, and stared out the window.

Billy was quiet for a second too long. “We got a letter today.”

I could tell that this was the subject he’d been avoiding.

“A letter?”

“A… wedding invitation.”

Every muscle in my body locked into place. A feather of heat seemed to brush down my back. I held onto the table to keep my hands steady. Billy went on like he hadn’t noticed.

“There’s a note inside that’s addressed to you. I didn’t read it.”

He pulled a thick ivory envelope from where it was wedged between his leg and the side of his wheelchair. He laid it on the table between us.

“You probably don’t need to read it. Doesn’t really matter what it says.”

Stupid reverse psychology. I yanked the envelope off the table.

Jacob is not a clever boy.

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It was some heavy, stiff paper. Expensive. Too fancy for Forks. The card inside was the same, too done-up and formal. Bella’d had nothing to do with this. There was no sign of her personal taste in the layers of see-through, petal-printed pages. I’d bet she didn’t like it at all. I didn’t read the words, not even to see the date. I didn’t care.

There was a piece of the thick ivory paper folded in half with my name handwritten in black ink on the back. I didn’t recognize the handwriting, but it was as fancy as the rest of it. For half a second, I wondered if the bloodsucker was into gloating.

Some of us just like fountain pens, dude.

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I flipped it open.

Jacob,

I’m breaking the rules by sending you this. She was afraid of hurting you, and she didn’t want to make you feel obligated in any way. But I know that, if things had gone the other way, I would have wanted the choice.

I promise I will take care of her, Jacob. Thank you—for her—for everything.

Edward

Well that's oddly kind of him to--

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“Jake, we only have the one table,” Billy said. He was staring at my left hand.

My fingers were clamped down on the wood hard enough that it really was in danger. I loosened them one by one, concentrating on that action alone, and then clenched my hands together so I couldn’t break anything.

“Yeah, doesn’t matter anyway,” Billy muttered.

I got up from the table, shrugging out of my t-shirt as I stood. Hopefully Leah had gone home by now.

“Not too late,” Billy mumbled as I punched the front door out of my way.

Okay that makes him angry I guess. He was fine with it two chapters ago, but whatever!

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I was running before I hit the trees, my clothes strewn out behind me like a trail of crumbs—as if I wanted to find my way back. It was almost too easy now to phase. I didn’t have to think. My body already knew where I was going and, before I asked it to, it gave me what I wanted.

I had four legs now, and I was flying.

The trees blurred into a sea of black flowing around me. My muscles bunched and released in an effortless rhythm. I could run like this for days and I would not be tired. Maybe, this time, I wouldn’t stop.

But I wasn’t alone.

So sorry, Embry whispered in my head.

I could see through his eyes. He was far away, to the north, but he had wheeled around and was racing to join me. I growled and pushed myself faster.

Wait for us, Quil complained. He was closer, just starting out from the village.

Leave me alone, I snarled.

I could feel their worry in my head, try hard as I might to drown it in the sound of the wind and the forest. This was what I hated most—seeing myself through their eyes, worse now that their eyes were full of pity. They saw the hate, but they kept running after me.

This is so much cooler than following Bella! Like, this is actually kind of interesting to read by comparison!

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A new voice sounded in my head.

Let him go. Sam’s thought was soft, but still an order. Embry and Quil slowed to a walk.

If only I could stop hearing, stop seeing what they saw. My head was so crowded, but the only way to be alone again was to be human, and I couldn’t stand the pain.

Phase back, Sam directed them. I’ll pick you up, Embry.

First one, then another awareness faded into silence. Only Sam was left.

Thank you, I managed to think.

Come home when you can. The words were faint, trailing off into blank emptiness as he left, too. And I was alone.

How the gently caress did she write an epilogue that actually has an interesting sense of perspective and still stick with what we got in the next book?

Midnight Sun is similar, as it's from Edward's perspective and thus lets you see how his mind reading works all the time. It's far more interesting to read than the original Twilight, but is marred by Edward being so inhuman and such a douchebag that it inadvertently makes his relationship with Bella seem way creepier. Robert Pattinson was given a copy to read for his character research and it left him disgusted.

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So much better. Now I could hear the faint rustle of the matted leaves beneath my toenails, the whisper of an owl’s wings above me, the ocean—far, far in the west—moaning against the beach. Hear this, and nothing more. Feel nothing but speed, nothing but the pull of muscle, sinew, and bone, working together in harmony as the miles disappeared behind me.

If the silence in my head lasted, I would never go back. I wouldn’t be the first one to choose this form over the other. Maybe, if I ran far enough away, I would never have to hear again.…

I pushed my legs faster, letting Jacob Black disappear behind me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6j1um7l84eY

And we're done.

God, I thought we'd really find something when I started this thread. Anything at all that would justify the popularity of this series. I can't imagine how wrong I was. Every time we got something interesting, it was replaced by something boring. It presents an insidious view of romance and relationships to a young audience, justifying horrific behaviors on the part of your partner as a sign of sufficient love to you and encouraging forgiveness even for repeat sexual assaults and manipulative threats. Almost every character has had their personalities damaged beyond repair to create conflict until we have a cast of sociopaths and weirdos.

This plodding mess of a book will only get worse with Breaking Dawn, a monstrous 756 pages split into three parts that covers Bella's wedding, honeymoon, pregnancy, and the horrific aftermath. For the sake of my sanity, I'm going to take a break before covering it. Instead, join me here where we read a book that manages to be grosser yet funnier to laugh at. And when that's done, I'll see all you motherfuckers back here to finally tell Bella and Edward to gently caress off for good.

Dienes
Nov 4, 2009

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I know you're taking a mental health break before Breaking Dawn - do you see yourself doing Midnight Sun at all? The Bree Tanner book?

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Dienes posted:

I know you're taking a mental health break before Breaking Dawn - do you see yourself doing Midnight Sun at all? The Bree Tanner book?

Doubtful? If there's a lot of demand I would consider it, but Meyer's writing never really improves so it's always a slog. Bree Tanner's story doesn't add much to the actual universe except what I brought up in this thread already and Midnight Sun generally serves as a way to make Edward look even worse as a person.

I mentioned in the OP that my intent was to build up through this to reading the EL James books. I actually decided to do things a little differently since the Fifty Shades series has been covered so much. I have a copy of Master of the Universe, the original Twilight fanfic that got turned into Fifty Shades of Grey. That will be our bridge as we see a bizarre alternate universe of the Twilight series, then we'll move on to Grey and Darker, which retell the first two books from Christian Grey's perspective. Jenny Trout couldn't even get through Grey because it was so disturbing and came off as the diary of a serial killer.

Dienes
Nov 4, 2009

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chitoryu12 posted:

then we'll move on to Grey and Darker, which retell the first two books from Christian Grey's perspective. Jenny Trout couldn't even get through Grey because it was so disturbing and came off as the diary of a serial killer.

I mean, makes sense since he's literally based off a serial killer character.

D34THROW
Jan 29, 2012

RETAIL RETAIL LISTEN TO ME BITCH ABOUT RETAIL
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Guilty Twilight fan checking in...29, a guy, and the endless butt of "he must be gay" jokes from my wife and mother-in-law. (That being said, my wife bought me the series as a gift and is always looking for the movies for me at Goodwill). I ridiculed the gently caress out of this when it first came out and then I realized I actually really love the love story element of it, even though it's all hosed up. I suppose I'm a sucker for trashy fiction. I still make an effort to try to read it once a year at least.

Midjack
Dec 24, 2007



Stuff like that makes me kind of interested in the werewolf story again but then I remember RAPE RAPE RAEP and yeah, naw.

I can’t really see the appeal either. While we can all joke about teenage girls’ psychology as much as we want, I have a hard time believing that so many people would either identify with one of these awful characters or at the very least want to see them succeed.

See you all in the Control thread!

Midjack fucked around with this message at 20:31 on Feb 28, 2020

Up Circle
Apr 3, 2008
This series is so horrible in the best way. If nothing else, these books are the perfect reason why death of the author is such a terrible theory. Discerning what she was actually going for with so many of these scenes is so much fun.

My favorite part is actually all the unintentionally interesting or compelling parts of the setting that Meyer consistently abandons in favor of making the worst love triangle in history drag on.

SUPERMAN'S GAL PAL
Feb 21, 2006

Holy Moly! DARKSEID IS!

I’d forgotten about the epilogue and how utterly poo poo everyone is to Leah Clearwater. So awful in fact one chapter-by-chapter review had a running tally for every time she was poorly treated for no reason that ended up in the dozens.

iwentdoodie
Apr 29, 2005

🤗YOU'RE WELCOME🤗
I've legit never posted in this forum, and stumbled into this thread the other night because I read these books right around the time they came out. I think the fourth one came out while I was in the middle of the third, on deployment, and seemingly every guy on my ship was reading this because their wives back home were.

I thought it was horrible and creepy then, and this has done nothing to change my opinion, but gently caress me if i didn't just mainline this entire thread over the last two days.

Honestly i wish you weren't taking the break, because even knowing how bad it is I just want to get into the fourth book and have it be loving over.

Legitimately thank you for doing this.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

iwentdoodie posted:

I've legit never posted in this forum, and stumbled into this thread the other night because I read these books right around the time they came out. I think the fourth one came out while I was in the middle of the third, on deployment, and seemingly every guy on my ship was reading this because their wives back home were.

I thought it was horrible and creepy then, and this has done nothing to change my opinion, but gently caress me if i didn't just mainline this entire thread over the last two days.

Honestly i wish you weren't taking the break, because even knowing how bad it is I just want to get into the fourth book and have it be loving over.

Legitimately thank you for doing this.

Thank you very much! My Revelator thread shouldn't be very long, so I'll be back in here pretty quickly this year.

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hyperhazard
Dec 4, 2011

I am the one lascivious
With magic potion niveous
Binged this thread in a week, what a ride.

Does anyone else think it's kind of gruesome that Meyer's tie-in novella focuses on a child who only exists to gets murdered? It's like 200 pages of first-person narrative that ends with her literally being ripped to shreds. That's hosed up.

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