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Lord Zedd-Repulsa
Jul 21, 2007

Devour a good book.


Could I get a tl;dr for that chapter? Graphic body horror is a good way to ruin my night so I skipped past it.

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MrNemo
Aug 26, 2010

"I just love beeting off"

Shwoo posted:


Also, Stephenie Meyer said that she gave Edward and Bella's child a silly name because she wanted it to be unique, like Renesmee herself. But it's already been made clear that other women have given birth to vampire-human hybrids, so what's so unique about Renesmee? That she's a child of a vegetarian vampire?

They should have split the difference in terms of names and called her Renesmeeej not matter what her gender actually was. It can't be any sillier than what it already is.

The vampire children described at the beginning that gently caress people up and are totally illegal are human infants/toddlers that get vamped. A vampire has never impregnated a human before because it's super dumb.

Also tl;dr for the chapter:
Bella drops her sippy cup and goes to pick it up because she's just a selfless idiot like that. Carlisle isn't back, Bella tears something inside herself and the baby freaks out because it can't breathe. Cue Bella being torn apart from the inside and having every bone in her body visibly shattered. She gets some relief from the pain when the baby snaps her spine, paralysing her.

All this time Jacob is thinking about how much he hates the baby, giving Bella CPR, talking about how he hates the baby, giving Edward poo poo, talking about how he hates the baby, repeat ad nauseam. Edward gets the baby out with vampire teeth, gives it to Bella and it immediately bites her and she dies. Rosalie takes it off downstairs while Jacob thinks how much he hates it and Edward injects his venom into her and proceeds to start licking her like a giant popsicle.

Jacob goes downstairs because the pull of Bella's love isn't there, since she's dead obviously, instead it's downstairs. Obviously outside. When he gets down though there's an intense pull towards the baby, obviously because he hates it. Then he sees it and the most poorly telegraphed twist in the series happens.

Shwoo
Jul 21, 2011

MrNemo posted:

The vampire children described at the beginning that gently caress people up and are totally illegal are human infants/toddlers that get vamped. A vampire has never impregnated a human before because it's super dumb.
Not them, the legendary South American demon babies Edward and Rosalie told Jacob about earlier. That scene isn't as clear about their existence as I thought, though.

MrNemo
Aug 26, 2010

"I just love beeting off"

Shwoo posted:

Not them, the legendary South American demon babies Edward and Rosalie told Jacob about earlier. That scene isn't as clear about their existence as I thought, though.

Ah good point. I think they don't exist in the same way colonists discovered the Americas, Terra nullius and all that.

hyperhazard
Dec 4, 2011

I am the one lascivious
With magic potion niveous

MrNemo posted:

Ah good point. I think they don't exist in the same way colonists discovered the Americas, Terra nullius and all that.

The human-vampire hybrids get touched on more later, and it's important to the climax (if you can call it that, since it all builds up to nothing).

SUPERMAN'S GAL PAL
Feb 21, 2006

Holy Moly! DARKSEID IS!

The only thing I remember about The Host is Melanie is described in the very first or second chapter as raiding an abandoned human settlement for food and taking the heaviest, most nonsensical items for what is supposedly someone on the run. Including milk. Not powdered milk, not some weird future alien milk, just “milk.”

PetraCore
Jul 20, 2017

👁️🔥👁️👁️👁️BE NOT👄AFRAID👁️👁️👁️🔥👁️

I've heard The Host is actually fairly good compared to Twilight with some interesting stuff in there, although I've also heard the main reason it's less racist is because every single character is either white or a parasitic space alien.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

I just couldn’t get past the dullness. Her writing style is virtually unchanged, so it becomes hard after a few chapters to even care about continuing. Nothing pops or interests me.

Grammarchist
Jan 28, 2013

I guess we're supposed to assume the baby bit Bella to kickstart her vampire transformation out of love, because that makes a lot less sense than it just being a fanged bundle of instinct that will rip the jugular out of any human that tries to hold it.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

"Renesmee loves Bella! That's why she understands she's hurting her and--wait no now she's trying to bite her and drink her blood as soon as she's born."

HopperUK
Apr 29, 2007

Why would an ambulance be leaving the hospital?
At the end of The Host, the alien gets transferred to a new body, and it's specifically mentioned how tiny and childike the new body is, and how big the love interest is by comparison. This is made a really big deal.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

HopperUK posted:

At the end of The Host, the alien gets transferred to a new body, and it's specifically mentioned how tiny and childike the new body is, and how big the love interest is by comparison. This is made a really big deal.

And Jacob is 6'7 and Edward is 6'2, while Stephenie Meyer (and coincidentally Bella!) is 5'4. I'm starting to think Meyer's entire oeuvre is just Mormon fetishes.

SUPERMAN'S GAL PAL
Feb 21, 2006

Holy Moly! DARKSEID IS!

The first takedown of Twilight I ever read was the “Sparkledammerung” published on LiveJournal back in 2008. Written by author Laura Stone, she was an ex-Mormon who noted the way Edward was described in the books felt oddly similar to how Joseph Smith was talked up when she was a kid, and came off like Meyer low-key wanted to smooch the founder of Mormonism.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014



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Personal affection is a luxury you can have only after all your enemies are eliminated. Until then, everyone you love is a hostage, sapping your courage and corrupting your judgment.

Orson Scott Card
Empire

Preface

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No longer just a nightmare, the line of black advanced on us through the icy mist stirred up by their feet.

We’re going to die, I thought in panic. I was desperate for the precious one I guarded, but even to think of that was a lapse in attention I could not afford.

They ghosted closer, their dark robes billowing slightly with the movement. I saw their hands curl into bone-colored claws. They drifted apart, angling to come at us from all sides. We were outnumbered. It was over.

And then, like a burst of light from a flash, the whole scene was different. Yet nothing changed—the Volturi still stalked toward us, poised to kill. All that really changed was how the picture looked to me. Suddenly, I was hungry for it. I wanted them to charge. The panic changed to bloodlust as I crouched forward, a smile on my face, and a growl ripped through my bared teeth.

Just like every "preface", I'm sure this one will actually be how things play out.

Chapter 19: Burning

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The pain was bewildering.

Oh, she's reading this too?

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Exactly that—I was bewildered. I couldn’t understand, couldn’t make sense of what was happening.

My body tried to reject the pain, and I was sucked again and again into a blackness that cut out whole seconds or maybe even minutes of the agony, making it that much harder to keep up with reality. I tried to separate them.

Non-reality was black, and it didn’t hurt so much.

Reality was red, and it felt like I was being sawed in half, hit by a bus, punched by a prize fighter, trampled by bulls, and submerged in acid, all at the same time.

Reality was feeling my body twist and flip when I couldn’t possibly move because of the pain.

Reality was knowing there was something so much more important than all this torture, and not being able to remember what it was.

Reality had come on so fast.

One moment, everything was as it should have been. Surrounded by people I loved. Smiles. Somehow, unlikely as it was, it seemed like I was about to get everything I’d been fighting for.

And then one tiny, inconsequential thing had gone wrong.

One thing nobody had ever once hinted at being a possibility! I could never have seen this coming! Wait, what do you mean my pelvis broke earlier today?

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I’d watched as my cup tilted, dark blood spilling out and staining the perfect white, and I’d lurched toward the accident reflexively. I’d seen the other, faster hands, but my body had continued to reach, to stretch.…

Inside me, something had yanked the opposite direction.

Ripping. Breaking. Agony.

The darkness had taken over, and then washed away to a wave of torture. I couldn’t breathe—I had drowned once before, and this was different; it was too hot in my throat.

Pieces of me shattering, snapping, slicing apart.…

More blackness.

Voices, this time, shouting, as the pain came back.

“The placenta must have detached!”

Meyer, please, we already read this. You don't need to do it again.

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Something sharper than knives ripped through me—the words, making sense in spite of the other tortures. Detached placenta—I knew what that meant. It meant that my baby was dying inside me.

“Get him out!” I screamed to Edward. Why hadn’t he done it yet? “He can’t breathe! Do it now!”

“The morphine—”

He wanted to wait, to give me painkillers, while our baby was dying?!

“No! Now—,” I choked, unable to finish.

Black spots covered the light in the room as a cold point of new pain stabbed icily into my stomach. It felt wrong—I struggled automatically to protect my womb, my baby, my little Edward Jacob, but I was weak. My lungs ached, oxygen burned away.

The pain faded away again, though I clung to it now. My baby, my baby, dying.…

How long had passed? Seconds or minutes? The pain was gone. Numb. I couldn’t feel. I still couldn’t see, either, but I could hear. There was air in my lungs again, scraping in rough bubbles up and down my throat.

“You stay with me now, Bella! Do you hear me? Stay! You’re not leaving me. Keep your heart beating!”

Please, we already know what happened. Don't make us read it a second time. Just continue the story.

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Jacob? Jacob, still here, still trying to save me.

Of course, I wanted to tell him. Of course I would keep my heart beating. Hadn’t I promised them both?

I tried to feel my heart, to find it, but I was so lost inside my own body. I couldn’t feel the things I should, and nothing felt in the right place. I blinked and I found my eyes. I could see the light. Not what I was looking for, but better than nothing.

As my eyes struggled to adjust, Edward whispered, “Renesmee.”

Renesmee?

Not the pale and perfect son of my imagination? I felt a moment of shock. And then a flood of warmth.

Renesmee.

I willed my lips to move, willed the bubbles of air to turn into whispers on my tongue. I forced my numb hands to reach.

“Let me… Give her to me.”

I knew Meyer would keep dragging this book out, but I didn't think she would go so far as to start repeating chapters from other POVs.

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The light danced, shattering off Edward’s crystal hands. The sparkles were tinged with red, with the blood that covered his skin. And more red in his hands. Something small and struggling, dripping with blood. He touched the warm body to my weak arms, almost like I was holding her. Her wet skin was hot—as hot as Jacob’s.

My eyes focused; suddenly everything was absolutely clear.

Renesmee did not cry, but she breathed in quick, startled pants. Her eyes were open, her expression so shocked it was almost funny. The little, perfectly round head was covered in a thick layer of matted, bloody curls. Her irises were a familiar—but astonishing—chocolate brown. Under the blood, her skin looked pale, a creamy ivory. All besides her cheeks, which flamed with color.

Her tiny face was so absolutely perfect that it stunned me. She was even more beautiful than her father. Unbelievable. Impossible.

Yeah, most babies look like hairless monkeys.

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“Renesmee,” I whispered. “So… beautiful.”

The impossible face suddenly smiled—a wide, deliberate smile. Behind the shell-pink lips was a full complement of snowy milk teeth.



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She leaned her head down, against my chest, burrowing against the warmth. Her skin was warm and silky, but it didn’t give the way mine did.

Then there was pain again—just one warm slash of it. I gasped.

And she was gone. My angel-faced baby was nowhere. I couldn’t see or feel her.

No! I wanted to shout. Give her back to me!

But the weakness was too much. My arms felt like empty rubber hoses for a moment, and then they felt like nothing at all. I couldn’t feel them. I couldn’t feel me.

The blackness rushed over my eyes more solidly than before. Like a thick blindfold, firm and fast. Covering not just my eyes but also my self with a crushing weight. It was exhausting to push against it. I knew it would be so much easier to give in. To let the blackness push me down, down, down to a place where there was no pain and no weariness and no worry and no fear.

If it had only been for myself, I wouldn’t have been able to struggle very long. I was only human, with no more than human strength. I’d been trying to keep up with the supernatural for too long, like Jacob had said.

But this wasn’t just about me.

If I did the easy thing now, let the black nothingness erase me, I would hurt them.

Imagine if this turned out to be a canon confirmation of no afterlife existing in the Twilight universe and Edward was getting hyped up about his soul for nothing.

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Edward. Edward. My life and his were twisted into a single strand. Cut one, and you cut both. If he were gone, I would not be able to live through that. If I were gone, he wouldn’t live through it, either. And a world without Edward seemed completely pointless. Edward had to exist.

Jacob—who’d said goodbye to me over and over but kept coming back when I needed him. Jacob, who I’d wounded so many times it was criminal. Would I hurt him again, the worst way yet? He’d stayed for me, despite everything. Now all he asked was that I stay for him.

Let's be real, what Jacob has done is probably way worse than what you've done in this relationship.

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But it was so dark here that I couldn’t see either of their faces. Nothing seemed real. That made it hard not to give up.

I kept pushing against the black, though, almost a reflex. I wasn’t trying to lift it. I was just resisting. Not allowing it to crush me completely. I wasn’t Atlas, and the black felt as heavy as a planet; I couldn’t shoulder it. All I could do was not be entirely obliterated.

It was sort of the pattern to my life—I’d never been strong enough to deal with the things outside my control, to attack the enemies or outrun them. To avoid the pain. Always human and weak, the only thing I’d ever been able to do was keep going. Endure. Survive.

But you could have had some kind of strength, had the author merely written some for you.

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It had been enough up to this point. It would have to be enough today. I would endure this until help came.

I knew Edward would be doing everything he could. He would not give up. Neither would I.

I held the blackness of nonexistence at bay by inches.

It wasn’t enough, though—that determination. As the time ground on and on and the darkness gained by tiny eighths and sixteenths of my inches, I needed something more to draw strength from.

I couldn’t pull even Edward’s face into view. Not Jacob’s, not Alice’s or Rosalie’s or Charlie’s or Renée’s or Carlisle’s or Esme’s…

Nothing. It terrified me, and I wondered if it was too late. I felt myself slipping—there was nothing to hold on to.

No! I had to survive this. Edward was depending on me. Jacob. Charlie Alice Rosalie Carlisle Renée Esme…

Renesmee.

That just highlights how bad of a name it is!

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And then, though I still couldn’t see anything, suddenly I could feel something. Like phantom limbs, I imagined I could feel my arms again. And in them, something small and hard and very, very warm.

My baby. My little nudger.

I had done it. Against the odds, I had been strong enough to survive Renesmee, to hold on to her until she was strong enough to live without me.

But...you didn't do anything. You just survived a few broken ribs and a broken pelvis and then died immediately afterward.

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That spot of heat in my phantom arms felt so real. I clutched it closer. It was exactly where my heart should be. Holding tight the warm memory of my daughter, I knew that I would be able to fight the darkness as long as I needed to.

The warmth beside my heart got more and more real, warmer and warmer. Hotter. The heat was so real it was hard to believe that I was imagining it.

Hotter.

Uncomfortable now. Too hot. Much, much too hot.

This reminds me of how in Eclipse Bella's sacrifice of herself in the final battle turns out to be worthless and interfering with Edward and Seth's plans, and I got mad at how Meyer had to take the one time she could actually do something meaningful and rip it away from her just to keep her helpless. This seems to be doing the same thing. Thought you survived through perseverance and strength of will? Nah, that's just the vampire venom. You were dead otherwise.

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Like grabbing the wrong end of a curling iron—my automatic response was to drop the scorching thing in my arms. But there was nothing in my arms. My arms were not curled to my chest. My arms were dead things lying somewhere at my side. The heat was inside me.

The burning grew—rose and peaked and rose again until it surpassed anything I’d ever felt.

I felt the pulse behind the fire raging now in my chest and realized that I’d found my heart again, just in time to wish I never had. To wish that I’d embraced the blackness while I’d still had the chance. I wanted to raise my arms and claw my chest open and rip the heart from it—anything to get rid of this torture. But I couldn’t feel my arms, couldn’t move one vanished finger.

James, snapping my leg under his foot. That was nothing. That was a soft place to rest on a feather bed. I’d take that now, a hundred times. A hundred snaps. I’d take it and be grateful.

The baby, kicking my ribs apart, breaking her way through me piece by piece. That was nothing. That was floating in a pool of cool water. I’d take it a thousand times. Take it and be grateful.

The fire blazed hotter and I wanted to scream. To beg for someone to kill me now, before I lived one more second in this pain. But I couldn’t move my lips. The weight was still there, pressing on me.

I never thought a description of agony like this could feel so lifeless, yet here we are.

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I realized it wasn’t the darkness holding me down; it was my body. So heavy. Burying me in the flames that were chewing their way out from my heart now, spreading with impossible pain through my shoulders and stomach, scalding their way up my throat, licking at my face.

Why couldn’t I move? Why couldn’t I scream? This wasn’t part of the stories.

My mind was unbearably clear—sharpened by the fierce pain—and I saw the answer almost as soon as I could form the questions.

The morphine.

It seemed like a million deaths ago that we’d discussed it—Edward, Carlisle, and I. Edward and Carlisle had hoped that enough painkillers would help fight the pain of the venom. Carlisle had tried with Emmett, but the venom had burned ahead of the medicine, sealing his veins. There hadn’t been time for it to spread.

I’d kept my face smooth and nodded and thanked my rarely lucky stars that Edward could not read my mind.

Because I’d had morphine and venom together in my system before, and I knew the truth. I knew the numbness of the medicine was completely irrelevant while the venom seared through my veins. But there’d been no way I was going to mention that fact. Nothing that would make him more unwilling to change me.

So even when she was actively dying, she was still trying to manipulate the events ahead of time to ensure she'd get her coveted immortality?

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I hadn’t guessed that the morphine would have this effect—that it would pin me down and gag me. Hold me paralyzed while I burned.

I knew all the stories. I knew that Carlisle had kept quiet enough to avoid discovery while he burned. I knew that, according to Rosalie, it did no good to scream. And I’d hoped that maybe I could be like Carlisle. That I would believe Rosalie’s words and keep my mouth shut. Because I knew that every scream that escaped my lips would torment Edward.

Now it seemed like a hideous joke that I was getting my wish fulfilled.

If I couldn’t scream, how could I tell them to kill me?

All I wanted was to die. To never have been born. The whole of my existence did not outweigh this pain. Wasn’t worth living through it for one more heartbeat.

Let me die, let me die, let me die.

"Please, just end this book! Let us move on to other things!"

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And, for a never-ending space, that was all there was. Just the fiery torture, and my soundless shrieks, pleading for death to come. Nothing else, not even time. So that made it infinite, with no beginning and no end. One infinite moment of pain.

The only change came when suddenly, impossibly, my pain was doubled. The lower half of my body, deadened since before the morphine, was suddenly on fire, too. Some broken connection had been healed—knitted together by the scorching fingers of the flame.

The endless burn raged on.

Grammarchist
Jan 28, 2013

This is looking suspiciously like Bella getting some level of comeuppance for her quest for immortality and might actually wind up regretting it. So obviously that's not going to happen.

Seriously though, I had a bad habit of skipping chapters I deemed extraneous when I was a teenager and were I in Twilight's target demographic at the time I'd have probably skipped most of the book at this point.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Grammarchist posted:

This is looking suspiciously like Bella getting some level of comeuppance for her quest for immortality and might actually wind up regretting it. So obviously that's not going to happen.

Seriously though, I had a bad habit of skipping chapters I deemed extraneous when I was a teenager and were I in Twilight's target demographic at the time I'd have probably skipped most of the book at this point.

At least the more superfluous chapters have some vague purpose in either slowly pushing the narrative forward or trying to further establish characterization. Fully 1/3 to 1/2 of this chapter is just recounting the previous one.

hyperhazard
Dec 4, 2011

I am the one lascivious
With magic potion niveous
Everything about Bella in this book has pissed me off. We like martyred characters in fiction not because they martyred themselves, but because of who they were beforehand. We don't care about Johnny because he told Ponyboy to stay golden on his deathbed, we care about him because even though he's a murderer, he's the kind of person to risk his life to save children from a fire. We care about Sydney Carton because his entire arc is about redeeming himself, and he's come far enough that he's willing to give his life for his rival. Hell, if you want to go the Biblical route, the whole point of the story of Jesus' crucifixion is that he could have run away or fought back, but he didn't because that would betray the things he'd taught.

Instead, Meyer treats this like an entry in a Christian martyrology. Saint Agnes: Martyred for refusing to give up her virginity. Saint Lucy: Martyred for giving her riches to the poor. Saint Bella: Martyred for keeping her child even when it threatened her life.

Midjack
Dec 24, 2007



Wikipedia says this came out in 2008 and If I remember correctly that means it would have been written while the "culture of life" stuff was in the national conversation of the USA.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

hyperhazard posted:

Everything about Bella in this book has pissed me off. We like martyred characters in fiction not because they martyred themselves, but because of who they were beforehand. We don't care about Johnny because he told Ponyboy to stay golden on his deathbed, we care about him because even though he's a murderer, he's the kind of person to risk his life to save children from a fire. We care about Sydney Carton because his entire arc is about redeeming himself, and he's come far enough that he's willing to give his life for his rival. Hell, if you want to go the Biblical route, the whole point of the story of Jesus' crucifixion is that he could have run away or fought back, but he didn't because that would betray the things he'd taught.

Instead, Meyer treats this like an entry in a Christian martyrology. Saint Agnes: Martyred for refusing to give up her virginity. Saint Lucy: Martyred for giving her riches to the poor. Saint Bella: Martyred for keeping her child even when it threatened her life.

And it's not even really a "martyrdom" because she's been arranging everything for over a year to end with her being revived through vampirism anyway. Considerations of who she could be harming or what she could be sacrificing come and go within a paragraph or two, and the book comes pretty close to implying that it's a worthy sacrifice for her True Love anyway.

Cythereal
Nov 8, 2009

I love the potoo,
and the potoo loves you.

chitoryu12 posted:

And it's not even really a "martyrdom" because she's been arranging everything for over a year to end with her being revived through vampirism anyway. Considerations of who she could be harming or what she could be sacrificing come and go within a paragraph or two, and the book comes pretty close to implying that it's a worthy sacrifice for her True Love anyway.

She's also specifically sacrificing everything, even risking her own life, for the sake of her baby despite everyone telling her it's dangerous and/or just a terrible idea. This is a very Mormon thing, a woman's highest purpose and spiritual calling is motherhood.

SUPERMAN'S GAL PAL
Feb 21, 2006

Holy Moly! DARKSEID IS!

I keep referring back to das_sporking but among their counts was “Hail the Mother Goddess” for every time the concept of motherhood was held high and lofty even when the character or reason behind it was far less so. The third part of this book is where that count really ramps up.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

SUPERMAN'S GAL PAL posted:

I keep referring back to das_sporking but among their counts was “Hail the Mother Goddess” for every time the concept of motherhood was held high and lofty even when the character or reason behind it was far less so. The third part of this book is where that count really ramps up.

That really is a great sporking of the series. The only reason I haven't read more of it is that the writing style of the bloggers is really aggravating at times, especially when they suddenly switch to having Sam and Dean Winchester do the sporking???

hyperhazard
Dec 4, 2011

I am the one lascivious
With magic potion niveous

chitoryu12 posted:

And it's not even really a "martyrdom" because she's been arranging everything for over a year to end with her being revived through vampirism anyway. Considerations of who she could be harming or what she could be sacrificing come and go within a paragraph or two, and the book comes pretty close to implying that it's a worthy sacrifice for her True Love anyway.
I'd be interested to know whether Meyer is using vampirism as an intentional metaphor for heaven (not a sentence I ever expected to write) or if it just came out subconsciously. For all intents and purposes, Bella's human body is dead and gone. Now she's an athletic, beautiful, superhuman being that gets to live forever with her soulmate. Thanks to his family's riches, they get a free house, expensive cars, luxury islands, and everything material they might need. Hell, they even get free childcare from their Lamanite American Indian child predator friend.

SUPERMAN'S GAL PAL
Feb 21, 2006

Holy Moly! DARKSEID IS!

Yeah, it’s a dated style choice ala MST3K that I saw more of in the early-mid aughts. You’d have a terrible Harry Potter story, for example, and you’d use the characters as a way to sit down and riff on it. While it clearly falls under parody, people being pissy over this is what got MST3Ks and other parodies banned from FF dot net many years ago, causing a shift to LJ where communities could be behind a sign-up. I also think working through other characters was a way to mix up the boredom of what a slog so much of this series is as well as just for fun since the riffers had written their own fanfic for other series for years.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

hyperhazard posted:

I'd be interested to know whether Meyer is using vampirism as an intentional metaphor for heaven (not a sentence I ever expected to write) or if it just came out subconsciously. For all intents and purposes, Bella's human body is dead and gone. Now she's an athletic, beautiful, superhuman being that gets to live forever with her soulmate. Thanks to his family's riches, they get a free house, expensive cars, luxury islands, and everything material they might need. Hell, they even get free childcare from their Lamanite American Indian child predator friend.

I think Sparkledammerung interpreted it as conversion to Mormonism, with the Cullens representing the ideal Mormon family and the human-killing vampires and the Quileute as the other tribes who will hurt you or pull you away from your destiny.

Malah
May 18, 2015

This entire chapter was pointless torture porn. :psyduck:

Shwoo
Jul 21, 2011

Bella posted:

Renesmee?

Not the pale and perfect son of my imagination?
I like that Bella's first reaction to this is "Ew, a girl.'

Anias
Jun 3, 2010

It really is a lovely hat

Imagine if smeyer knew that many brunettes are born blonde.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

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It could have been seconds or days, weeks or years, but, eventually, time came to mean something again.

Mood.

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Three things happened together, grew from each other so that I didn’t know which came first: time restarted, the morphine’s weight faded, and I got stronger.

Okay, now you're just recycling the "I ran through three facts" thing.

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I could feel the control of my body come back to me in increments, and those increments were my first markers of the time passing. I knew it when I was able to twitch my toes and twist my fingers into fists. I knew it, but I did not act on it.

Though the fire did not decrease one tiny degree—in fact, I began to develop a new capacity for experiencing it, a new sensitivity to appreciate, separately, each blistering tongue of flame that licked through my veins—I discovered that I could think around it.

I could remember why I shouldn’t scream. I could remember the reason why I’d committed to enduring this unendurable agony. I could remember that, though it felt impossible now, there was something that might be worth the torture.

Bella suddenly remembering everything is meaningless when she did the entire last part of this chapter with perfect clarity. There's not a emotional change from what we've already experienced.

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This happened just in time for me to hold on when the weights left my body. To anyone watching me, there would be no change. But for me, as I struggled to keep the screams and thrashing locked up inside my body, where they couldn’t hurt anyone else, it felt like I’d gone from being tied to the stake as I burned, to gripping that stake to hold myself in the fire.

I had just enough strength to lie there unmoving while I was charred alive.

My hearing got clearer and clearer, and I could count the frantic, pounding beats of my heart to mark the time.

I could count the shallow breaths that gasped through my teeth.

I could count the low, even breaths that came from somewhere close beside me. These moved slowest, so I concentrated on them. They meant the most time passing. More even than a clock’s pendulum, those breaths pulled me through the burning seconds toward the end.

Remember when previously Carlisle was the only vampire we knew to resist the urge to make a noise as he transformed, and now Bella likewise displays an impossible tolerance for pain and an inner strength that she's never had before?

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I continued to get stronger, my thoughts clearer. When new noises came, I could listen.

There were light footsteps, the whisper of air stirred by an opening door. The footsteps got closer, and I felt pressure against the inside of my wrist. I couldn’t feel the coolness of the fingers. The fire blistered away every memory of cool.

“Still no change?”

“None.”

The lightest pressure, breath against my scorched skin.

“There’s no scent of the morphine left.”

“I know.”

“Bella? Can you hear me?”

I knew, beyond all doubt, that if I unlocked my teeth I would lose it—I would shriek and screech and writhe and thrash. If I opened my eyes, if I so much as twitched a finger—any change at all would be the end of my control.

“Bella? Bella, love? Can you open your eyes? Can you squeeze my hand?”

Pressure on my fingers. It was harder not to answer this voice, but I stayed paralyzed. I knew that the pain in his voice now was nothing compared to what it could be. Right now he only feared that I was suffering.

“Maybe… Carlisle, maybe I was too late.” His voice was muffled; it broke on the word late.

Okay, that's actually more control than Carlisle. She's so still that she seems dead! The only explanation I can think of for this is that she's so used to her constant injuries that she no longer expresses pain.

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My resolve wavered for a second.

“Listen to her heart, Edward. It’s stronger than even Emmett’s was. I’ve never heard anything so vital. She’ll be perfect.”

"I'm glad we chose her as the protagonist! She's somehow better than all of us in every way!"

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Yes, I was right to keep quiet. Carlisle would reassure him. He didn’t need to suffer with me.

“And her—her spine?”

“Her injuries weren’t so much worse than Esme’s. The venom will heal her as it did Esme.”

“But she’s so still. I must have done something wrong.”

“Or something right, Edward. Son, you did everything I could have and more. I’m not sure I would have had the persistence, the faith it took to save her. Stop berating yourself. Bella is going to be fine.”

A broken whisper. “She must be in agony.”

“We don’t know that. She had so much morphine in her system. We don’t know the effect that will have on her experience.”

Oof, I hope she tells them when she wakes up before they get this idea with the next vampire.

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Faint pressure inside the crease of my elbow. Another whisper. “Bella, I love you. Bella, I’m sorry.”

I wanted so much to answer him, but I wouldn’t make his pain worse. Not while I had the strength to hold myself still.

Not while the author still wants to have scenes with other people with a strict first-person viewpoint! How many times in this series now has Bella just pretended to be asleep or dead or whatever to eavesdrop for 10 minutes on other conversations?

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Through all this, the racking fire went right on burning me. But there was so much space in my head now. Room to ponder their conversation, room to remember what had happened, room to look ahead to the future, with still endless room left over to suffer in.

Also room to worry.

Where was my baby? Why wasn’t she here? Why weren’t they talking about her?

I'm sure there's some drama about it and it's not a big nothingburger!

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“No, I’m staying right here,” Edward whispered, answering an unspoken thought. “They’ll sort it out.”

“An interesting situation,” Carlisle responded. “And I’d thought I’d seen just about everything.”

“I’ll deal with it later. We’ll deal with it.” Something pressed softly to my blistering palm.

“I’m sure, between the five of us, we can keep it from turning into bloodshed.”

Edward sighed. “I don’t know which side to take. I’d love to flog them both. Well, later.”

“I wonder what Bella will think—whose side she’ll take,” Carlisle mused.

One low, strained chuckle. “I’m sure she’ll surprise me. She always does.”

Carlisle’s footsteps faded away again, and I was frustrated that there was no further explanation. Were they talking so mysteriously just to annoy me?

If this foreshadowing were more hamfisted, it would be Iberian.

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I went back to counting Edward’s breaths to mark the time.

Ten thousand, nine hundred forty-three breaths later, a different set of footsteps whispered into the room. Lighter. More… rhythmic.

Strange that I could distinguish the minute differences between footsteps that I’d never been able to hear at all before today.

“How much longer?” Edward asked.

“It won’t be long now,” Alice told him. “See how clear she’s becoming? I can see her so much better.” She sighed.

Why yes, the rest of this chapter will be just people walking in and out of a room and talking!

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“Still feeling a little bitter?”

“Yes, thanks so much for bringing it up,” she grumbled. “You would be mortified, too, if you realized that you were handcuffed by your own nature. I see vampires best, because I am one; I see humans okay, because I was one. But I can’t see these odd half-breeds at all because they’re nothing I’ve experienced. Bah!”

There's your canon explanation for why Alice can't see the future of werewolves or Renesmee. This conveniently makes the family's clairvoyant absolutely useless in any conflict that isn't with vampires or humans. Fortunately, Meyer has zero creativity and no other creatures are going to appear in this series!

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“Focus, Alice.”

“Right. Bella’s almost too easy to see now.”

There was a long moment of silence, and then Edward sighed. It was a new sound, happier.

“She’s really going to be fine,” he breathed.

“Of course she is.”

“You weren’t so sanguine two days ago.”

No teenager in 1917 spoke like this.

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“I couldn’t see right two days ago. But now that she’s free of all the blind spots, it’s a piece of cake.”

“Could you concentrate for me? On the clock—give me an estimate.”

Alice sighed. “So impatient. Fine. Give me a sec—”

Quiet breathing.

“Thank you, Alice.” His voice was brighter.

How long? Couldn’t they at least say it aloud for me? Was that too much to ask? How many more seconds would I burn? Ten thousand? Twenty? Another day—eighty-six thousand, four hundred? More than that?

“She’s going to be dazzling.”

Edward growled quietly. “She always has been.”

Have a Snickers, man.

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Alice snorted. “You know what I mean. Look at her.”

Edward didn’t answer, but Alice’s words gave me hope that maybe I didn’t resemble the charcoal briquette I felt like. It seemed as if I must be just a pile of charred bones by now. Every cell in my body had been razed to ash.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nATapY005XY

The movie plays up the body horror even more by making Bella so drained by Renesmee that she's basically a skeleton when she dies.

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I heard Alice breeze out of the room. I heard the swish of the fabric she moved, rubbing against itself. I heard the quiet buzz of the light hanging from the ceiling. I heard the faint wind brushing against the outside of the house. I could hear everything.

Downstairs, someone was watching a ball game. The Mariners were winning by two runs.

“It’s my turn,” I heard Rosalie snap at someone, and there was a low snarl in response.

“Hey, now,” Emmett cautioned.

Someone hissed.

I see Rosalie is as normal as ever.

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I listened for more, but there was nothing but the game. Baseball was not interesting enough to distract me from the pain, so I listened to Edward’s breathing again, counting the seconds.

I was not expecting this series to dunk on baseball so hard after the first book.

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Twenty-one thousand, nine hundred seventeen and a half seconds later, the pain changed.

On the good-news side of things, it started to fade from my fingertips and toes. Fading slowly, but at least it was doing something new. This had to be it. The pain was on its way out.…

And then the bad news. The fire in my throat wasn’t the same as before. I wasn’t only on fire, but I was now parched, too. Dry as bone. So thirsty. Burning fire, and burning thirst…

Also bad news: The fire inside my heart got hotter.

How was that possible?

My heartbeat, already too fast, picked up—the fire drove its rhythm to a new frantic pace.

“Carlisle,” Edward called. His voice was low but clear. I knew that Carlisle would hear it, if he were in or near the house.

How do vampires manage to clearly focus on exactly what sounds they need to hear without any sensory overload? The answer may surprise you!

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The fire retreated from my palms, leaving them blissfully pain-free and cool. But it retreated to my heart, which blazed hot as the sun and beat at a furious new speed.

Carlisle entered the room, Alice at his side. Their footsteps were so distinct, I could even tell that Carlisle was on the right, and a foot ahead of Alice.

“Listen,” Edward told them.

The loudest sound in the room was my frenzied heart, pounding to the rhythm of the fire.

“Ah,” Carlisle said. “It’s almost over.”

My relief at his words was overshadowed by the excruciating pain in my heart.

Unfortunately, the book is not almost over. We're 48% to the end.

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My wrists were free, though, and my ankles. The fire was totally extinguished there.

“Soon,” Alice agreed eagerly. “I’ll get the others. Should I have Rosalie…?”

“Yes—keep the baby away.”

What? No. No! What did he mean, keep my baby away? What was he thinking?

My fingers twitched—the irritation breaking through my perfect façade. The room went silent besides the jack-hammering of my heart as they all stopped breathing for a second in response.

A hand squeezed my wayward fingers. “Bella? Bella, love?”

Could I answer him without screaming? I considered that for a moment, and then the fire ripped hotter still through my chest, draining in from my elbows and knees. Better not to chance it.

It would at least make this interesting.

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“I’ll bring them right up,” Alice said, an urgent edge to her tone, and I heard the swish of wind as she darted away.

And then—oh!

My heart took off, beating like helicopter blades, the sound almost a single sustained note; it felt like it would grind through my ribs. The fire flared up in the center of my chest, sucking the last remnants of the flames from the rest of my body to fuel the most scorching blaze yet. The pain was enough to stun me, to break through my iron grip on the stake. My back arched, bowed as if the fire was dragging me upward by my heart.

I allowed no other piece of my body to break rank as my torso slumped back to the table.

That would look really funny in practice.

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It became a battle inside me—my sprinting heart racing against the attacking fire. Both were losing. The fire was doomed, having consumed everything that was combustible; my heart galloped toward its last beat.

The fire constricted, concentrating inside that one remaining human organ with a final, unbearable surge. The surge was answered by a deep, hollow-sounding thud. My heart stuttered twice, and then thudded quietly again just once more.

And there you have it: the world's most boring vampire transformation.

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There was no sound. No breathing. Not even mine.

For a moment, the absence of pain was all I could comprehend.

And then I opened my eyes and gazed above me in wonder.

Victorkm
Nov 25, 2001

The good thing about the fact that we are only 48% through the book is that from here on things happen. More things happen than have happened in the rest of the series, at least as far as my recollection goes.

Lord Zedd-Repulsa
Jul 21, 2007

Devour a good book.


I'm sure it'll be just as boring as everything else Meyer intends to be interesting.

hyperhazard
Dec 4, 2011

I am the one lascivious
With magic potion niveous
If you watched the movies but haven't read the book, prepare to be disappointed. The studio must have realized towards the end that the series needed some sort of dramatic climax, so the last movie just starts adding stuff, including an entire 20 minute battle sequence. It's probably the most watchable of the movies, and it includes Bella beating the poo poo out mountain lions, other vampires, and Jake.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Speaking of movies, we are finally in the second Breaking Dawn film as this next chapter begins. They got an almost perfect 50/50 split in the book after cutting insane amounts of extraneous material.

Shwoo
Jul 21, 2011

Like, the past two chapters could have just been half a chapter, at most. Bella saw her daughter briefly, now her blood's on fire, the morphine just paralyses her, she starts feeling a little better but doesn't want to upset her loved ones by letting them know she's conscious, and then the venom reaches her heart and vampirises her. It did not need to be that drawn out.

Also, her narration was very lucid considering her blood was on fire.

Midjack
Dec 24, 2007



Yeah it’s great how she has such perfect self control not to cry out at all and I bet she skips the year of feral bloodlust we were promised all new vampires experience because she’s just so special too.

SUPERMAN'S GAL PAL
Feb 21, 2006

Holy Moly! DARKSEID IS!

So special that she avoids going ballistic the moment she hears ‘keep the baby away.’ Bella supposedly wants this baby even more than vampirism. For her to resist exploding into a brief violent rage feels out of character!

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 20: New

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Everything was so clear.

Sharp. Defined.

The brilliant light overhead was still blinding-bright, and yet I could plainly see the glowing strands of the filaments inside the bulb. I could see each color of the rainbow in the white light, and, at the very edge of the spectrum, an eighth color I had no name for.

Octarine?

Also, that would be awful. If she was actually capable of seeing ultraviolet or infrared clearly like this implies, and is seeing all light as a rainbow, her vision should be horrendously blurry, like she's looking through a prism.

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Behind the light, I could distinguish the individual grains in the dark wood ceiling above. In front of it, I could see the dust motes in the air, the sides the light touched, and the dark sides, distinct and separate. They spun like little planets, moving around each other in a celestial dance.

The dust was so beautiful that I inhaled in shock; the air whistled down my throat, swirling the motes into a vortex. The action felt wrong. I considered, and realized the problem was that there was no relief tied to the action. I didn’t need the air. My lungs weren’t waiting for it. They reacted indifferently to the influx.

I did not need the air, but I liked it. In it, I could taste the room around me—taste the lovely dust motes, the mix of the stagnant air mingling with the flow of slightly cooler air from the open door. Taste a lush whiff of silk. Taste a faint hint of something warm and desirable, something that should be moist, but wasn’t.… That smell made my throat burn dryly, a faint echo of the venom burn, though the scent was tainted by the bite of chlorine and ammonia. And most of all, I could taste an almost-honey-lilac-and-sun-flavored scent that was the strongest thing, the closest thing to me.

I heard the sound of the others, breathing again now that I did. Their breath mixed with the scent that was something just off honey and lilac and sunshine, bringing new flavors. Cinnamon, hyacinth, pear, seawater, rising bread, pine, vanilla, leather, apple, moss, lavender, chocolate.… I traded a dozen different comparisons in my mind, but none of them fit exactly. So sweet and pleasant.

If you want to read a more realistic take on how this would all go, I recommend The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker. That person actually doesn't like the taste of dust!

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The TV downstairs had been muted, and I heard someone—Rosalie?—shift her weight on the first floor.

I also heard a faint, thudding rhythm, with a voice shouting angrily to the beat. Rap music? I was mystified for a moment, and then the sound faded away like a car passing by with the windows rolled down.

With a start, I realized that this could be exactly right. Could I hear all the way to the freeway?

So there's your answer to the question of how vampires deal with sensory overload: they don't. They can just detect what they're supposed to at all times without really any difficulty, despite being able to hear noises from miles away. They just get all the required secondary powers flawlessly at birth!

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I didn’t realize someone was holding my hand until whoever it was squeezed it lightly. Like it had before to hide the pain, my body locked down again in surprise. This was not a touch I expected. The skin was perfectly smooth, but it was the wrong temperature. Not cold.

Oh yeah, there's no more cold, marble-hard vampires! They feel completely normal to one another!

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After that first frozen second of shock, my body responded to the unfamiliar touch in a way that shocked me even more.

Air hissed up my throat, spitting through my clenched teeth with a low, menacing sound like a swarm of bees. Before the sound was out, my muscles bunched and arched, twisting away from the unknown. I flipped off my back in a spin so fast it should have turned the room into an incomprehensible blur—but it did not. I saw every dust mote, every splinter in the wood-paneled walls, every loose thread in microscopic detail as my eyes whirled past them.

So by the time I found myself crouched against the wall defensively—about a sixteenth of a second later—I already understood what had startled me, and that I had overreacted.

Oh. Of course. Edward wouldn’t feel cold to me. We were the same temperature now.

I held my pose for an eighth of a second longer, adjusting to the scene before me.

Twilight vampires also have extremely good internal chronometers, it seems.

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Edward was leaning across the operating table that had been my pyre, his hand reached out toward me, his expression anxious.

Edward’s face was the most important thing, but my peripheral vision catalogued everything else, just in case. Some instinct to defend had been triggered, and I automatically searched for any sign of danger.

My vampire family waited cautiously against the far wall by the door, Emmett and Jasper in the front. Like there was danger. My nostrils flared, searching for the threat. I could smell nothing out of place. That faint scent of something delicious—but marred by harsh chemicals—tickled my throat again, setting it to aching and burning.

Alice was peeking around Jasper’s elbow with a huge grin on her face; the light sparkled off her teeth, another eight-color rainbow.

That grin reassured me and then put the pieces together. Jasper and Emmett were in the front to protect the others, as I had assumed. What I hadn’t grasped immediately was that I was the danger.

Silly Cullens, don't they know this is Bella Swan they're talking about? Of course she'll be the most flawless vampire in existence!

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All this was a sideline. The greater part of my senses and my mind were still focused on Edward’s face.

I had never seen it before this second.

How many times had I stared at Edward and marveled over his beauty? How many hours—days, weeks—of my life had I spent dreaming about what I then deemed to be perfection? I thought I’d known his face better than my own. I’d thought this was the one sure physical thing in my whole world: the flawlessness of Edward’s face.

I may as well have been blind.

For the first time, with the dimming shadows and limiting weakness of humanity taken off my eyes, I saw his face. I gasped and then struggled with my vocabulary, unable to find the right words. I needed better words.

You've got that right.

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At this point, the other part of my attention had ascertained that there was no danger here besides myself, and I automatically straightened out of my crouch; almost a whole second had passed since I’d been on the table.

I was momentarily preoccupied by the way my body moved. The instant I’d considered standing erect, I was already straight. There was no brief fragment of time in which the action occurred; change was instantaneous, almost as if there was no movement at all.

I continued to stare at Edward’s face, motionless again.

He moved slowly around the table—each step taking nearly half a second, each step flowing sinuously like river water weaving over smooth stones—his hand still outstretched.

This is why vampire conversations that they don't care about being heard by humans are impossible to understand. They can talk at hyper speed in addition to moving.

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I watched the grace of his advance, absorbing it with my new eyes.

“Bella?” he asked in a low, calming tone, but the worry in his voice layered my name with tension.

I could not answer immediately, lost as I was in the velvet folds of his voice. It was the most perfect symphony, a symphony in one instrument, an instrument more profound than any created by man.…

Yep, that's Joseph Smith there.

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“Bella, love? I’m sorry, I know it’s disorienting. But you’re all right. Everything is fine.”

Everything? My mind spun out, spiraling back to my last human hour. Already, the memory seemed dim, like I was watching through a thick, dark veil—because my human eyes had been half blind. Everything had been so blurred.

When he said everything was fine, did that include Renesmee? Where was she? With Rosalie? I tried to remember her face—I knew that she had been beautiful—but it was irritating to try to see through the human memories. Her face was shrouded in darkness, so poorly lit.…

What about Jacob? Was he fine? Did my long-suffering best friend hate me now? Had he gone back to Sam’s pack? Seth and Leah, too?

Were the Cullens safe, or had my transformation ignited the war with the pack? Did Edward’s blanket assurance cover all of that? Or was he just trying to calm me?

And Charlie? What would I tell him now? He must have called while I was burning. What had they told him? What did he think had happened to me?

You say this as if Meyer would dare to have anyone be seriously harmed or provide real stakes to this story.

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As I deliberated for one small piece of a second over which question to ask first, Edward reached out tentatively and stroked his fingertips across my cheek. Smooth as satin, soft as a feather, and now exactly matched to the temperature of my skin.

His touch seemed to sweep beneath the surface of my skin, right through the bones of my face. The feeling was tingly, electric—it jolted through my bones, down my spine, and trembled in my stomach.

Wait, I thought as the trembling blossomed into a warmth, a yearning. Wasn’t I supposed to lose this? Wasn’t giving up this feeling a part of the bargain?

I was a newborn vampire. The dry, scorching ache in my throat gave proof to that. And I knew what being a newborn entailed. Human emotions and longings would come back to me later in some form, but I’d accepted that I would not feel them in the beginning. Only thirst. That was the deal, the price. I’d agreed to pay it.

But as Edward’s hand curled to the shape of my face like satin-covered steel, desire raced through my dried-out veins, singing from my scalp to my toes.

It's like Meyer wants to piss off anyone who was expecting consequences for any action. All the buildup about Bella having to give up anything at all to be a vampire? Gone. It was meaningless. All the effort you spent reading about it was worth nothing in your life.

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He arched one perfect eyebrow, waiting for me to speak.

I threw my arms around him.

Again, it was like there was no movement. One moment I stood straight and still as a statue; in the same instant, he was in my arms.

Warm—or at least, that was my perception. With the sweet, delicious scent that I’d never been able to really take in with my dull human senses, but that was one hundred percent Edward. I pressed my face into his smooth chest.

And then he shifted his weight uncomfortably. Leaned away from my embrace. I stared up at his face, confused and frightened by the rejection.

“Um… carefully, Bella. Ow.”

I yanked my arms away, folding them behind my back as soon as I understood.

I was too strong.

"Oops," I mouthed.

This chapter is where Das Sporking puts in their "Godmode Sue" count. Bella is going to be obnoxiously perfect.

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He smiled the kind of smile that would have stopped my heart if it were still beating.

“Don’t panic, love,” he said, lifting his hand to touch my lips, parted in horror. “You’re just a bit stronger than I am for the moment.”

My eyebrows pushed together. I’d known this, too, but it felt more surreal than any other part of this ultimately surreal moment. I was stronger than Edward. I’d made him say ow.

Finally, she can get him back for all the abuse!

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His hand stroked my cheek again, and I all but forgot my distress as another wave of desire rippled through my motionless body.

These emotions were so much stronger than I was used to that it was hard to stick to one train of thought despite the extra room in my head. Each new sensation overwhelmed me. I remembered Edward saying once—his voice in my head a weak shadow compared to the crystal, musical clarity I was hearing now—that his kind, our kind, were easily distracted. I could see why.

So I actually went back and found where Edward said that. It was when he was dumping her at the beginning of New Moon and trying to justify it by saying he'd eventually forget about her.

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I made a concerted effort to focus. There was something I needed to say. The most important thing.

Very carefully, so carefully that the movement was actually discernible, I brought my right arm out from behind my back and raised my hand to touch his cheek. I refused to let myself be sidetracked by the pearly color of my hand or by the smooth silk of his skin or by the charge that zinged in my fingertips. I stared into his eyes and heard my own voice for the first time.

“I love you,” I said, but it sounded like singing. My voice rang and shimmered like a bell.

That's the most important thing you needed to say?

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His answering smile dazzled me more than it ever had when I was human; I could really see it now.

“As I love you,” he told me.

He took my face between his hands and leaned his face to mine—slow enough to remind me to be careful. He kissed me, soft as a whisper at first, and then suddenly stronger, fiercer. I tried to remember to be gentle with him, but it was hard work to remember anything in the onslaught of sensation, hard to hold on to any coherent thoughts.

It was like he’d never kissed me—like this was our first kiss. And, in truth, he’d never kissed me this way before.

It almost made me feel guilty. Surely I was in breach of the contract. I couldn’t be allowed to have this, too.

Because why should Stephenie Meyer have to inconvenience her wish fulfillment self-insert?

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Though I didn’t need oxygen, my breathing sped, raced as fast as it had when I was burning. This was a different kind of fire.

Someone cleared his throat. Emmett. I recognized the deep sound at once, joking and annoyed at the same time.

I’d forgotten we weren’t alone. And then I realized that the way I was curved around Edward now was not exactly polite for company.

But she shouldn't be breathing rapidly. That's an involuntary physiological reaction to get oxygen into your body, something vampires don't need to do.

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Embarrassed, I half-stepped away in another instantaneous movement.

Edward chuckled and stepped with me, keeping his arms tight around my waist. His face was glowing—like a white flame burned from behind his diamond skin.

I took an unnecessary breath to settle myself.

You don't have to keep saying you don't need to breathe. We get it.

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How different this kissing was! I read his expression as I compared the indistinct human memories to this clear, intense feeling. He looked… a little smug.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” I accused in my singing voice, my eyes narrowing a tiny bit.

He laughed, radiant with relief that it was all over—the fear, the pain, the uncertainties, the waiting, all of it behind us now. “It was sort of necessary at the time,” he reminded me. “Now it’s your turn to not break me.” He laughed again.

No bed will survive these two.

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I frowned as I considered that, and then Edward was not the only one laughing.

Carlisle stepped around Emmett and walked toward me swiftly; his eyes were only slightly wary, but Jasper shadowed his footsteps. I’d never seen Carlisle’s face before either, not really. I had an odd urge to blink—like I was staring at the sun.

“How do you feel, Bella?” Carlisle asked.

I considered that for a sixty-fourth of a second.

That's gonna get really annoying if she keeps listing exact times for everything.

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“Overwhelmed. There’s so much.…” I trailed off, listening to the bell-tone of my voice again.

“Yes, it can be quite confusing.”

I nodded one fast, jerky bob. “But I feel like me. Sort of. I didn’t expect that.”

Edward’s arms squeezed lightly around my waist. “I told you so,” he whispered.

“You are quite controlled,” Carlisle mused. “More so than I expected, even with the time you had to prepare yourself mentally for this.”

This is getting to the point where it feels like a fanfic of itself. Now we get to have Carlisle gush over Bella being the most perfect vampire to ever be born.

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I thought about the wild mood swings, the difficulty concentrating, and whispered, “I’m not sure about that.”

That's how you always were, Bella.

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He nodded seriously, and then his jeweled eyes glittered with interest. “It seems like we did something right with the morphine this time. Tell me, what do you remember of the transformation process?”

I hesitated, intensely aware of Edward’s breath brushing against my cheek, sending whispers of electricity through my skin.

Oh, so she's just going to stay quiet about the morphine then.

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“Everything was… very dim before. I remember the baby couldn’t breathe.…”

I looked at Edward, momentarily frightened by the memory.

“Renesmee is healthy and well,” he promised, a gleam I’d never seen before in his eyes. He said her name with an understated fervor. A reverence. The way devout people talked about their gods. “What do you remember after that?”

Now this is definitely feeling like an awful fanfic.

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I focused on my poker face. I’d never been much of a liar. “It’s hard to remember. It was so dark before. And then… I opened my eyes and I could see everything.”

"I've never been much of a liar," I lied.

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“Amazing,” Carlisle breathed, his eyes alight.

They're fawning over her now.

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Chagrin washed through me, and I waited for the heat to burn in my cheeks and give me away. And then I remembered that I would never blush again. Maybe that would protect Edward from the truth.

If I never see the word "chagrin" again, it will be too soon.

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I’d have to find a way to tip off Carlisle, though. Someday. If he ever needed to create another vampire. That possibility seemed very unlikely, which made me feel better about lying.

Just tell the truth! For the love of God, for once, just tell the truth!

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“I want you to think—to tell me everything you remember,” Carlisle pressed excitedly, and I couldn’t help the grimace that flashed across my face. I didn’t want to have to keep lying, because I might slip up. And I didn’t want to think about the burning. Unlike the human memories, that part was perfectly clear and I found I could remember it with far too much precision.

If vampires have perfect recall of everything, including their worst and most painful memories, they should all be incredibly hosed up psychologically.

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“Oh, I’m so sorry, Bella,” Carlisle apologized immediately. “Of course your thirst must be very uncomfortable. This conversation can wait.”

Until he’d mentioned it, the thirst actually wasn’t unmanageable. There was so much room in my head. A separate part of my brain was keeping tabs on the burn in my throat, almost like a reflex. The way my old brain had handled breathing and blinking.

Midjack nailed it: not only does she skip the "feral bloodlust" part, she barely even notices her thirst until she thinks about it!

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But Carlisle’s assumption brought the burn to the forefront of my mind. Suddenly, the dry ache was all I could think about, and the more I thought about it, the more it hurt. My hand flew up to cup my throat, like I could smother the flames from the outside. The skin of my neck was strange beneath my fingers. So smooth it was somehow soft, though it was hard as stone, too.

That makes no sense at all.

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Edward dropped his arms and took my other hand, tugging gently. “Let’s hunt, Bella.”

Grammarchist
Jan 28, 2013

You know, I'm starting to think there are no stakes in this vampire story.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Grammarchist posted:

You know, I'm starting to think there are no stakes in this vampire story.

You have no idea how low-stakes this will end up. It's frankly insulting to literature at a certain point.

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hyperhazard
Dec 4, 2011

I am the one lascivious
With magic potion niveous

Grammarchist posted:

You know, I'm starting to think there are no stakes in this vampire story.

I was going to make a pun about her being thirsty all right, but this is better.

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