*by Stephenie Meyer*
TWILIGHT - chapter 9 - THEORY
He was silent, staring straight ahead again. His face was bleak and cold.
"You're angry," I sighed. "I shouldn't have сказал(-а) anything."
"No," he said, but his tone was as hard as his face. "I'd rather know what you're thinking - even if what you're thinking is insane."
"So I'm wrong again?" I chalenged.
"That's not what I was referring to. 'It doesn't matter'!" he quoted, gritting his teeth together.
"I'm right?" I gasped.
"Does it matter?"
I took a deep breath.
"Not really." I paused. "But I am curious." My voice, at least, was composed.
He was suddenly resigned. "What are Ты curious about?"
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen," he answered promptly.
"And how long have Ты been seventeen?"
His lips twitched as he stared at the road. "A while," he admitted at last.
"Okay." I smiled, pleased that he was still being honest with me. He stared down at me with watchful eyes, much as he had before, when he was worried I would go into shock. I smiled wider in encouragement, and he frowned.
"Don't laugh - but how can Ты come out during the daytime?"
He laughed anyway. "Myth."
"Burned by the sunlight?"
"Myth."
"Sleeping in coffins?"
"Myth." He hesitated for a moment, and a peculiar tone entered his voice. "I can't sleep."
It took me a минута to absorb that. "At all?"
"Never," he said, his voice nearly inaudible. He turned to look at me with a wistful expression. The golden eyes held mine, and I Остаться в живых my train of thought. I stared at him until he looked away.
"You haven't asked me the most important Вопрос yet." His voice was hard now, and when he looked at me again his eyes were cold.
I blinked, still dazed. "Which one is that?"
"You aren't concerned about my diet?" he asked sarcastically.
"Oh," I muttered, "that."
"Yes, that." His voice was bleak. "Don't Ты want to know if I drink blood?"
I flinched. "Well, Jacob сказал(-а) something about that."
"What did Jacob say?" he asked flatly.
"He сказал(-а) Ты didn't... hunt people. He сказал(-а) your family wasn't supposed to be dangerous because Ты only hunted animals."
"He сказал(-а) we weren't dangerous?" His voice was deeply skeptical.
"Not exactly. He сказал(-а) Ты weren't supposed to be dangerous. But the Quileutes still didn't want Ты on their land, just in case."
He looked forward, but I couldn't tell if he was watching the road или not.
"So he was right? About not hunting people?" I tried to keep my voice as even as possible.
"The Quileutes have a long memory," he whispered.
I took it as a confirmation.
"Don't let that make Ты complacent, though," he warned me. "They're right to keep their distance from us. We are still dangerous."
"I don't understand."
"We try," he explained slowly. "We're usually very good at what we do. Sometimes we make mistakes. Me, for example, allowing myself to be alone with you."
"This is a mistake?" I heard the sadness in my voice, but I didn't know if he could as well.
"A very dangerous one," he murmured.
We were both silent then. I watched the headlights twist with the curves of the road. They moved too fast; it didn't look real, it looked like a video game. I was aware of the time slipping away so quickly, like the black road beneath us, and I was hideously afraid that I would never have another chance to be with him like this again - openly, the walls between us gone for once. His words hinted at an end, and I recoiled from the idea. I couldn't waste one минута I had with him.
"Tell me more," I asked desperately, not caring what he said, just so I could hear his voice again.
He looked at me quickly, startled by the change in my tone. "What еще do Ты want to know?"
"Tell me why Ты hunt Животные instead of people," I suggested, my voice still tinged with desparation. I realized my eyes were wet, and I fought against the grief that was trying to overpower me.
"I don't want to be a monster." His voice was very low.
"But Животные aren't enough?"
He paused. "I can't be sure, of course, but I'd compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, our little inside joke. It doesn't completely satiate the hunger - или rather thirst. But it keeps us strong enough to resist. Most of the time." His tone turned ominous. "Sometimes it's еще difficult than others."
"Is it very difficult for Ты now?" I asked.
He sighed. "Yes."
"But you're not hungry now," I сказал(-а) confidently - stating, not asking.
"Why do Ты think that?"
"Your eyes. I told Ты I had a theory. I've noticed that people - men in particular - are crabbier when they're hungry."
He chuckled. "You are observant, aren't you?"
I didn't answer; I just listened to the sound of his laugh, committing it to memory.
"Were Ты hunting this weekend, with Emmett?" I asked when it was quiet again.
"Yes." He paused for a second, as if deciding whether или not to say something. "I didn't want to leave, but it was necessary. It's a bit easier to be around Ты when I'm not thirsty."
"Why didn't Ты want to leave?"
"It makes me... anxious... to be away from you." His eyes were gentle but intense, and they seemed to be making my Кости turn soft. "I wasn't joking when I asked Ты to try not to fall in the ocean или get run over last Thursday. I was distraced all weekend, worrying about you. And after what happened tonight, I surprised that Ты did make it through a whole weekend unscathed." He shook his head, and then seemed to remember something. "Well, not totally unscathed."
"What?"
"Your hands," he reminded me. I looked down at my palms, at the almost-healed scrapes across the heals of my hands. His eyes missed nothing.
"I fell," I sighed.
"That's what I thought." His lips curved up at the corners. "I suppose, being you, it could have been much worse - and that possibility tormented me the entire time I was away. It was a very long three days. I really got on Emmett's nerves." He smiled ruefully at me.
"Three days? Didn't Ты just get back today?"
"No, we got back Sunday."
"Then why weren't any of Ты in school?" I was frustrated, almost angry as I thought of how much disappointment I had suffered because of his absence.
"Well, Ты asked if the sun hurt me, and it doesn't. But I can't go out in the sunlight - at least, not where anyone can see."
"Why?"
"I'll Показать Ты sometime," he promised.
I thought about it for a moment.
"You might have called me," I decided.
He was puzzled. "But I knew Ты were safe."
"But I didn't know where you were. I - " I hesitated, dropping my eyes.
"What?" His velvety voice was compelling.
"I didn't like it. Not seeing you. It made me anxious, too." I blushed to be saying this out loud.
He was quiet. I glanced up, apprehensive, and saw that his expression was pained.
"Ah," he groaned quietly. "This is wrong."
I couldn't understand his response. "What did I say?"
"Don't Ты see, Bella. It's one thing for me to make myself miserable, but a wholly other thing for Ты to be so involved." He turned his anguished eyes to the road, his words flowing almost too fast for me to understand. "I don't want to hear that Ты feel that way." His voice was low but urgent. His words cut me. "It's wrong. It's not safe. I'm dangerous, Bella - please, grasp that."
"No," I tried very hard not to look like a sulky child.
"I'm serious," he growled.
"So am I. I told you, it doesn't matter what Ты are, It's too late."
His voice whipped out, loud harsh. "Never say that."
I bit my lip and was glad he couldn't know how much that hurt. I stared out at the road. We must be close now. He was driving much too fast.
"What are Ты thinking?" he asked, his voice still raw. I just shook my head, not sure if I could speak. I could feel his gaze on my face, but I kept my eyes forward.
"Are Ты crying?" He sounded appalled. I hadn't realized the moisture in my eyes had brimmed over. I quickly rubbed my hand across my cheek, and sure enough, traitor tears were there, betraying me.
"No," I said, but my voice cracked.
I saw him reach for me hesitantly with his right hand, but then he stopped and placed it slowly back on the steering wheel.
"I'm sorry." His voice burned with regret. I knew he wasn't just apologizing for the words that had upset me.
The darkness slipped by us in silence.
"Tell me something," he asked after another minute, and I could hear him struggle to use a lighter tone.
"Yes?"
"What were Ты thinking tonight, just before I came around the corner? I couldn't understand your expression - Ты didn't look that scared, Ты looked like Ты were concentrating very hard on something."
"I was trying to remember how to incapacitate an attacker - Ты know, self-defense. I was going to smash his nose into his brain." I thought of the dark-haired man with a surge of hate.
"You were going to fight them?" This upset him. "Didn't Ты think about running?"
"I fall down a lot when I run," I admitted.
"What about screaming for help?"
"I was getting to that part."
He shook his head. "You were right - I'm definitely fighting fate trying to keep Ты alive."
I sighed. We were slowing, passing into the boundaries of Forks. It had taken less than twenty minutes.
"Will I see Ты tomorrow?" I demanded.
"Yes - I have a paper due, too." He smiled. "I'll save Ты a сиденье, место, сиденья at lunch."
It was silly, after everything we'd been through tonight, how that little promise sent flutters through my stomach, and made me unable to speak.
TWILIGHT - chapter 9 - THEORY
He was silent, staring straight ahead again. His face was bleak and cold.
"You're angry," I sighed. "I shouldn't have сказал(-а) anything."
"No," he said, but his tone was as hard as his face. "I'd rather know what you're thinking - even if what you're thinking is insane."
"So I'm wrong again?" I chalenged.
"That's not what I was referring to. 'It doesn't matter'!" he quoted, gritting his teeth together.
"I'm right?" I gasped.
"Does it matter?"
I took a deep breath.
"Not really." I paused. "But I am curious." My voice, at least, was composed.
He was suddenly resigned. "What are Ты curious about?"
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen," he answered promptly.
"And how long have Ты been seventeen?"
His lips twitched as he stared at the road. "A while," he admitted at last.
"Okay." I smiled, pleased that he was still being honest with me. He stared down at me with watchful eyes, much as he had before, when he was worried I would go into shock. I smiled wider in encouragement, and he frowned.
"Don't laugh - but how can Ты come out during the daytime?"
He laughed anyway. "Myth."
"Burned by the sunlight?"
"Myth."
"Sleeping in coffins?"
"Myth." He hesitated for a moment, and a peculiar tone entered his voice. "I can't sleep."
It took me a минута to absorb that. "At all?"
"Never," he said, his voice nearly inaudible. He turned to look at me with a wistful expression. The golden eyes held mine, and I Остаться в живых my train of thought. I stared at him until he looked away.
"You haven't asked me the most important Вопрос yet." His voice was hard now, and when he looked at me again his eyes were cold.
I blinked, still dazed. "Which one is that?"
"You aren't concerned about my diet?" he asked sarcastically.
"Oh," I muttered, "that."
"Yes, that." His voice was bleak. "Don't Ты want to know if I drink blood?"
I flinched. "Well, Jacob сказал(-а) something about that."
"What did Jacob say?" he asked flatly.
"He сказал(-а) Ты didn't... hunt people. He сказал(-а) your family wasn't supposed to be dangerous because Ты only hunted animals."
"He сказал(-а) we weren't dangerous?" His voice was deeply skeptical.
"Not exactly. He сказал(-а) Ты weren't supposed to be dangerous. But the Quileutes still didn't want Ты on their land, just in case."
He looked forward, but I couldn't tell if he was watching the road или not.
"So he was right? About not hunting people?" I tried to keep my voice as even as possible.
"The Quileutes have a long memory," he whispered.
I took it as a confirmation.
"Don't let that make Ты complacent, though," he warned me. "They're right to keep their distance from us. We are still dangerous."
"I don't understand."
"We try," he explained slowly. "We're usually very good at what we do. Sometimes we make mistakes. Me, for example, allowing myself to be alone with you."
"This is a mistake?" I heard the sadness in my voice, but I didn't know if he could as well.
"A very dangerous one," he murmured.
We were both silent then. I watched the headlights twist with the curves of the road. They moved too fast; it didn't look real, it looked like a video game. I was aware of the time slipping away so quickly, like the black road beneath us, and I was hideously afraid that I would never have another chance to be with him like this again - openly, the walls between us gone for once. His words hinted at an end, and I recoiled from the idea. I couldn't waste one минута I had with him.
"Tell me more," I asked desperately, not caring what he said, just so I could hear his voice again.
He looked at me quickly, startled by the change in my tone. "What еще do Ты want to know?"
"Tell me why Ты hunt Животные instead of people," I suggested, my voice still tinged with desparation. I realized my eyes were wet, and I fought against the grief that was trying to overpower me.
"I don't want to be a monster." His voice was very low.
"But Животные aren't enough?"
He paused. "I can't be sure, of course, but I'd compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, our little inside joke. It doesn't completely satiate the hunger - или rather thirst. But it keeps us strong enough to resist. Most of the time." His tone turned ominous. "Sometimes it's еще difficult than others."
"Is it very difficult for Ты now?" I asked.
He sighed. "Yes."
"But you're not hungry now," I сказал(-а) confidently - stating, not asking.
"Why do Ты think that?"
"Your eyes. I told Ты I had a theory. I've noticed that people - men in particular - are crabbier when they're hungry."
He chuckled. "You are observant, aren't you?"
I didn't answer; I just listened to the sound of his laugh, committing it to memory.
"Were Ты hunting this weekend, with Emmett?" I asked when it was quiet again.
"Yes." He paused for a second, as if deciding whether или not to say something. "I didn't want to leave, but it was necessary. It's a bit easier to be around Ты when I'm not thirsty."
"Why didn't Ты want to leave?"
"It makes me... anxious... to be away from you." His eyes were gentle but intense, and they seemed to be making my Кости turn soft. "I wasn't joking when I asked Ты to try not to fall in the ocean или get run over last Thursday. I was distraced all weekend, worrying about you. And after what happened tonight, I surprised that Ты did make it through a whole weekend unscathed." He shook his head, and then seemed to remember something. "Well, not totally unscathed."
"What?"
"Your hands," he reminded me. I looked down at my palms, at the almost-healed scrapes across the heals of my hands. His eyes missed nothing.
"I fell," I sighed.
"That's what I thought." His lips curved up at the corners. "I suppose, being you, it could have been much worse - and that possibility tormented me the entire time I was away. It was a very long three days. I really got on Emmett's nerves." He smiled ruefully at me.
"Three days? Didn't Ты just get back today?"
"No, we got back Sunday."
"Then why weren't any of Ты in school?" I was frustrated, almost angry as I thought of how much disappointment I had suffered because of his absence.
"Well, Ты asked if the sun hurt me, and it doesn't. But I can't go out in the sunlight - at least, not where anyone can see."
"Why?"
"I'll Показать Ты sometime," he promised.
I thought about it for a moment.
"You might have called me," I decided.
He was puzzled. "But I knew Ты were safe."
"But I didn't know where you were. I - " I hesitated, dropping my eyes.
"What?" His velvety voice was compelling.
"I didn't like it. Not seeing you. It made me anxious, too." I blushed to be saying this out loud.
He was quiet. I glanced up, apprehensive, and saw that his expression was pained.
"Ah," he groaned quietly. "This is wrong."
I couldn't understand his response. "What did I say?"
"Don't Ты see, Bella. It's one thing for me to make myself miserable, but a wholly other thing for Ты to be so involved." He turned his anguished eyes to the road, his words flowing almost too fast for me to understand. "I don't want to hear that Ты feel that way." His voice was low but urgent. His words cut me. "It's wrong. It's not safe. I'm dangerous, Bella - please, grasp that."
"No," I tried very hard not to look like a sulky child.
"I'm serious," he growled.
"So am I. I told you, it doesn't matter what Ты are, It's too late."
His voice whipped out, loud harsh. "Never say that."
I bit my lip and was glad he couldn't know how much that hurt. I stared out at the road. We must be close now. He was driving much too fast.
"What are Ты thinking?" he asked, his voice still raw. I just shook my head, not sure if I could speak. I could feel his gaze on my face, but I kept my eyes forward.
"Are Ты crying?" He sounded appalled. I hadn't realized the moisture in my eyes had brimmed over. I quickly rubbed my hand across my cheek, and sure enough, traitor tears were there, betraying me.
"No," I said, but my voice cracked.
I saw him reach for me hesitantly with his right hand, but then he stopped and placed it slowly back on the steering wheel.
"I'm sorry." His voice burned with regret. I knew he wasn't just apologizing for the words that had upset me.
The darkness slipped by us in silence.
"Tell me something," he asked after another minute, and I could hear him struggle to use a lighter tone.
"Yes?"
"What were Ты thinking tonight, just before I came around the corner? I couldn't understand your expression - Ты didn't look that scared, Ты looked like Ты were concentrating very hard on something."
"I was trying to remember how to incapacitate an attacker - Ты know, self-defense. I was going to smash his nose into his brain." I thought of the dark-haired man with a surge of hate.
"You were going to fight them?" This upset him. "Didn't Ты think about running?"
"I fall down a lot when I run," I admitted.
"What about screaming for help?"
"I was getting to that part."
He shook his head. "You were right - I'm definitely fighting fate trying to keep Ты alive."
I sighed. We were slowing, passing into the boundaries of Forks. It had taken less than twenty minutes.
"Will I see Ты tomorrow?" I demanded.
"Yes - I have a paper due, too." He smiled. "I'll save Ты a сиденье, место, сиденья at lunch."
It was silly, after everything we'd been through tonight, how that little promise sent flutters through my stomach, and made me unable to speak.
Twilight Romances
Alice and Jasper they fit together like pices of a puzzle
Emmett and Rosealie the perfect couple
Carlisle and Esme the lifelong dream
Edward and Bella the Romeo and Juliet of life
Renessme and Jacob The match as it came to be
Twilight romances oh my oh me.
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Why me
I ask myself all the time why me
why did he pick me
he is an Энджел
and i'm so averge
why me
how did I become this lucky
I can tell he loves me
and i don't know why
I wish he would tell me
или else I may cry
I'm so happy he can't die
My Edward My Edward
Why me why am I so lucky
Alice and Jasper they fit together like pices of a puzzle
Emmett and Rosealie the perfect couple
Carlisle and Esme the lifelong dream
Edward and Bella the Romeo and Juliet of life
Renessme and Jacob The match as it came to be
Twilight romances oh my oh me.
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Why me
I ask myself all the time why me
why did he pick me
he is an Энджел
and i'm so averge
why me
how did I become this lucky
I can tell he loves me
and i don't know why
I wish he would tell me
или else I may cry
I'm so happy he can't die
My Edward My Edward
Why me why am I so lucky
Why is Rosalie so unpopular in the Twilight fandom?
She seems anything but a Mary Sue, and believe me when I say that. She's vain, shallow, and kind of hostile towards Bella at first. She's not perfect. She's no Дисней princess who sings to chipmunks and has little animal Друзья who cater to her every whim. She has a temper that puts a lion with a bad case of PMS to shame on that count.
Remember that the way she acted to Bella was only because she felt threatened. She thought Bella was going to reveal their secret. That just shows that she cares about the safety of her family, right?
Can Ты imagine being shown up by someone clearly inferior to you? That might sting.
Rosalie really isn't that bad. Just that after Чтение a few hundred pages of limited insight about Rosalie, when all of a sudden she goes all soft, the damage done might not be reversible.
So please hear me when I say that Rosalie isn't such a horrible character. She really isn't.
She seems anything but a Mary Sue, and believe me when I say that. She's vain, shallow, and kind of hostile towards Bella at first. She's not perfect. She's no Дисней princess who sings to chipmunks and has little animal Друзья who cater to her every whim. She has a temper that puts a lion with a bad case of PMS to shame on that count.
Remember that the way she acted to Bella was only because she felt threatened. She thought Bella was going to reveal their secret. That just shows that she cares about the safety of her family, right?
Can Ты imagine being shown up by someone clearly inferior to you? That might sting.
Rosalie really isn't that bad. Just that after Чтение a few hundred pages of limited insight about Rosalie, when all of a sudden she goes all soft, the damage done might not be reversible.
So please hear me when I say that Rosalie isn't such a horrible character. She really isn't.
Max's POV
When we rushed in Sergeant луч, рэй office and I saw Addi lying there on
the floor anger just rushed over me. Sergeant луч, рэй quickly tried to
fight us but between the both of us we had him pinned down on the
floor within seconds. As Jordan was holding Sergeant луч, рэй on floor I
rushed over to Addi. I checked to see if she was breathing and that
made me a little calmer but not enough. So I grabbed the phone on the
стол письменный, стол and called 911. When the police and скорая помощь arrived I was happy
cause I knew that she was going to be okay and Sergeant луч, рэй was going
to jail. Jordan and I had to stay on campus we weren't allowed to
leave.
When we rushed in Sergeant луч, рэй office and I saw Addi lying there on
the floor anger just rushed over me. Sergeant луч, рэй quickly tried to
fight us but between the both of us we had him pinned down on the
floor within seconds. As Jordan was holding Sergeant луч, рэй on floor I
rushed over to Addi. I checked to see if she was breathing and that
made me a little calmer but not enough. So I grabbed the phone on the
стол письменный, стол and called 911. When the police and скорая помощь arrived I was happy
cause I knew that she was going to be okay and Sergeant луч, рэй was going
to jail. Jordan and I had to stay on campus we weren't allowed to
leave.
Personally I read Twilight because kids kept bugging me because I haven't read it yet.
But after Чтение all four Книги I feel in Любовь with them. I wasn't a Фан of the Письмо style или the romance. I prefer girl-on-girl. But I fell in Любовь with Edward and Jacob.
The characters are lovable. Now I hated Bella she was annoying but that's the only thing I dislike. I Любовь the ending to Breaking Dawn. And Любовь New Moon.
Edward left in that book I almost skipped it.
As of right now; Meyers is my Избранное author.
She is way better then JK Rowling and Stephen King.
I used to Любовь HP until I read Twilight.
Now I used to write before Чтение Twilight...and just suddenly realized my Письмо was nothing compared to Twilight. That's why I'm Письмо a vampire novel that I hope to Опубликовать in the near future.
But after Чтение all four Книги I feel in Любовь with them. I wasn't a Фан of the Письмо style или the romance. I prefer girl-on-girl. But I fell in Любовь with Edward and Jacob.
The characters are lovable. Now I hated Bella she was annoying but that's the only thing I dislike. I Любовь the ending to Breaking Dawn. And Любовь New Moon.
Edward left in that book I almost skipped it.
As of right now; Meyers is my Избранное author.
She is way better then JK Rowling and Stephen King.
I used to Любовь HP until I read Twilight.
Now I used to write before Чтение Twilight...and just suddenly realized my Письмо was nothing compared to Twilight. That's why I'm Письмо a vampire novel that I hope to Опубликовать in the near future.
