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evobatman
Jul 30, 2006

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Did any diehard Twilight fans ever buy the same model car as any of the Cullens' expensive cars just on pure fandom and without knowing anything about cars, and bankrupt themselves trying to keep up with maintenance costs?

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chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

evobatman posted:

Did any diehard Twilight fans ever buy the same model car as any of the Cullens' expensive cars just on pure fandom and without knowing anything about cars, and bankrupt themselves trying to keep up with maintenance costs?

Almost definitely!

I think this is the only book after Ready Player One where I've felt serious frustration. There's all of these hints of a much more compelling story and more compelling characters, but the person who ended up writing about them was an inexperienced Mormon housewife who put out an unedited first draft and became a millionaire entirely by accident.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 24: An Impasse

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My eyes opened to a bright, white light. I was in an unfamiliar room, a white room. The wall beside me was covered in long vertical blinds; over my head, the glaring lights blinded me. I was propped up on a hard, uneven bed—a bed with rails. The pillows were flat and lumpy. There was an annoying beeping sound somewhere close by. I hoped that meant I was still alive. Death shouldn’t be this uncomfortable.

My hands were all twisted up with clear tubes, and something was taped across my face, under my nose. I lifted my hand to rip it off.

Jesus, Bella! Again?

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“No, you don’t.” And cool fingers caught my hand.

“Edward?” I turned my head slightly, and his exquisite face was just inches from mine, his chin resting on the edge of my pillow. I realized again that I was alive, this time with gratitude and elation. “Oh, Edward, I’m so sorry!”

“Shhhh,” he shushed me. “Everything’s all right now.”

“What happened?” I couldn’t remember clearly, and my mind rebelled against me as I tried to recall.

“I was almost too late. I could have been too late,” he whispered, his voice tormented.

“I was so stupid, Edward. I thought he had my mom.”

“He tricked us all.”

“I need to call Charlie and my mom,” I realized through the haze.

You mean your dad and your mom? You can call him that, you know. He deserves it.

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“Alice called them. Renée is here—well, here in the hospital. She’s getting something to eat right now.”

“She’s here?” I tried to sit up, but the spinning in my head accelerated, and his hand pushed me gently down onto the pillows.

“She’ll be back soon,” he promised. “And you need to stay still.”

“But what did you tell her?” I panicked. I had no interest in being soothed. My mom was here and I was recovering from a vampire attack. “Why did you tell her I’m here?”

“You fell down two flights of stairs and through a window.” He paused. “You have to admit, it could happen.”

I promise this excuse gets even funnier in a bit.

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I sighed, and it hurt. I stared down at my body under the sheet, the huge lump that was my leg.

“How bad am I?” I asked.

“You have a broken leg, four broken ribs, some cracks in your skull, bruises covering every inch of your skin, and you’ve lost a lot of blood. They gave you a few transfusions. I didn’t like it—it made you smell all wrong for a while.”

This reminds me of A Handbook for Mortals where Lani Sarem did the exact same "Come up with a convenient excuse to tell everyone a mundane reason for your injuries", but in that case it was magical internal hemorrhaging so she had to go with a bizarre combination of two extremely rare diseases.

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“That must have been a nice change for you.”

“No, I like how you smell.”

“How did you do it?” I asked quietly. He knew what I meant at once.

“I’m not sure.” He looked away from my wondering eyes, lifting my gauze-wrapped hand from the bed and holding it gently in his, careful not to disrupt the wire connecting me to one of the monitors.

I waited patiently for the rest.

He sighed without returning my gaze. “It was impossible… to stop,” he whispered. “Impossible. But I did.” He looked up finally, with half a smile. “I must love you.”

“Don’t I taste as good as I smell?” I smiled in response. That hurt my face.

“Even better—better than I’d imagined.”

Okay yeah this is definitely a fetish thing now.

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“I’m sorry,” I apologized. He raised his eyes to the ceiling.

“Of all the things to apologize for.”

“What should I apologize for?”

“For very nearly taking yourself away from me forever.”

Are you making this about yourself now?

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“I’m sorry,” I apologized again.

“I know why you did it.” His voice was comforting. “It was still irrational, of course. You should have waited for me, you should have told me.”

“You wouldn’t have let me go.”

“No,” he agreed in a grim tone, “I wouldn’t.”

Some very unpleasant memories were beginning to come back to me. I shuddered, and then winced. He was instantly anxious.

“Bella, what’s wrong?”

“What happened to James?”

“After I pulled him off you, Emmett and Jasper took care of him.” There was a fierce note of regret in his voice.

"I wanted to do the decapitation myself!"

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This confused me. “I didn’t see Emmett and Jasper there.”

“They had to leave the room… there was a lot of blood.”

“But you stayed.”

“Yes, I stayed.”

“And Alice, and Carlisle…,” I said in wonder.

“They love you, too, you know.”

A flash of painful images from the last time I’d seen Alice reminded me of something. “Did Alice see the tape?” I asked anxiously.

The way Meyer writes this, it sounds like Bella is literally having images flash in her head like a movie flashback sequence.

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“Yes.” A new sound darkened his voice, a tone of sheer hatred.

“She was always in the dark, that’s why she didn’t remember.”

“I know. She understands now.” His voice was even, but his face was black with fury.

I tried to reach his face with my free hand, but something stopped me. I glanced down to see the IV pulling at my hand.

“Ugh.” I winced.

“What is it?” he asked anxiously—distracted, but not enough. The bleakness did not entirely leave his eyes.

“Needles,” I explained, looking away from the one in my hand. I concentrated on a warped ceiling tile and tried to breathe deeply despite the ache in my ribs.

“Afraid of a needle,” he muttered to himself under his breath, shaking his head. “Oh, a sadistic vampire, intent on torturing her to death, sure, no problem, she runs off to meet him. An IV, on the other hand…”

The part of Bella's brain that judges danger just straight up doesn't work.

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I rolled my eyes. I was pleased to discover that this reaction, at least, was pain-free. I decided to change the subject.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

He stared at me, first confusion and then hurt touching his eyes. His brows pulled together as he frowned. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No!” I protested, horrified by the thought. “No, I meant, why does my mother think you’re here? I need to have my story straight before she gets back.”

“Oh,” he said, and his forehead smoothed back into marble. “I came to Phoenix to talk some sense into you, to convince you to come back to Forks.” His wide eyes were so earnest and sincere, I almost believed him myself. “You agreed to see me, and you drove out to the hotel where I was staying with Carlisle and Alice—of course I was here with parental supervision,” he inserted virtuously, “but you tripped on the stairs on the way to my room and… well, you know the rest. You don’t need to remember any details, though; you have a good excuse to be a little muddled about the finer points.”

I thought about it for a moment. “There are a few flaws with that story. Like no broken windows.”

“Not really,” he said. “Alice had a little bit too much fun fabricating evidence. It’s all been taken care of very convincingly—you could probably sue the hotel if you wanted to. You have nothing to worry about,” he promised, stroking my cheek with the lightest of touches. “Your only job now is to heal.”

Yeah, Alice just went loving Keith Moon on their hotel to help Bella's cover story. I still want a book that's just about the rest of the Cullen family.

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I wasn’t so lost to the soreness or the fog of medication that I didn’t respond to his touch. The beeping of the monitor jumped around erratically—now he wasn’t the only one who could hear my heart misbehave.

“That’s going to be embarrassing,” I muttered to myself.

He chuckled, and a speculative look came into his eye. “Hmm, I wonder…”

He leaned in slowly; the beeping noise accelerated wildly before his lips even touched me. But when they did, though with the most gentle of pressure, the beeping stopped altogether.

He pulled back abruptly, his anxious expression turning to relief as the monitor reported the restarting of my heart.

Bella that is not a normal thing to loving happen! You just had a literal heart attack! Your lifespan has likely been shortened dramatically every time you kissed him!

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“It seems that I’m going to have to be even more careful with you than usual.” He frowned.

“I was not finished kissing you,” I complained. “Don’t make me come over there.”

That feeling of faintness in the woods wasn't just you being quirky! You went presyncope!

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He grinned, and bent to press his lips lightly to mine. The monitor went wild.

But then his lips were taut. He pulled away.

“I think I hear your mother,” he said, grinning again.

“Don’t leave me,” I cried, an irrational surge of panic flooding through me. I couldn’t let him go—he might disappear from me again.

He read the terror in my eyes for a short second. “I won’t,” he promised solemnly, and then he smiled. “I’ll take a nap.”

He moved from the hard plastic chair by my side to the turquoise faux-leather recliner at the foot of my bed, leaning it all the way back, and closing his eyes. He was perfectly still.

“Don’t forget to breathe,” I whispered sarcastically. He took a deep breath, his eyes still closed.

This book would be a lot better if they actually had a running gag where vampires pretending to be asleep are mistaken for dead because they forget to breathe and everyone panics before they suddenly and dramatically "resuscitate."

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I could hear my mother now. She was talking to someone, maybe a nurse, and she sounded tired and upset. I wanted to jump out of the bed and run to her, to calm her, promise that everything was fine. But I wasn’t in any sort of shape for jumping, so I waited impatiently.

The door opened a crack, and she peeked through.

“Mom!” I whispered, my voice full of love and relief.

She took in Edward’s still form on the recliner, and tiptoed to my bedside.

“He never leaves, does he?” she mumbled to herself.

“Mom, I’m so glad to see you!”

She bent down to hug me gently, and I felt warm tears falling on my cheeks.

“Bella, I was so upset!”

“I’m sorry, Mom. But everything’s fine now, it’s okay,” I comforted her.

“I’m just glad to finally see your eyes open.” She sat on the edge of my bed.

I suddenly realized I didn’t have any idea when it was. “How long have they been closed?”

“It’s Friday, hon, you’ve been out for a while.”

“Friday?” I was shocked. I tried to remember what day it had been when… but I didn’t want to think about that.

“They had to keep you sedated for a while, honey—you’ve got a lot of injuries.”

“I know.” I could feel them.

“You’re lucky Dr. Cullen was there. He’s such a nice man… very young, though. And he looks more like a model than a doctor.…”

“You met Carlisle?”

“And Edward’s sister Alice. She’s a lovely girl.”

“She is,” I agreed wholeheartedly.

She glanced over her shoulder at Edward, lying with his eyes closed in the chair. “You didn’t tell me you had such good friends in Forks.”

I cringed, and then moaned.

“What hurts?” she demanded anxiously, turning back to me. Edward’s eyes flashed to my face.

“It’s fine,” I assured them. “I just have to remember not to move.” He lapsed back into his phony slumber.

Edward just instantly switching between asleep and awake in the background like a comedy skit.

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I took advantage of my mother’s momentary distraction to keep the subject from returning to my less-than-candid behavior. “Where’s Phil?” I asked quickly.

“Florida—oh, Bella! You’ll never guess! Just when we were about to leave, the best news!”

“Phil got signed?” I guessed.

"He taught you how to buy groceries without breaking down in tears because you forgot how money worked and tried to pay with expired teabags?"

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“Yes! How did you guess! The Suns, can you believe it?”

“That’s great, Mom,” I said as enthusiastically as I could manage, though I had little idea what that meant.

“And you’ll like Jacksonville so much,” she gushed while I stared at her vacantly. “I was a little bit worried when Phil started talking about Akron, what with the snow and everything, because you know how I hate the cold, but now Jacksonville! It’s always sunny, and the humidity really isn’t that bad. We found the cutest house, yellow, with white trim, and a porch just like in an old movie, and this huge oak tree, and it’s just a few minutes from the ocean, and you’ll have your own bathroom—”

“Wait, Mom!” I interrupted. Edward still had his eyes closed, but he looked too tense to pass as asleep. “What are you talking about? I’m not going to Florida. I live in Forks.”

“But you don’t have to anymore, silly,” she laughed. “Phil will be able to be around so much more now… we’ve talked about it a lot, and what I’m going to do is trade off on the away games, half the time with you, half the time with him.”

“Mom.” I hesitated, wondering how best to be diplomatic about this. “I want to live in Forks. I’m already settled in at school, and I have a couple of girlfriends”—she glanced toward Edward again when I reminded her of friends, so I tried another direction—“and Charlie needs me. He’s just all alone up there, and he can’t cook at all.”

"Also I have to make up for the years of depression and anxiety you caused by stealing his beloved daughter and turning her against him."

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“You want to stay in Forks?” she asked, bewildered. The idea was inconceivable to her. And then her eyes flickered back toward Edward. “Why?”

“I told you—school, Charlie—ouch!” I’d shrugged. Not a good idea.

Her hands fluttered helplessly over me, trying to find a safe place to pat. She made do with my forehead; it was unbandaged.

At this point this is a comedy.

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“Bella, honey, you hate Forks,” she reminded me.

“It’s not so bad.”

She frowned and looked back and forth between Edward and me, this time very deliberately.

“Is it this boy?” she whispered.

I opened my mouth to lie, but her eyes were scrutinizing my face, and I knew she would see through that.

“He’s part of it,” I admitted. No need to confess how big a part. “So, have you had a chance to talk with Edward?” I asked.

“Yes.” She hesitated, looking at his perfectly still form. “And I want to talk to you about that.”

Uh-oh. “What about?” I asked.

“I think that boy is in love with you,” she accused, keeping her voice low.

“I think so, too,” I confided.

“And how do you feel about him?” She only poorly concealed the raging curiosity in her voice.

I sighed, looking away. As much as I loved my mom, this was not a conversation I wanted to have with her. “I’m pretty crazy about him.” There—that sounded like something a teenager with her first boyfriend might say.

“Well, he seems very nice, and, my goodness, he’s incredibly good-looking, but you’re so young, Bella…” Her voice was unsure; as far as I could remember, this was the first time since I was eight that she’d come close to trying to sound like a parental authority. I recognized the reasonable-but-firm tone of voice from talks I’d had with her about men.

“I know that, Mom. Don’t worry about it. It’s just a crush,” I soothed her.

"His body count isn't that high!"

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“That’s right,” she agreed, easily pleased.

Then she sighed and glanced guiltily over her shoulder at the big, round clock on the wall.

“Do you need to go?”

She bit her lip. “Phil’s supposed to call in a little while… I didn’t know you were going to wake up.…”

“No problem, Mom.” I tried to tone down the relief so she wouldn’t get her feelings hurt. “I won’t be alone.”

“I’ll be back soon. I’ve been sleeping here, you know,” she announced, proud of herself.

“Oh, Mom, you don’t have to do that! You can sleep at home—I’ll never notice.” The swirl of painkillers in my brain was making it hard to concentrate even now, though, apparently, I’d been sleeping for days.

I checked the timeline (because the Twilight Lexicon made a full timeline of every event in the series). She's been unconscious for two days.

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“I was too nervous,” she admitted sheepishly. “There’s been some crime in the neighborhood, and I don’t like being there alone.”

“Crime?” I asked in alarm. “Someone broke into that dance studio around the corner from the house and burned it to the ground—there’s nothing left at all! And they left a stolen car right out front. Do you remember when you used to dance there, honey?”

“I remember.” I shivered, and winced.

“I can stay, baby, if you need me.”

“No, Mom, I’ll be fine. Edward will be with me.”

She looked like that might be why she wanted to stay. “I’ll be back tonight.” It sounded as much like a warning as it sounded like a promise, and she glanced at Edward again as she said it.

“I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too, Bella. Try to be more careful when you walk, honey, I don’t want to lose you.”

Edward’s eyes stayed closed, but a wide grin flashed across his face.

Another thing that would have improved the series is Bella being injured in each book, with even more ridiculous clumsiness-related excuses being crafted and Alice and Jasper getting more and more excited about "fabricating the evidence".

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A nurse came bustling in then to check all my tubes and wires. My mother kissed my forehead, patted my gauze-wrapped hand, and left.

The nurse was checking the paper readout on my heart monitor.

“Are you feeling anxious, honey? Your heart rate got a little high there.”

"Also it says here you suffered a...heart attack?"

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“I’m fine,” I assured her.

“I’ll tell your RN that you’re awake. She’ll be in to see you in a minute.”

As soon as she closed the door, Edward was at my side.

“You stole a car?” I raised my eyebrows.

He smiled, unrepentant. “It was a good car, very fast.”

Well, it's not as bad as murder so we'll give you a pass there.

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“How was your nap?” I asked.

“Interesting.” His eyes narrowed.

“What?”

He looked down while he answered. “I’m surprised. I thought Florida… and your mother… well, I thought that’s what you would want.”

I stared at him uncomprehendingly. “But you’d be stuck inside all day in Florida. You’d only be able to come out at night, just like a real vampire.”

He almost smiled, but not quite. And then his face was grave. “I would stay in Forks, Bella. Or somewhere like it,” he explained. “Someplace where I couldn’t hurt you anymore.”

It didn’t sink in at first. I continued to stare at him blankly as the words one by one clicked into place in my head like a ghastly puzzle. I was barely conscious of the sound of my heart accelerating, though, as my breathing became hyperventilation, I was aware of the sharp aching in my protesting ribs.

Again, a preview of New Moon!

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He didn’t say anything; he watched my face warily as the pain that had nothing to do with broken bones, pain that was infinitely worse, threatened to crush me.

And then another nurse walked purposefully into the room. Edward sat still as stone as she took in my expression with a practiced eye before turning to the monitors.

“Time for more pain meds, sweetheart?” she asked kindly, tapping the IV feed.

“No, no,” I mumbled, trying to keep the agony out of my voice. “I don’t need anything.” I couldn’t afford to close my eyes now.

“No need to be brave, honey. It’s better if you don’t get too stressed out; you need to rest.” She waited, but I just shook my head.

“Okay,” she sighed. “Hit the call button when you’re ready.”

She gave Edward a stern look, and threw one more anxious glance at the machinery, before leaving.

She loving knows.

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His cool hands were on my face; I stared at him with wild eyes. “Shhh, Bella, calm down.”

“Don’t leave me,” I begged in a broken voice.

“I won’t,” he promised. “Now relax before I call the nurse back to sedate you.”

But my heart couldn’t slow.

“Bella.” He stroked my face anxiously. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here as long as you need me.”

“Do you swear you won’t leave me?” I whispered. I tried to control the gasping, at least. My ribs were throbbing.

He put his hands on either side of my face and brought his face close to mine. His eyes were wide and serious. “I swear.”

The smell of his breath was soothing. It seemed to ease the ache of my breathing. He continued to hold my gaze while my body slowly relaxed and the beeping returned to a normal pace. His eyes were dark, closer to black than gold today.

How often do vampires have to drink blood and how much? He got some from Bella two days before.

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“Better?” he asked. “

Yes,” I said cautiously.

He shook his head and muttered something unintelligible. I thought I picked out the word “overreaction.”

This is one of the big sources of evidence that Bella has borderline personality disorder. As was explained, a prominent symptom is exaggerated fear of abandonment. Bella has become so attached to Edward in a few months of knowing him that just thinking he would break up with her causes a gigantic panic attack.

It makes me seriously wonder about Stephenie Meyer. She managed to make a protagonist who so perfectly embodies a major, crippling mental illness that's often the product of being raised in an abusive environment, but in interviews and her portrayal of Bella she doesn't seem to think her character is all that bad or abnormal. That's the kind of writing that makes you wonder about the author's personal life and childhood.

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“Why did you say that?” I whispered, trying to keep my voice from shaking. “Are you tired of having to save me all the time? Do you want me to go away?”

“No, I don’t want to be without you, Bella, of course not. Be rational. And I have no problem with saving you, either—if it weren’t for the fact that I was the one putting you in danger… that I’m the reason that you’re here.”

“Yes, you are the reason.” I frowned. “The reason I’m here—alive.”

“Barely.” His voice was just a whisper. “Covered in gauze and plaster and hardly able to move.”

“I wasn’t referring to my most recent near-death experience,” I said, growing irritated. “I was thinking of the others—you can take your pick. If it weren’t for you, I would be rotting away in the Forks cemetery.”

Let's not forget that the one in Port Angeles was entirely on her wandering off stupidly in a place that's really hard to get lost in.

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He winced at my words, but the haunted look didn’t leave his eyes.

“That’s not the worst part, though,” he continued to whisper. He acted as if I hadn’t spoken. “Not seeing you there on the floor… crumpled and broken.” His voice was choked. “Not thinking I was too late. Not even hearing you scream in pain—all those unbearable memories that I’ll carry with me for the rest of eternity. No, the very worst was feeling… knowing that I couldn’t stop. Believing that I was going to kill you myself.”

“But you didn’t.”

“I could have. So easily.”

I knew I needed to stay calm… but he was trying to talk himself into leaving me, and the panic fluttered in my lungs, trying to get out.

As someone who has been engaged to a girl with BPD at one point, Bella's panicked hysteria is completely realistic.

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“Promise me,” I whispered.

“What?”

“You know what.” I was starting to get angry now. He was so stubbornly determined to dwell on the negative.

No, he's got legitimate concerns about your safety! Ones that the next book will immediately justify!

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He heard the change in my tone. His eyes tightened. “I don’t seem to be strong enough to stay away from you, so I suppose that you’ll get your way… whether it kills you or not,” he added roughly.

“Good.” He hadn’t promised, though—a fact that I had not missed. The panic was only barely contained; I had no strength left to control the anger. “You told me how you stopped… now I want to know why,” I demanded.

“Why?” he repeated warily.

Why you did it. Why didn’t you just let the venom spread? By now I would be just like you.”

Edward’s eyes seemed to turn flat black, and I remembered that this was something he’d never intended me to know. Alice must have been preoccupied by the things she’d learned about herself… or she’d been very careful with her thoughts around him—clearly, he’d had no idea that she’d filled me in on the mechanics of vampire conversions. He was surprised, and infuriated. His nostrils flared, his mouth looked as if it was chiseled from stone.

He wasn’t going to answer, that much was clear.

“I’ll be the first to admit that I have no experience with relationships,” I said. “But it just seems logical… a man and woman have to be somewhat equal… as in, one of them can’t always be swooping in and saving the other one. They have to save each other equally.”

He folded his arms on the side of my bed and rested his chin on his arms. His expression was smooth, the anger reined in. Evidently he’d decided he wasn’t angry with me. I hoped I’d get a chance to warn Alice before he caught up with her.

“You have saved me,” he said quietly.

“I can’t always be Lois Lane,” I insisted. “I want to be Superman, too.”

Yeah, that's where this is going.

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“You don’t know what you’re asking.” His voice was soft; he stared intently at the edge of the pillowcase.

“I think I do.”

“Bella, you don’t know. I’ve had almost ninety years to think about this, and I’m still not sure.”

“Do you wish that Carlisle hadn’t saved you?”

“No, I don’t wish that.” He paused before continuing. “But my life was over. I wasn’t giving anything up.”

“You are my life. You’re the only thing it would hurt me to lose.” I was getting better at this. It was easy to admit how much I needed him.

According to the Twilight Lexicon, it's only been 9 days since Bella and Edward officially became a couple. It's taken her about a week of dating to decide that she wants to be turned into a vampire, with all the associated supernatural baggage.

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He was very calm, though. Decided.

“I can’t do it, Bella. I won’t do that to you.”

“Why not?” My throat rasped and the words weren’t as loud as I’d meant them to be. “Don’t tell me it’s too hard! After today, or I guess it was a few days ago… anyway, after that, it should be nothing.”

He glared at me.

“And the pain?” he asked.

I blanched. I couldn’t help it. But I tried to keep my expression from showing how clearly I remembered the feeling… the fire in my veins.

“That’s my problem,” I said. “I can handle it.”

“It’s possible to take bravery to the point where it becomes insanity.”

“It’s not an issue. Three days. Big deal.”

Edward grimaced again as my words reminded him that I was more informed than he had ever intended me to be. I watched him repress the anger, watched as his eyes grew speculative.

“Charlie?” he asked curtly. “Renée?”

Minutes passed in silence as I struggled to answer his question. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I closed it again. He waited, and his expression became triumphant because he knew I had no true answer.

“Look, that’s not an issue either,” I finally muttered; my voice was as unconvincing as it always was when I lied. “Renée has always made the choices that work for her—she’d want me to do the same. And Charlie’s resilient, he’s used to being on his own. I can’t take care of them forever. I have my own life to live.”

Your mom's first choice when you were born was to divorce her husband and take you because she was bored with small town life! She's not the best person to take your life lessons from!

This conflict is perhaps the height of Bella's selfishness. She's been made aware of all the problems with vampiric life, that she would have to watch all her loved ones grow old and die without her (and likely abandon her parents to keep them from knowing) and never be able to maintain human friendships for very long to avoid being revealed as immortal. That she would need to hunt animals to quell the burning desire to kill every person around her. That she could never venture into the sun uncovered again. But within an incredibly short span of time she's already cast away all of these concerns in the name of her boyfriend.

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“Exactly,” he snapped. “And I won’t end it for you.”

“If you’re waiting for me to be on my deathbed, I’ve got news for you! I was just there!”

“You’re going to recover,” he reminded me.

I took a deep breath to calm myself, ignoring the spasm of pain it triggered. I stared at him, and he stared back. There was no compromise in his face.

“No,” I said slowly. “I’m not.”

His forehead creased. “Of course you are. You may have a scar or two.…”

“You’re wrong,” I insisted. “I’m going to die.”

“Really, Bella.” He was anxious now. “You’ll be out of here in a few days. Two weeks at most.”

I glared at him. “I may not die now… but I’m going to die sometime. Every minute of the day, I get closer. And I’m going to get old.”

He frowned as what I was saying sunk in, pressing his long fingers to his temples and closing his eyes. “That’s how it’s supposed to happen. How it should happen. How it would have happened if I didn’t exist—and I shouldn’t exist.”

I snorted. He opened his eyes in surprise. “That’s stupid. That’s like going to someone who’s just won the lottery, taking their money, and saying, ‘Look, let’s just go back to how things should be. It’s better that way.’ And I’m not buying it.”

“I’m hardly a lottery prize,” he growled.

“That’s right. You’re much better.”

It's hard for this book to make me despise Bella Swan more, but it's doing it!

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He rolled his eyes and set his lips. “Bella, we’re not having this discussion anymore. I refuse to drat you to an eternity of night and that’s the end of it.”

“If you think that’s the end, then you don’t know me very well,” I warned him. “You’re not the only vampire I know.”

His eyes went black again. “Alice wouldn’t dare.”

And for a moment he looked so frightening that I couldn’t help but believe it—I couldn’t imagine someone brave enough to cross him.

“Alice already saw it, didn’t she?” I guessed. “That’s why the things she says upset you. She knows I’m going to be like you… someday.”

“She’s wrong. She also saw you dead, but that didn’t happen, either.”

“You’ll never catch me betting against Alice.”

Can you believe this isn't close to the worst Bella behaves?

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We stared at each other for a very long time. It was quiet except for the whirring of the machines, the beeping, the dripping, the ticking of the big clock on the wall. Finally, his expression softened.

“So where does that leave us?” I wondered.

He chuckled humorlessly. “I believe it’s called an impasse.”

I sighed. “Ouch,” I muttered.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, eyeing the button for the nurse.

“I’m fine,” I lied.

“I don’t believe you,” he said gently.

“I’m not going back to sleep.”

“You need rest. All this arguing isn’t good for you.”

“So give in,” I hinted.

“Nice try.” He reached for the button.

“No!”

He ignored me.

“Yes?” the speaker on the wall squawked.

“I think we’re ready for more pain medication,” he said calmly, ignoring my furious expression.

“I’ll send in the nurse.” The voice sounded very bored.

“I won’t take it,” I promised. He looked toward the sack of fluids hanging beside my bed.

“I don’t think they’re going to ask you to swallow anything.”

Oh I'm sure she doesn't swallow.

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My heart rate started to climb. He read the fear in my eyes, and sighed in frustration.

“Bella, you’re in pain. You need to relax so you can heal. Why are you being so difficult? They’re not going to put any more needles in you now.”

“I’m not afraid of the needles,” I mumbled. “I’m afraid to close my eyes.”

Then he smiled his crooked smile, and took my face between his hands. “I told you I’m not going anywhere. Don’t be afraid. As long as it makes you happy, I’ll be here.”

I smiled back, ignoring the ache in my cheeks. “You’re talking about forever, you know.”

“Oh, you’ll get over it—it’s just a crush.”

I shook my head in disbelief—it made me dizzy. “I was shocked when Renée swallowed that one. I know you know better.”

“That’s the beautiful thing about being human,” he told me. “Things change.”

"Sometimes we get therapy!"

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My eyes narrowed. “Don’t hold your breath.”

He was laughing when the nurse came in, brandishing a syringe.

“Excuse me,” she said brusquely to Edward.

He got up and crossed to the end of the small room, leaning against the wall. He folded his arms and waited. I kept my eyes on him, still apprehensive. He met my gaze calmly.

“Here you go, honey.” The nurse smiled as she injected the medicine into my tube. “You’ll feel better now.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, unenthusiastic. It didn’t take long. I could feel the drowsiness trickling through my bloodstream almost immediately.

“That ought to do it,” she muttered as my eyelids drooped. She must have left the room, because something cold and smooth touched my face.

“Stay.” The word was slurred.

“I will,” he promised. His voice was beautiful, like a lullaby. “Like I said, as long as it makes you happy… as long as it’s what’s best for you.”

This relationship is so hosed up.

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I tried to shake my head, but it was too heavy. “’S not the same thing,” I mumbled.

He laughed. “Don’t worry about that now, Bella. You can argue with me when you wake up.”

I think I smiled. “’Kay.”

I could feel his lips at my ear.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Me, too.”

“I know,” he laughed quietly. I turned my head slightly… searching. He knew what I was after. His lips touched mine gently.

Combined with the pain medication, this was sufficient to stop her heart, killing her instantly.

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“Thanks,” I sighed.

“Anytime.”

I wasn’t really there at all anymore. But I fought against the stupor weakly. There was just one more thing I wanted to tell him.

“Edward?” I struggled to pronounce his name clearly.

“Yes?”

“I’m betting on Alice,” I mumbled.

And then the night closed over me.

We have one more chapter to go before moving on.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

So this chapter showcases Bella's apparent borderline personality disorder diagnosis pretty well, and before we move on to New Moon I think it's good to take a more detailed look at how she meets the symptoms. She doesn't necessarily hit every one perfectly and obviously in every book, but it's apparent over the course of the series and she eventually comes to embody every one. I've personally been in a long term relationship with a girl who had BPD and was completely unmedicated and without therapy and a number of other people I know suffer from it, so this is a subject I have a lot of personal experience with.

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A pervasive pattern of instability of interpersonal relationships, self-image and affects, as well as marked impulsivity, beginning by early adulthood and present in a variety of contexts, as indicated by five (or more) of the following:

1. Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment.
2. A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation.
3. Identity disturbance: markedly and persistently unstable self-image or sense of self.
4. Impulsivity in at least two areas that are potentially self-damaging (e.g., promiscuous sex, eating disorders, binge eating,substance abuse, reckless driving).
5. Recurrent suicidal behavior, gestures, threats or self-injuring behavior such as cutting, interfering with the healing of scars (excoriation) or picking at oneself.
6. Affective instability due to a marked reactivity of mood
7. Chronic feelings of emptiness
8. Inappropriate anger or difficulty controlling anger
9. Transient, stress-related paranoid ideation, delusions or severe dissociative symptoms

BPD is most commonly seen in women. There are concerns of misdiagnosis (such as passing off men who have it as simply having depression or bipolar disorder), but it's notable that BPD is commonly seen in people who were raised in an abusive environment. Every person I know myself who has BPD is a girl who was raised with abuse, sometimes to utterly horrifying extremes. Many of these symptoms are not only psychological damage from abuse, but coping mechanisms for an extreme environment that now can't be turned off once out of that situation. There's no known cure for BPD except extensive therapy and emboldening the victim with good habits to allow them to adjust their behavior in the real world.

1. Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment.

We just saw this one here! Bella has known Edward for less than 3 months and has only been in an actual relationship for a little over a week, but the mere thought of not being with him causes her to have a full-blown panic attack and begin demanding that he prove his loyalty. The entire plot of New Moon actually hinges on this behavior and causes her to engage in basically all of the other points on this list in one go.

In the case of BPD brought from abuse, it's easy to see where this symptom would originate.

2. A pattern of unstable and intense interpersonal relationships characterized by alternating between extremes of idealization and devaluation.

Notice how Bella classifies people in her mind. They're often extremes that lack subtlety and aren't even accurate: Mike is "vile" while Edward is glorified into an inhuman being of pure love, despite Mike having done nothing worse than ask Bella out and be a little too friendly and Edward showing violent tendencies and severe mood swings that would make him an awful partner for anyone.

Much of this comes from another problem for people with BPD: "splitting", or black-and-white thinking. People suffering from BPD have difficulty holding views that may seem mutually exclusive, which includes understanding human complexity. They can't assign both good and bad values to something that is both good and bad, instead making everything and everyone totally good or totally evil. If a good person makes a mistake, the BPD sufferer's mind is likely to instantly shift into classifying them as a bad person.

This is something I encountered a lot in my relationship, and was ultimately a major cause of our breakup. Depending on whether I had made a mistake or done something she didn't like recently, her opinion of me would wildly swing between "The only person I can trust" and "Someone I can never trust who will always betray me."

Splitting originates as a coping mechanism by allowing the person with BPD to immediately and painlessly discard something potentially harmful (while also taking care of the fear of abandonment by classifying the person as "a bad person" before abandoning them instead), but it also makes it very difficult for them to maintain relationships. Someone who does something that the BPD sufferer doesn't like, even if it's a mistake or they had a justifiable reason for doing so, can find themselves on the other end of serious rage or be completely cut off from contact and badmouthed to all of their friends.

3. Identity disturbance: markedly and persistently unstable self-image or sense of self.

Bella has incredibly low self-esteem regardless of how her life goes. When she and Edward accidentally match before going to the woods, she laments how ugly she is while he looks like a runway model. She expresses disbelief at the amount of attention she gets from boys when she moves to Forks, finding excuses as to why anyone would ever be attracted to her. Like many people with BPD, she's incapable of objectively looking at herself or maintaining a positive subjective opinion of herself. A friend of mine with BPD is gorgeous enough to be a model and has a master's degree in psychology, but when complimented on her appearance or talents she immediately withdraws or even intentionally pulls an ugly face to deflect it.

4. Impulsivity in at least two areas that are potentially self-damaging (e.g., promiscuous sex, eating disorders, binge eating,substance abuse, reckless driving).

While Bella has already displayed a lack of sense with her continued attempt at dating a vampire who's constantly fighting the urge to kill her, this point becomes one of her defining characteristics in New Moon.

5. Recurrent suicidal behavior, gestures, threats or self-injuring behavior such as cutting, interfering with the healing of scars (excoriation) or picking at oneself.

This is another one that we'll see in New Moon. While Bella never actively harms herself in the sense of cutting, she intentionally engages in reckless activity despite knowing her clumsiness and suffers many injuries over the course of it. She displays an intentional disregard for her safety that can be interpreted as a form of reckless suicide attempts, no longer caring if she lives or dies from her actions and leaving it up to fate.

6. Affective instability due to a marked reactivity of mood

A major sign of BPD is that they tend to feel emotions extremely strongly, both positive and negative, which leads to confusion (and possibly misdiagnosis) with bipolar disorder. With Bella, it's always a mystery how she'll feel about any given situation or person. Over the course of one chapter she may swing dramatically between anger, depression, and joy. Her obsession with Edward is such that his mere presence or departure can completely shift her mood between extremes, and even the thought of potentially talking to him or seeing him leave can send Bella spiraling in a different direction.

This is one of the most serious problems for a person with BPD and one of the most major causes of their difficulty with personal relationships. As I've witnessed myself, a short burst of anger caused by accidentally hurting someone can be enough to send them running sobbing all the way to their car to drive somewhere else even as the other person tries to calm them down. They suddenly have to leave work early or isolate themselves because of an unexpected bout of severe depression or anger that keeps them from interacting with anyone in a normal fashion. An untreated BPD sufferer is often like an emotional minefield, with a seemingly innocuous occurrence or one that a neurotypical person would shrug off causing a sudden, unexpected shift that can last for hours.

7. Chronic feelings of emptiness

Again, a New Moon appearance. With some pretty godawful prose describing it.

8. Inappropriate anger or difficulty controlling anger

Remember how often Bella got mad? How many times she would insist that she doesn't normally get so angry or want to commit violence, but displays a consistent trend of anger over innocuous things or desires to hurt people and break stuff?

Along with the extreme display of emotion and splitting, this is one of the hallmarks of BPD that's instantly recognizable and a severe problem for other people around them. It works in tandem with #6 to make bouts of rage a relatively common reaction to something negative, often turning violent. In the case of my relationship, it exacerbated our issues; admitting to a mistake that I made or something I forgot could result in severe anger, but so could keeping quiet about it (which would in turn lead to the label of "liar" or "untrustworthy").

9. Transient, stress-related paranoid ideation, delusions or severe dissociative symptoms

This occurs in New Moon, and lemme tell you it gets real creepy real fast.

The severe dissociation is another one that occurs as a coping mechanism. By mentally detaching from the abuse you suffer, you become able to better withstand it. Like other coping mechanisms that become BPD symptoms, however, it becomes inappropriate and potentially dangerous to use when you're no longer in that situation. Dissociation can occur at seemingly random times and suddenly leave the person unable to communicate normally or respond to situations appropriately. In extreme situations, it can manifest as a sort of split personality that the victim falls into when they dissociate. The aforementioned friend of mine has this as well, where she would also use the dissociation when she wanted to engage in harmful impulsive behavior to apply the negative consequences and reputation to "someone else."

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chitoryu12 posted:

You can call him that, you know. He deserves it.

What he deserves is to have this basket case cut out of his life entirely so he never has to deal with her again.

Victorkm
Nov 25, 2001

The worst part about Bella's wish to be turned into a vampire against Edward's cautions is that in the fourth book when she gets turned, she is proven right on every count except the 3 days of excruciating pain in that her mary sureness makes her immune to the craving for human blood and gives her the shielding power to save the day. Plus Charlie and Renee are able to stay in her life no problem.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Epilogue: An Occasion

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Edward helped me into his car, being very careful of the wisps of silk and chiffon, the flowers he’d just pinned into my elaborately styled curls, and my bulky walking cast. He ignored the angry set of my mouth.

When he had me settled, he got in the driver’s seat and headed back out the long, narrow drive.

“At what point exactly are you going to tell me what’s going on?” I asked grumpily. I really hated surprises. And he knew that.

“I’m shocked that you haven’t figured it out yet.” He threw a mocking smile in my direction, and my breath caught in my throat. Would I ever get used to his perfection?

“I did mention that you looked very nice, didn’t I?” I verified.

“Yes.” He grinned again. I’d never seen him dress in black before, and, with the contrast against his pale skin, his beauty was absolutely surreal. That much I couldn’t deny, even if the fact that he was wearing a tuxedo made me very nervous.

Not quite as nervous as the dress. Or the shoe. Only one shoe, as my other foot was still securely encased in plaster. But the stiletto heel, held on only by satin ribbons, certainly wasn’t going to help me as I tried to hobble around.

This is such a terrible relationship! Even in the final chapter, Bella is whining about something and Edward is making fun of her for it!

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“I’m not coming over anymore if Alice is going to treat me like Guinea Pig Barbie when I do,” I griped. I’d spent the better part of the day in Alice’s staggeringly vast bathroom, a helpless victim as she played hairdresser and cosmetician. Whenever I fidgeted or complained, she reminded me that she didn’t have any memories of being human, and asked me not to ruin her vicarious fun. Then she’d dressed me in the most ridiculous dress—deep blue, frilly and off the shoulders, with French tags I couldn’t read—a dress more suitable for a runway than Forks. Nothing good could come of our formal attire, of that I was sure. Unless… but I was afraid to put my suspicions into words, even in my own head.

I really want Alice to just constantly use "I don't remember being human" as an excuse for every single thing she does to Bella.

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I was distracted then by the sound of a phone ringing. Edward pulled his cell phone from a pocket inside his jacket, looking briefly at the caller ID before answering.

“Hello, Charlie,” he said warily.

“Charlie?” I frowned.

Charlie had been… difficult since my return to Forks. He had compartmentalized my bad experience into two defined reactions. Toward Carlisle he was almost worshipfully grateful. On the other hand, he was stubbornly convinced that Edward was at fault—because, if not for him, I wouldn’t have left home in the first place. And Edward was far from disagreeing with him. These days I had rules that hadn’t existed before: curfews… visiting hours.

It's almost like you acted incredibly irresponsibly and broke his trust in ways he'll never even be able to comprehend, and you're underage!

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Something Charlie was saying made Edward’s eyes widen in disbelief, and then a grin spread across his face.

“You’re kidding!” He laughed.

“What is it?” I demanded.

He ignored me. “Why don’t you let me talk to him?” Edward suggested with evident pleasure. He waited for a few seconds.

“Hello, Tyler, this is Edward Cullen.” His voice was very friendly, on the surface. I knew it well enough to catch the soft edge of menace. What was Tyler doing at my house? The awful truth began to dawn on me. I looked again at the inappropriate dress Alice had forced me into.

“I’m sorry if there’s been some kind of miscommunication, but Bella is unavailable tonight.” Edward’s tone changed, and the threat in his voice was suddenly much more evident as he continued. “To be perfectly honest, she’ll be unavailable every night, as far as anyone besides myself is concerned. No offense. And I’m sorry about your evening.” He didn’t sound sorry at all. And then he snapped the phone shut, a huge smirk on his face.

Every attempt by Meyer to write Edward's suave, Old World dialogue makes it very apparent that this is a first draft.

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My face and neck flushed crimson with anger. I could feel the rage-induced tears starting to fill my eyes.

He looked at me in surprise. “Was that last part a bit too much? I didn’t mean to offend you.”

I ignored that.

“You’re taking me to the prom!” I yelled.

Remember one of the signs of BPD is an inability to control emotions and a tendency toward severe anger?

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It was embarrassingly obvious now. If I’d been paying any attention at all, I’m sure I would have noticed the date on the posters that decorated the school buildings. But I’d never dreamed he was thinking of subjecting me to this. Didn’t he know me at all?

He wasn’t expecting the force of my reaction, that was clear. He pressed his lips together and his eyes narrowed. “Don’t be difficult, Bella.”

My eyes flashed to the window; we were halfway to the school already.

“Why are you doing this to me?” I demanded in horror.

He gestured to his tuxedo. “Honestly, Bella, what did you think we were doing?”

I was mortified. First, because I’d missed the obvious. And also because the vague suspicions—expectations, really—that I’d been forming all day, as Alice tried to transform me into a beauty queen, were so far wide of the mark. My half-fearful hopes seemed very silly now.

I’d guessed there was some kind of occasion brewing. But prom! That was the furthest thing from my mind.

The angry tears rolled over my cheeks. I remembered with dismay that I was very uncharacteristically wearing mascara. I wiped quickly under my eyes to prevent any smudges. My hand was unblackened when I pulled it away; maybe Alice had known I would need waterproof makeup.

Any good boyfriend would end the relationship right here and now. Bursting into rage and crying because you're going to prom is one of the fastest ways to scare a sane person away.

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“This is completely ridiculous. Why are you crying?” he demanded in frustration.

“Because I’m mad!”

“Bella.” He turned the full force of his scorching golden eyes on me.

“What?” I muttered, distracted.

“Humor me,” he insisted.

His eyes were melting all my fury. It was impossible to fight with him when he cheated like that. I gave in with poor grace.

Fortunately for Edward, Bella's obsession with him and emotional volatility means he can change her mood instantly!

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“Fine,” I pouted, unable to glare as effectively as I would have liked. “I’ll go quietly. But you’ll see. I’m way overdue for more bad luck. I’ll probably break my other leg. Look at this shoe! It’s a death trap!” I held out my good leg as evidence.

“Hmmm.” He stared at my leg longer than was necessary. “Remind me to thank Alice for that tonight.”

“Alice is going to be there?” That comforted me slightly.

“With Jasper, and Emmett… and Rosalie,” he admitted.

The feeling of comfort disappeared. There had been no progress with Rosalie, though I was on quite good terms with her sometimes-husband. Emmett enjoyed having me around—he thought my bizarre human reactions were hilarious… or maybe it was just the fact that I fell down a lot that he found so funny. Rosalie acted as if I didn’t exist. While I shook my head to dispel the direction my thoughts had taken, I thought of something else.

We have a series where the cool vampire family keeps the protagonist around mainly because her incompetence is amusing and one of them is weirdly obsessive with her.

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“Is Charlie in on this?” I asked, suddenly suspicious.

“Of course.” He grinned, and then chuckled. “Apparently Tyler wasn't, though."

I gritted my teeth. How Tyler could be so delusional, I couldn’t imagine. At school, where Charlie couldn’t interfere, Edward and I were inseparable—except for those rare sunny days.

At this point in the films Tyler has completely disappeared. He's utterly gone after the van crash.

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We were at the school now; Rosalie’s red convertible was conspicuous in the parking lot. The clouds were thin today, a few streaks of sunlight escaping through far away in the west.

He got out and walked around the car to open my door. He held out his hand.

I sat stubbornly in my seat, arms folded, feeling a secret twinge of smugness. The lot was crowded with people in formal dress: witnesses. He couldn’t remove me forcibly from the car as he might have if we’d been alone.

He sighed. “When someone wants to kill you, you’re brave as a lion—and then when someone mentions dancing…” He shook his head.

I gulped. Dancing.

“Bella, I won’t let anything hurt you—not even yourself. I won’t let go of you once, I promise.”

I thought about that and suddenly felt much better. He could see that in my face.

Bella has somehow managed to have four dramatic mood swings in three pages. About prom!

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“There, now,” he said gently, “it won’t be so bad.” He leaned down and wrapped one arm around my waist. I took his other hand and let him lift me from the car.

He kept his arm tightly around me, supporting me as I limped toward the school.

In Phoenix, they held proms in hotel ballrooms. This dance was in the gym, of course. It was probably the only room in town big enough for a dance. When we got inside, I giggled. There were actual balloon arches and twisted garlands of pastel crepe paper festooning the walls.

“This looks like a horror movie waiting to happen,” I snickered.

"Hey look, there's Emmett with the bucket of pig's blood!"

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“Well,” he muttered as we slowly approached the ticket table—he was carrying most of my weight, but I still had to shuffle and wobble my feet forward—“there are more than enough vampires present.”

I looked at the dance floor; a wide gap had formed in the center of the floor, where two couples whirled gracefully. The other dancers pressed to the sides of the room to give them space—no one wanted to stand in contrast with such radiance. Emmett and Jasper were intimidating and flawless in classic tuxedos. Alice was striking in a black satin dress with geometric cutouts that bared large triangles of her snowy white skin. And Rosalie was… well, Rosalie. She was beyond belief. Her vivid scarlet dress was backless, tight to her calves where it flared into a wide ruffled train, with a neckline that plunged to her waist. I pitied every girl in the room, myself included.

“Do you want me to bolt the doors so you can massacre the unsuspecting townsfolk?” I whispered conspiratorially.

“And where do you fit into that scheme?” He glared.

“Oh, I’m with the vampires, of course.”

He smiled reluctantly. “Anything to get out of dancing.”

“Anything.”

In the first chapter of Midnight Sun Edward seriously contemplates how he's going to get away with massacring the entire classroom so he can drink Bella's blood and just barely restrains himself from doing so. This joke is incredibly not funny.

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He bought our tickets, then turned me toward the dance floor. I cringed against his arm and dragged my feet.

“I’ve got all night,” he warned.

Eventually he towed me out to where his family was twirling elegantly—if in a style totally unsuitable to the present time and music. I watched in horror.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=psch9N4PmO4

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“Edward.” My throat was so dry I could only manage a whisper. “I honestly can’t dance!” I could feel the panic bubbling up inside my chest.

“Don’t worry, silly,” he whispered back. “I can.” He put my arms around his neck and lifted me to slide his feet under mine.

And then we were whirling, too.

“I feel like I’m five years old,” I laughed after a few minutes of effortless waltzing.

“You don’t look five,” he murmured, pulling me closer for a second, so that my feet were briefly a foot from the ground.

Edward you're going to break her other leg!

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Alice caught my eye on a turn and smiled in encouragement—I smiled back. I was surprised to realize that I was actually enjoying myself… a little.

“Okay, this isn’t half bad,” I admitted.

But Edward was staring toward the doors, and his face was angry.

“What is it?” I wondered aloud. I followed his gaze, disoriented by the spinning, but finally I could see what was bothering him. Jacob Black, not in a tux, but in a long-sleeved white shirt and tie, his hair smoothed back into his usual ponytail, was crossing the floor toward us.

Jacob is the guy who only has one dress shirt and tie that he wears any time his dad forces him to.

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After the first shock of recognition, I couldn’t help but feel bad for Jacob. He was clearly uncomfortable—excruciatingly so. His face was apologetic as his eyes met mine.

Edward snarled very quietly.

“Behave!” I hissed.

Edward’s voice was scathing. “He wants to chat with you.”

Jacob reached us then, the embarrassment and apology even more evident on his face.

“Hey, Bella, I was hoping you would be here.” Jacob sounded like he’d been hoping the exact opposite. But his smile was just as warm as ever.

“Hi, Jacob.” I smiled back. “What’s up?”

“Can I cut in?” he asked tentatively, glancing at Edward for the first time. I was shocked to notice that Jacob didn’t have to look up. He must have grown half a foot since the first time I’d seen him.

It's definitely shocking because it's been only 2 months, and most people stop growing by this age!

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Edward’s face was composed, his expression blank. His only answer was to set me carefully on my feet, and take a step back.

“Thanks,” Jacob said amiably.

Edward just nodded, looking at me intently before he turned to walk away. Jacob put his hands on my waist, and I reached up to put my hands on his shoulders.

“Wow, Jake, how tall are you now?”

He was smug. “Six-two.”

We weren’t really dancing—my leg made that impossible. Instead we swayed awkwardly from side to side without moving our feet. It was just as well; the recent growth spurt had left him looking gangly and uncoordinated, he was probably no better a dancer than I was.

Imagine not hitting puberty until you're 17.

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“So, how did you end up here tonight?” I asked without true curiosity. Considering Edward’s reaction, I could guess.

“Can you believe my dad paid me twenty bucks to come to your prom?” he admitted, slightly ashamed.

"We're poor as poo poo, Bella!"

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“Yes, I can,” I muttered. “Well, I hope you’re enjoying yourself, at least. Seen anything you like?” I teased, nodding toward a group of girls lined up against the wall like pastel confections.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “But she’s taken.”

He glanced down to meet my curious gaze for just a second—then we both looked away, embarrassed.

“You look really pretty, by the way,” he added shyly.

“Um, thanks. So why did Billy pay you to come here?” I asked quickly, though I knew the answer.

Jacob didn’t seem grateful for the subject change; he looked away, uncomfortable again. “He said it was a ‘safe’ place to talk to you. I swear the old man is losing his mind.” I

joined in his laughter weakly.

“Anyway, he said that if I told you something, he would get me that master cylinder I need,” he confessed with a sheepish grin.

“Tell me, then. I want you to get your car finished.” I grinned back. At least Jacob didn’t believe any of this. It made the situation a bit easier. Against the wall, Edward was watching my face, his own face expressionless. I saw a sophomore in a pink dress eyeing him with timid speculation, but he didn’t seem to be aware of her.

She taps him on the shoulder and he just swipes her head off.

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Jacob looked away again, ashamed. “Don’t get mad, okay?”

“There’s no way I’ll be mad at you, Jacob,” I assured him. “I won’t even be mad at Billy. Just say what you have to.”

“Well—this is so stupid, I’m sorry, Bella—he wants you to break up with your boyfriend. He asked me to tell you ‘please.’” He shook his head in disgust.

“He’s still superstitious, eh?”

“Yeah. He was… kind of over the top when you got hurt down in Phoenix. He didn’t believe…” Jacob trailed off self-consciously.

My eyes narrowed. “I fell.”

“I know that,” Jacob said quickly.

“He thinks Edward had something to do with me getting hurt.” It wasn’t a question, and despite my promise, I was angry.

Mood swing number five in this chapter!

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Jacob wouldn’t meet my eyes. We weren’t even bothering to sway to the music, though his hands were still on my waist, and mine around his neck.

“Look, Jacob, I know Billy probably won’t believe this, but just so you know”—he looked at me now, responding to the new earnestness in my voice—“Edward really did save my life. If it weren’t for Edward and his father, I’d be dead.”

“I know,” he claimed, but he sounded like my sincere words had affected him some. Maybe he’d be able to convince Billy of this much, at least.

“Hey, I’m sorry you had to come do this, Jacob,” I apologized. “At any rate, you get your parts, right?”

“Yeah,” he muttered. He was still looking awkward… upset.

“There’s more?” I asked in disbelief.

“Forget it,” he mumbled, “I’ll get a job and save the money myself.”

I glared at him until he met my gaze. “Just spit it out, Jacob.”

“It’s so bad.”

“I don’t care. Tell me,” I insisted.

“Okay… but, geez, this sounds bad.” He shook his head. “He said to tell you, no, to warn you, that—and this is his plural, not mine”—he lifted one hand from my waist and made little quotations marks in the air—“‘We’ll be watching.’” He watched warily for my reaction.

It sounded like something from a mafia movie. I laughed out loud.

Number six! She's back to friendly!

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“Sorry you had to do this, Jake,” I snickered.

“I don’t mind that much.” He grinned in relief. His eyes were appraising as they raked quickly over my dress. “So, should I tell him you said to butt the hell out?” he asked hopefully.

“No,” I sighed. “Tell him I said thanks. I know he means well.”

The song ended, and I dropped my arms.

His hands hesitated at my waist, and he glanced at my bum leg. “Do you want to dance again? Or can I help you get somewhere?”

Edward answered for me. “That’s all right, Jacob. I’ll take it from here.”

Jacob flinched, and stared wide-eyed at Edward, who stood just beside us.

“Hey, I didn’t see you there,” he mumbled. “I guess I’ll see you around, Bella.” He stepped back, waving halfheartedly.

I smiled. “Yeah, I’ll see you later.”

“Sorry,” he said again before he turned for the door.

Edward’s arms wound around me as the next song started. It was a little up-tempo for slow dancing, but that didn’t seem to concern him. I leaned my head against his chest, content.

“Feeling better?” I teased.

“Not really,” he said tersely.

“Don’t be mad at Billy,” I sighed. “He just worries about me for Charlie’s sake. It’s nothing personal.”

“I’m not mad at Billy,” he corrected in a clipped voice. “But his son is irritating me.”

And thus a rivalry for the ages was born.

quote:

I pulled back to look at him. His face was very serious.

“Why?”

“First of all, he made me break my promise.”

I stared at him in confusion.

He half-smiled. “I promised I wouldn’t let go of you tonight,” he explained.

“Oh. Well, I forgive you.”

“Thanks. But there’s something else.” Edward frowned.

I waited patiently.

“He called you pretty,” he finally continued, his frown deepening. “That’s practically an insult, the way you look right now. You’re much more than beautiful.”

I laughed. “You might be a little biased.”

“I don’t think that’s it. Besides, I have excellent eyesight.”

"I can see every pore on the skin of every person in this room. I can see individual motes of dust floating through the air. I can see the spider wriggling in its web devouring a fly in the rafters. My existence is hell."

quote:

We were twirling again, my feet on his as he held me close.

“So are you going to explain the reason for all of this?” I wondered.

He looked down at me, confused, and I glared meaningfully at the crepe paper.

He considered for a moment, and then changed direction, spinning me through the crowd to the back door of the gym. I caught a glimpse of Jessica and Mike dancing, staring at me curiously. Jessica waved, and I smiled back quickly. Angela was there, too, looking blissfully happy in the arms of little Ben Cheney; she didn’t look up from his eyes, a head lower than hers. Lee and Samantha, Lauren, glaring toward us, with Conner; I could name every face that spiraled past me. And then we were outdoors, in the cool, dim light of a fading sunset.

If you see a random name of a high schooler, don't bother remembering it. It probably won't matter.

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As soon as we were alone, he swung me up into his arms, and carried me across the dark grounds till he reached the bench beneath the shadow of the madrone trees. He sat there, keeping me cradled against his chest. The moon was already up, visible through the gauzy clouds, and his face glowed pale in the white light. His mouth was hard, his eyes troubled.

“The point?” I prompted softly.

He ignored me, staring up at the moon.

“Twilight, again,” he murmured. “Another ending. No matter how perfect the day is, it always has to end.”

"And I have to be in another lovely book."

quote:

“Some things don’t have to end,” I muttered through my teeth, instantly tense.

He sighed.

“I brought you to the prom,” he said slowly, finally answering my question, “because I don’t want you to miss anything. I don’t want my presence to take anything away from you, if I can help it. I want you to be human. I want your life to continue as it would have if I’d died in nineteen-eighteen like I should have.”

I shuddered at his words, and then shook my head angrily. “In what strange parallel dimension would I ever have gone to prom of my own free will? If you weren’t a thousand times stronger than me, I would never have let you get away with this.”

That's not a thing you should have to say to your boyfriend!

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He smiled briefly, but it didn’t touch his eyes. “It wasn’t so bad, you said so yourself.”

“That’s because I was with you.”

We were quiet for a minute; he stared at the moon and I stared at him. I wished there was some way to explain how very uninterested I was in a normal human life.

“Will you tell me something?” he asked, glancing down at me with a slight smile.

“Don’t I always?”

“Just promise you’ll tell me,” he insisted, grinning.

I knew I was going to regret this almost instantly. “Fine.”

“You seemed honestly surprised when you figured out that I was taking you here,” he began.

“I was,” I interjected.

“Exactly,” he agreed. “But you must have had some other theory… I’m curious—what did you think I was dressing you up for?”

Yes, instant regret. I pursed my lips, hesitating. “I don’t want to tell you.”

“You promised,” he objected.

“I know.”

“What’s the problem?”

I knew he thought it was mere embarrassment holding me back. “I think it will make you mad—or sad.”

His brows pulled together over his eyes as he thought that through. “I still want to know. Please?”

I sighed. He waited.

“Well… I assumed it was some kind of… occasion. But I didn’t think it would be some trite human thing… prom!” I scoffed.

“Human?” he asked flatly. He’d picked up on the key word.

I looked down at my dress, fidgeting with a stray piece of chiffon. He waited in silence.

“Okay,” I confessed in a rush. “So I was hoping that you might have changed your mind… that you were going to change me, after all.”

A dozen emotions played across his face. Some I recognized: anger… pain… and then he seemed to collect himself and his expression became amused.

“You thought that would be a black tie occasion, did you?” he teased, touching the lapel of his tuxedo jacket.

"Bella you'll be in so much pain that you'll completely void your bowels."

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I scowled to hide my embarrassment. “I don’t know how these things work. To me, at least, it seems more rational than prom does.” He was still grinning. “It’s not funny,” I said.

You thought being turned into a vampire was more rational than going to prom?

quote:

“No, you’re right, it’s not,” he agreed, his smile fading. “I’d rather treat it like a joke, though, than believe you’re serious.”

“But I am serious.”

He sighed deeply. “I know. And you’re really that willing?”

The pain was back in his eyes. I bit my lip and nodded.

“So ready for this to be the end,” he murmured, almost to himself, “for this to be the twilight of your life, though your life has barely started. You’re ready to give up everything.”

“It’s not the end, it’s the beginning,” I disagreed under my breath.

“I’m not worth it,” he said sadly.

You're right! Do it to be with Alice instead!

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“Do you remember when you told me that I didn’t see myself very clearly?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. “You obviously have the same blindness.”

“I know what I am.”

I sighed.

But his mercurial mood shifted on me. He pursed his lips, and his eyes were probing. He examined my face for a long moment.

“You’re ready now, then?” he asked.

“Um.” I gulped. “Yes?” He smiled, and inclined his head slowly until his cold lips brushed against the skin just under the corner of my jaw.

“Right now?” he whispered, his breath blowing cool on my neck. I shivered involuntarily.

“Yes,” I whispered, so my voice wouldn’t have a chance to break. If he thought I was bluffing, he was going to be disappointed. I’d already made this decision, and I was sure. It didn’t matter that my body was rigid as a plank, my hands balled into fists, my breathing erratic…

Man, she was just ready to go any day, any time.

quote:

He chuckled darkly, and leaned away. His face did look disappointed.

“You can’t really believe that I would give in so easily,” he said with a sour edge to his mocking tone.

“A girl can dream.”

His eyebrows rose. “Is that what you dream about? Being a monster?”

“Not exactly,” I said, frowning at his word choice. Monster, indeed. “Mostly I dream about being with you forever.”

His expression changed, softened and saddened by the subtle ache in my voice.

"Get therapy."

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“Bella.” His fingers lightly traced the shape of my lips. “I will stay with you—isn’t that enough?”

I smiled under his fingertips. “Enough for now.”

He frowned at my tenacity. No one was going to surrender tonight. He exhaled, and the sound was practically a growl.

I touched his face. “Look,” I said. “I love you more than everything else in the world combined. Isn’t that enough?”

“Yes, it is enough,” he answered, smiling. “Enough for forever.”

And he leaned down to press his cold lips once more to my throat.

Causing a heart attack that kills her instantly!

And we're done with the first book! I have to say, I came in expecting to find some sort of redeeming qualities and came out really disappointed. While the supporting characters are interesting enough that I would like to see more of them, ultimately Twilight really is as bad as its reputation. And I know for a fact that things will only get worse as we continue on. New Moon, from what I remember, might actually be the lowest point of the series.

Victorkm
Nov 25, 2001

1000% New Moon sucks so much worse than any book in the series except perhaps the portion of Breaking Dawn in between The honeymoon and Bella being turned. For one, the vampires are absent for 90% of the book, so all the good characters in Carlisle, Esme, Emmett and Alice and even Edward to an extent(I actually like Edward's portrayal in the books and movies, though the Edward POV manuscript kind of ruins that for me. Rosalie is a pain anyway and Jasper is just too not there even when he is there.) are gone and replaced with the Werewolves. Some of them are OK but again, Jacob and Bella's interplay takes up most of it and it is the WORST.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

The end of Twilight includes the whole first chapter of New Moon so I read it. If you were hoping Edward and Bella's relationship would improve one iota in 6 months, prepare to be disappointed. The dynamic (Bella complains and has wild mood swings, Edward mocks her) is exactly the same. On the other hand, it makes you like the rest of the Cullens even more than them. I can't believe Meyer was able to inject so much charisma and interesting backstories into the side characters and then the protagonists just drop the loving ball.

Midjack
Dec 24, 2007



loooool posted:

But his mercurial mood shifted on me. He pursed his lips, and his eyes were probing. He examined my face for a long moment.

Pot, kettle, etc.

RaspberrySea
Nov 29, 2004
Remember when she decided to make a short spin off book of any character she wanted, and instead of picking literally anyone more interesting than Bella, she wrote a story about Bree Tanner? The second most irritating teen brunette with boy crushes in the series. gently caress, even Tyler would have been more interesting.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

MorgaineDax posted:

Remember when she decided to make a short spin off book of any character she wanted, and instead of picking literally anyone more interesting than Bella, she wrote a story about Bree Tanner? The second most irritating teen brunette with boy crushes in the series. gently caress, even Tyler would have been more interesting.

Alice and Jasper met in 1948 and join Carlisle in 1950, so I would be interested in a story about them in those intervening years.

Or just a book about Emmett's one-vampire feud against the existence of bears.

RaspberrySea
Nov 29, 2004
Or literally any single vampire in Breaking Dawn.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Every few months Emmett comes back to the Cullen house wearing a complete outfit (including a hat) made entirely of bearskin and he just shrugs when asked where it came from.

Lord Zedd-Repulsa
Jul 21, 2007

Devour a good book.


I feel like she wants their disagreements to come across as cute or playful or the changing moods to be brief or light compared to their baseline for the scene, but that would've taken revision or more experience to write well.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Lord Zedd-Repulsa posted:

I feel like she wants their disagreements to come across as cute or playful or the changing moods to be brief or light compared to their baseline for the scene, but that would've taken revision or more experience to write well.

Like I said, the way Bella fits so perfectly into a BPD diagnosis and how Meyer alternates between ignoring and glorifying the symptoms makes me seriously wonder about Meyer's own mental health and past, especially taking into account the mild self-insert elements of Bella.

Somebody Awful
Nov 27, 2011

BORN TO DIE
HAIG IS A FUCK
Kill Em All 1917
I am trench man
410,757,864,530 SHELLS FIRED


Yeah I'm feeling pretty yikes about that.

Epicurius
Apr 10, 2010
College Slice
It's a red flag that after Edward says, basically,

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I am wretched and my very existence fills me with self loathing as I try to reconcile my prior humanity with the unhuman predator I have become. Only sheer force of will keeps me from complete and utter sociopathy and I live in constant fear that I'll allow my self control to slip and surrender to this overwhelming craving for human blood. My very nature separates me from human interaction and I'm forced to live a transitory marginal existence. I pray for death, but I've been cursed by God into this immortal half life.

If you've ever trusted me, trust me now. Have nothing more to so with me or my clan! Get away from here and thank all the angels for your narrow escape!. If you love me, give me the gift of knowing that I have not tainted your innocence. Live, Bella! Enjoy life in all its glory! Embrace both ita sublime joys and its agonizing heartbreaks! And when you are old, on your deathbed, your loving family and dear friends at your side, spare a thought for poor damned Edward, condemned to toil on this earth, a forever damned stranger, while your soul waits to join an ever loving God in the glory of heaven!

Her reaction is, "Being a vampire must be so cool! Can you turn me into one too?"

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014



I’ve started browsing Twilight memes on Tumblr and I feel like I understand too much now.

Victorkm
Nov 25, 2001

Epicurius posted:

It's a red flag that after Edward says, basically,


Her reaction is, "Being a vampire must be so cool! Can you turn me into one too?"

I wonder if Edward is afraid in his tragic gothic hero hell mindset that if Bella is a vampire he won't feel the same way about her and thus wants to keep her human to act as his unobtainable ideal.

Sounds like something that would have been interesting to reveal in the books somewhere, huh?

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Like the first book, New Moon opens with a quote.

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These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.


Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI

Stephenie Meyer is fully aware of how Romeo & Juliet ends, which is discussed later. Her constant referencing of it comes off as even stranger in that context.

Preface

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I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one where you have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can’t make your body move fast enough. My legs seemed to move slower and slower as I fought my way through the callous crowd, but the hands on the huge clock tower didn’t slow. With relentless, uncaring force, they turned inexorably toward the end—the end of everything.

But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare, I wasn’t running for my life; I was racing to save something infinitely more precious. My own life meant little to me today.

Alice had said there was a good chance we would both die here. Perhaps the outcome would be different if she weren’t trapped by the brilliant sunlight; only I was free to run across this bright, crowded square.

And I couldn’t run fast enough.

So it didn’t matter to me that we were surrounded by our extraordinarily dangerous enemies. As the clock began to toll out the hour, vibrating under the soles of my sluggish feet, I knew I was too late—and I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings. For in failing at this, I forfeited any desire to live.

The clock tolled again, and the sun beat down from the exact center point of the sky.

One thing you can give Meyer credit for is that she knows how to hook readers in, even if it's more appealing to her target audience than an average reader (especially someone who had to struggle through the first book).

New Moon also has a major change from Twilight: editing. Rather than 2 weeks of editing after some work at home, New Moon saw 5 months of passing through multiple hands and reworking major functional problems with the story. Meyer admits that she knew she was writing a book that people would actually read and market instead of just making GBS threads out a first draft for funsies, so she was far more careful with subsequent books. Meyer was actually kind enough to post "outtakes" on her website, removed sections (including a whole alternate epilogue) that will let us see exactly how the book could have gone instead. To begin, she used an entirely different quote for the beginning:

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Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;
Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night…


Romeo and Juliet, Act III, Scene II

New Moon actually began while Meyer was in the process of self-editing Twilight, after she wrote 300 pages' worth of epilogues and decided to just make a sequel. She took one of the epilogues and turned it into Forever Dawn, making it 300 pages in when she got the word that Twilight was accepted for publication. She realized that her story had now been classified as "young adult" and Forever Dawn had skipped the rest of high school to go straight to Bella's adult life. She says she has no plans to ever release it, finding some parts embarrassingly bad, but used it as a loose outline of Breaking Dawn so we can guess what the sequel was probably like.

When she wrote a new sequel, she decided to think logically about what the characters would do in these situations and let that guide the story instead of trying to make it fit what she wanted. She decided to take a surprisingly interesting premise: what happens if true love abandons you?

Chapter 1: Party

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I was ninety-nine point nine percent sure I was dreaming.

The reasons I was so certain were that, first, I was standing in a bright shaft of sunlight—the kind of blinding clear sun that never shone on my drizzly new hometown in Forks, Washington—and second, I was looking at my Grandma Marie. Gran had been dead for six years now, so that was solid evidence toward the dream theory.

Gran hadn’t changed much; her face looked just the same as I remembered it. The skin was soft and withered, bent into a thousand tiny creases that clung gently to the bone underneath. Like a dried apricot, but with a puff of thick white hair standing out in a cloud around it.

Our mouths—hers a wizened pucker—spread into the same surprised half-smile at just the same time. Apparently, she hadn’t been expecting to see me, either.

Grandma Marie is actually in Hell, condemned to haunt Bella's dreams for eternity.

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I was about to ask her a question; I had so many—What was she doing here in my dream? What had she been up to in the past six years? Was Pop okay, and had they found each other, wherever they were?—but she opened her mouth when I did, so I stopped to let her go first. She paused, too, and then we both smiled at the little awkwardness.

“Bella?”

It wasn’t Gran who called my name, and we both turned to see the addition to our small reunion. I didn’t have to look to know who it was; this was a voice I would know anywhere—know, and respond to, whether I was awake or asleep… or even dead, I’d bet. The voice I’d walk through fire for—or, less dramatically, slosh every day through the cold and endless rain for.

Edward.

Even though I was always thrilled to see him—conscious or otherwise—and even though I was almost positive that I was dreaming, I panicked as Edward walked toward us through the glaring sunlight.

I panicked because Gran didn’t know that I was in love with a vampire—nobody knew that—so how was I supposed to explain the fact that the brilliant sunbeams were shattering off his skin into a thousand rainbow shards like he was made of crystal or diamond?

Well, Gran, you might have noticed that my boyfriend glitters. It’s just something he does in the sun. Don’t worry about it.…

This is weird. These passages...aren't bad?

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What was he doing? The whole reason he lived in Forks, the rainiest place in the world, was so that he could be outside in the daytime without exposing his family’s secret. Yet here he was, strolling gracefully toward me—with the most beautiful smile on his angel’s face—as if I were the only one here.

In that second, I wished that I was not the one exception to his mysterious talent; I usually felt grateful that I was the only person whose thoughts he couldn’t hear just as clearly as if they were spoken aloud. But now I wished he could hear me, too, so that he could hear the warning I was screaming in my head.

I shot a panicked glance back at Gran, and saw that it was too late. She was just turning to stare back at me, her eyes as alarmed as mine.

Edward—still smiling so beautifully that my heart felt like it was going to swell up and burst through my chest—put his arm around my shoulder and turned to face my grandmother.

Gran’s expression surprised me. Instead of looking horrified, she was staring at me sheepishly, as if waiting for a scolding. And she was standing in such a strange position—one arm held awkwardly away from her body, stretched out and then curled around the air. Like she had her arm around someone I couldn’t see, someone invisible…

Only then, as I looked at the bigger picture, did I notice the huge gilt frame that enclosed my grandmother’s form. Uncomprehending, I raised the hand that wasn’t wrapped around Edward’s waist and reached out to touch her. She mimicked the movement exactly, mirrored it. But where our fingers should have met, there was nothing but cold glass…

With a dizzying jolt, my dream abruptly became a nightmare.

There was no Gran.

That was me. Me in a mirror. Me—ancient, creased, and withered.

Edward stood beside me, casting no reflection, excruciatingly lovely and forever seventeen.

He pressed his icy, perfect lips against my wasted cheek.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered.

This is what the first book should have looked like! It's still not great, but you can immediately see how Meyer's writing has tremendously improved once she's got a team of editors putting serious work into the book.

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I woke with a start—my eyelids popping open wide—and gasped. Dull gray light, the familiar light of an overcast morning, took the place of the blinding sun in my dream.

Just a dream, I told myself. It was only a dream. I took a deep breath, and then jumped again when my alarm went off. The little calendar in the corner of the clock’s display informed me that today was September thirteenth.

Only a dream, but prophetic enough in one way, at least. Today was my birthday. I was officially eighteen years old.

I’d been dreading this day for months.

All through the perfect summer—the happiest summer I had ever had, the happiest summer anyone anywhere had ever had, and the rainiest summer in the history of the Olympic Peninsula—this bleak date had lurked in ambush, waiting to spring.

And now that it had hit, it was even worse than I’d feared it would be. I could feel it—I was older. Every day I got older, but this was different, worse, quantifiable. I was eighteen.

And Edward never would be.

I'm really glad the book tackles this problem so quickly. The older Bella gets, the more implausible their relationship is. No matter how true their love is, how are you going to pursue a relationship even slightly publicly when you're 47 and he's 17?

The problem is that Bella's obsession with Edward leads her to the insane conclusion of "Therefore I must become a vampire."

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When I went to brush my teeth, I was almost surprised that the face in the mirror hadn’t changed. I stared at myself, looking for some sign of impending wrinkles in my ivory skin. The only creases were the ones on my forehead, though, and I knew that if I could manage to relax, they would disappear. I couldn’t. My eyebrows stayed lodged in a worried line over my anxious brown eyes.

Bella how do you think aging works?

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It was just a dream, I reminded myself again. Just a dream… but also my worst nightmare.

I skipped breakfast, in a hurry to get out of the house as quickly as possible. I wasn’t entirely able to avoid my dad, and so I had to spend a few minutes acting cheerful. I honestly tried to be excited about the gifts I’d asked him not to get me, but every time I had to smile, it felt like I might start crying.

I struggled to get a grip on myself as I drove to school. The vision of Gran—I would not think of it as me—was hard to get out of my head. I couldn’t feel anything but despair until I pulled into the familiar parking lot behind Forks High School and spotted Edward leaning motionlessly against his polished silver Volvo, like a marble tribute to some forgotten pagan god of beauty. The dream had not done him justice. And he was waiting there for me, just the same as every other day.

Despair momentarily vanished; wonder took its place. Even after half a year with him, I still couldn’t believe that I deserved this degree of good fortune.

Ah, mood swing number one!

quote:

His sister Alice was standing by his side, waiting for me, too.

Of course Edward and Alice weren’t really related (in Forks the story was that all the Cullen siblings were adopted by Dr. Carlisle Cullen and his wife, Esme, both plainly too young to have teenage children), but their skin was precisely the same pale shade, their eyes had the same strange golden tint, with the same deep, bruise-like shadows beneath them. Her face, like his, was also startlingly beautiful. To someone in the know—someone like me—these similarities marked them for what they were.

I actually saw a Tumblr post this morning talking about how quickly the Cullens' cover would realistically be blown. Carlisle and Esme were canonically 23 and 26 respectively when they were turned (the movies use much older actors, with Elizabeth Reaser being 33 and Peter Facinelli being 35 when they filmed the first movie). Edward is 17, Alice and Jasper are 19, Emmett is 20, and Rosalie is 18. All of them except Esme are only a few years apart in age and Carlisle would look more like an undergrad than a lauded doctor. It would take a few seconds for someone in Forks to get real drat suspicious of their claims even before they all suddenly move away without warning.

Also, how does Carlisle maintain his status as a doctor? As far as I know everyone here goes by their real names all the time. "Carlisle Cullen" is his name, not a fake identity, and the "kids" only changed their last names to match their fake family relationships. Canonically he returns to Harvard every so often to stay up to date on current medicine (you'd think he could just read medical journals), but how does nobody find it suspicious that a mysterious hot blonde named Carlisle Cullen appears at Harvard every decade to graduate as a doctor?

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The sight of Alice waiting there—her tawny eyes brilliant with excitement, and a small silver-wrapped square in her hands—made me frown. I’d told Alice I didn’t want anything, anything, not gifts or even attention, for my birthday. Obviously, my wishes were being ignored.

Unfortunately, even editors can't make me like Bella.

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I slammed the door of my ’53 Chevy truck—a shower of rust specks fluttered down to the wet blacktop—and walked slowly toward where they waited. Alice skipped forward to meet me, her pixie face glowing under her spiky black hair.

“Happy birthday, Bella!”

“Shh!” I hissed, glancing around the lot to make sure no one had heard her. The last thing I wanted was some kind of celebration of the black event.

She ignored me. “Do you want to open your present now or later?” she asked eagerly as we made our way to where Edward still waited.

“No presents,” I protested in a mumble.

She finally seemed to process my mood. “Okay… later, then. Did you like the scrapbook your mom sent you? And the camera from Charlie?”

I sighed. Of course she would know what my birthday presents were. Edward wasn’t the only member of his family with unusual skills. Alice would have “seen” what my parents were planning as soon as they’d decided that themselves.

“Yeah. They’re great.”

I think it’s a nice idea. You’re only a senior once. Might as well document the experience.”

“How many times have you been a senior?”

“That’s different.”

Another Tumblr post said that if they were having to repeat high school every decade, they would try to come up with a new personality each time and would probably start running out of ideas after the first century. I can definitely see Alice and Emmett doing it, at least.

Do you think there was ever a decade where Emmett tried to join the football team? It seems like he would have.

quote:

We reached Edward then, and he held out his hand for mine. I took it eagerly, forgetting, for a moment, my glum mood. His skin was, as always, smooth, hard, and very cold. He gave my fingers a gentle squeeze. I looked into his liquid topaz eyes, and my heart gave a not-quite-so-gentle squeeze of its own. Hearing the stutter in my heartbeats, he smiled again.

He lifted his free hand and traced one cool fingertip around the outside of my lips as he spoke. “So, as discussed, I am not allowed to wish you a happy birthday, is that correct?”

“Yes. That is correct.” I could never quite mimic the flow of his perfect, formal articulation. It was something that could only be picked up in an earlier century.

It also seems like Meyer's writing of Edward's highly formal dialogue has improved. In general, this scene is flowing way better than any from the first book.

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“Just checking.” He ran his hand through his tousled bronze hair. “You might have changed your mind. Most people seem to enjoy things like birthdays and gifts.”

Alice laughed, and the sound was all silver, a wind chime. “Of course you’ll enjoy it. Everyone is supposed to be nice to you today and give you your way, Bella. What’s the worst that could happen?” She meant it as a rhetorical question.

"Normally you're an utter oval office!"

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“Getting older,” I answered anyway, and my voice was not as steady as I wanted it to be. Beside me, Edward’s smile tightened into a hard line.

“Eighteen isn’t very old,” Alice said. “Don’t women usually wait till they’re twenty-nine to get upset over birthdays?”

Make Alice the protagonist instead.

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“It’s older than Edward,” I mumbled.

He sighed.

“Technically,” she said, keeping her tone light. “Just by one little year, though.”

And I supposed… if I could be sure of the future I wanted, sure that I would get to spend forever with Edward, and Alice and the rest of the Cullens (preferably not as a wrinkled little old lady)… then a year or two one direction or the other wouldn’t matter to me so much. But Edward was dead set against any future that changed me. Any future that made me like him—that made me immortal, too.

An impasse, he called it.

I couldn’t really see Edward’s point, to be honest. What was so great about mortality? Being a vampire didn’t look like such a terrible thing—not the way the Cullens did it, anyway.

How about everything he described to you?

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“What time will you be at the house?” Alice continued, changing the subject. From her expression, she was up to exactly the kind of thing I’d been hoping to avoid.

“I didn’t know I had plans to be there.”

“Oh, be fair, Bella!” she complained. “You aren’t going to ruin all our fun like that, are you?”

“I thought my birthday was about what I want.”

“I’ll get her from Charlie’s right after school,” Edward told her, ignoring me altogether.

“I have to work,” I protested.

“You don’t, actually,” Alice told me smugly. “I already spoke to Mrs. Newton about it. She’s trading your shifts. She said to tell you ‘Happy Birthday.’”

“I—I still can’t come over,” I stammered, scrambling for an excuse. “I, well, I haven’t watched Romeo and Juliet yet for English.”

Alice snorted. “You have Romeo and Juliet memorized.”

“But Mr. Berty said we needed to see it performed to fully appreciate it—that’s how Shakespeare intended it to be presented.”

As a Shakespearean actor myself, that is absolutely correct and I hate teachers who try to just have kids read the plays to understand them.

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Edward rolled his eyes.

“You’ve already seen the movie,” Alice accused.

“But not the nineteen-sixties version. Mr. Berty said it was the best.”

Actually the Baz Luhrmann version is the best.

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Finally, Alice lost the smug smile and glared at me. “This can be easy, or this can be hard, Bella, but one way or the other—”

This is actually an issue that Alice has, which we got a hint of in Bella's exhaustion over her using her as a Barbie doll for prom. She tends to be very bullheaded about getting her way with things like dressing up, parties, and later a wedding. She sometimes comes off almost like she treats people as dolls to play with and disregards or even doesn't understand that they may have their own desires and opinions.

It says a lot that she might be an empty sociopath but is still more interesting and compelling than Bella and Edward.

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Edward interrupted her threat. “Relax, Alice. If Bella wants to watch a movie, then she can. It’s her birthday.”

“So there,” I added.

“I’ll bring her over around seven,” he continued. “That will give you more time to set up.”

Alice’s laughter chimed again. “Sounds good. See you tonight, Bella! It’ll be fun, you’ll see.” She grinned—the wide smile exposed all her perfect, glistening teeth—then pecked me on the cheek and danced off toward her first class before I could respond.

“Edward, please—” I started to beg, but he pressed one cool finger to my lips.

“Let’s discuss it later. We’re going to be late for class.”

No one bothered to stare at us as we took our usual seats in the back of the classroom (we had almost every class together now—it was amazing the favors Edward could get the female administrators to do for him). Edward and I had been together too long now to be an object of gossip anymore. Even Mike Newton didn’t bother to give me the glum stare that used to make me feel a little guilty. He smiled now instead, and I was glad he seemed to have accepted that we could only be friends. Mike had changed over the summer—his face had lost some of the roundness, making his cheekbones more prominent, and he was wearing his pale blond hair a new way; instead of bristly, it was longer and gelled into a carefully casual disarray. It was easy to see where his inspiration came from—but Edward’s look wasn’t something that could be achieved through imitation.

It literally can't! Part of vampire biology is that their features are subtly transformed into a more beautiful version of themselves, making it easier for them to attract prey. This is why the Cullens are so beautiful that people stop and stare: they were already attractive as humans, so their vampirism has made them inhumanly, impossibly beautiful. This is also why James was supposed to simply look average: he was a pretty ugly dude in life, so the best the vampire venom could do was make him look normal.

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As the day progressed, I considered ways to get out of whatever was going down at the Cullen house tonight. It would be bad enough to have to celebrate when I was in the mood to mourn. But, worse than that, this was sure to involve attention and gifts.

Attention is never a good thing, as any other accident-prone klutz would agree. No one wants a spotlight when they’re likely to fall on their face.

And I’d very pointedly asked—well, ordered really—that no one give me any presents this year. It looked like Charlie and Renée weren’t the only ones who had decided to overlook that.

I’d never had much money, and that had never bothered me. Renée had raised me on a kindergarten teacher’s salary. Charlie wasn’t getting rich at his job, either—he was the police chief here in the tiny town of Forks. My only personal income came from the three days a week I worked at the local sporting goods store. In a town this small, I was lucky to have a job. Every penny I made went into my microscopic college fund. (College was Plan B. I was still hoping for Plan A, but Edward was just so stubborn about leaving me human.…)

Edward had a lot of money—I didn’t even want to think about how much. Money meant next to nothing to Edward or the rest of the Cullens. It was just something that accumulated when you had unlimited time on your hands and a sister who had an uncanny ability to predict trends in the stock market. Edward didn’t seem to understand why I objected to him spending money on me—why it made me uncomfortable if he took me to an expensive restaurant in Seattle, why he wasn’t allowed to buy me a car that could reach speeds over fifty-five miles an hour, or why I wouldn’t let him pay my college tuition (he was ridiculously enthusiastic about Plan B). Edward thought I was being unnecessarily difficult.

Edward maintains his fortune despite ostensibly being 17 by repeatedly claiming to be his own descendant and inheriting from himself when his past identity "dies". Presumably nobody gets suspicious that every single male in the family is named "Edward Cullen" and they all look identical. Or the flashy lifestyle with sports cars and expensive college tuition that's bound to attract attention.

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But how could I let him give me things when I had nothing to reciprocate with? He, for some unfathomable reason, wanted to be with me. Anything he gave me on top of that just threw us more out of balance.

As the day went on, neither Edward nor Alice brought my birthday up again, and I began to relax a little.

We sat at our usual table for lunch.

A strange kind of truce existed at that table. The three of us—Edward, Alice, and I—sat on the extreme southern end of the table. Now that the “older” and somewhat scarier (in Emmett’s case, certainly) Cullen siblings had graduated, Alice and Edward did not seem quite so intimidating, and we did not sit here alone. My other friends, Mike and Jessica (who were in the awkward post-breakup friendship phase), Angela and Ben (whose relationship had survived the summer), Eric, Conner, Tyler, and Lauren (though that last one didn’t really count in the friend category) all sat at the same table, on the other side of an invisible line. That line dissolved on sunny days when Edward and Alice always skipped school, and then the conversation would swell out effortlessly to include me.

Edward and Alice didn’t find this minor ostracism odd or hurtful the way I would have. They barely noticed it. People always felt strangely ill at ease with the Cullens, almost afraid for some reason they couldn’t explain to themselves.

Probably because they all sit by themselves, quietly muttering to each other, and buy food they don't eat every day before throwing it away and ignoring everyone else.

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I was a rare exception to that rule. Sometimes it bothered Edward how very comfortable I was with being close to him. He thought he was hazardous to my health—an opinion I rejected vehemently whenever he voiced it.

And that's where you're wrong, kiddo.

And with that, I am actually cutting this chapter in half because it's slightly too long for the post limit!

chitoryu12 fucked around with this message at 17:09 on Aug 14, 2019

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Since I mentioned outtakes, there's also ones for the first book from the very first rough draft Meyer wrote. There's a short segment cut from Chapter 11 detailing Bella actually being clumsy at badminton (she jumps too far forward, hits the net with the racket, and it's sprung backwards into her face and glances off Mike's shoulder) that just serves to extend it without really adding anything to the plot, but I do think there was additional paragraphs from other chapters that could have equally been cut.

There are three other outtakes provided, including an entirely cut Chapter 20 and an extremely long pre-prom sequence that would have more than doubled the length of the epilogue. We'll cover those at a later date, but since Emmett is awesome I wanted to provide this one here. Originally, the epilogue would have had Emmett describe his own backstory.

For some reason, despite uploading these for free online, Meyer has protected the PDF files against copying or opening in another program. Fortunately I can run it through a free OCR program to extract the text. What you're seeing is from the absolute first stuff Meyer put out on her computer, before any editing was done, so any spelling or grammatical mistakes are likely her own rather than OCR errors.

Emmett and the Bear

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I was surprised to find a strange kinship growing between myself and Emmett, especially since he had once been the most frightening to me of them all. It had to do with how we had both been chosen to join the family; we'd both been loved—and loved in return—while we were human, though very briefly for him. Only Emmett remembered—he alone really understood the miracle that Edward remained to me.

We spoke of it for the first time one evening as the three of us lounged on the light sofas of the front room, Emmett quietly regaling me with memories that were better than fairytales, while Edward concentrated on the food network—he'd decided he needed to learn to cook, to my disbelief, and it was rough going without the proper sense of taste and smell. After all, there was something that didn't come naturally to him. His perfect brow furrowed as the celebrity chef flavored yet another dish according to taste. I repressed a smile.

I believe this was cut (establishing Edward as becoming a brilliant cook as well) because vampires have a highly enhanced sense of smell and Edward should logically be a "supertaster".

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"He was finished playing with me then, and I knew I was about to die," Emmett remembered softly, winding up the tale of his human years with the story of the bear. Edward paid us no attention; he'd heard it before. "I couldn't move, and my consciousness was slipping away, when I heard what I thought was another bear, and a fight-over which would get my carcass, I supposed. Suddenly it felt like I was flying. I figured I'd died, but I tried to open my eyes anyway. And then I saw her—" his face was incredulous at the memory; I empathized entirely, "—and I knew I was dead. I didn't even mind the pain—I fought to keep my eyelids open, I didn't want to miss one second of the angel's face. I was delirious, of course, wondering why we hadn't gotten to heaven yet, thinking it must be farther away than I'd expected. I kept waiting for her to take flight. And then she brought me to God." He laughed his deep, booming laugh. I could easily comprehend anyone making that assumption.

"I thought what happened next was my judgment. I'd had a little too much fun in my twenty human years, so I wasn't surprised by the fires of hell." He laughed again, though I shivered; Edward's arm tightened around me unconsciously. "What surprised me was that the angel didn't leave. I couldn't understand how something so beautiful would be allowed to stay in hell with me—but I was grateful. Every time God came by to check on me, I was afraid he would take her away, but he never did. I started to think maybe those preachers who talked about a merciful God might have been right after all. And then the pain went away... and they explained things to me.

"They were surprised at how little disturbed I was over the vampire issue. But if Carlisle and Rosalie, my angel, were vampires, how bad could it be?" I nodded, concurring completely, as he continued. "I had a bit more trouble with the rules..." He chuckled. "You had your hands full with me at first, didn't you?"

She probably also cut this because Emmett laughing about how many people he killed would utterly ruin his character.

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Emmett's playful nudge to Edward's shoulder set us both rocking.

Edward snorted without looking away from the TV.

"So you see, Hell's not so bad if you get to keep an angel with you," he assured at me mischievously. "When he ever gets around to accepting the inevitable, you'll do fine."

Edward's fist moved so swiftly that I didn't see what knocked Emmett sprawling over the back of the couch. Edward's eyes never left the screen.

Again, slapstick comedy improves everything with these books.

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"Edward!" I scolded, horrified.

"Don't worry about it, Bella." Emmett was unruffled, back in his seat. "I know where to find him." He looked over me toward Edward's profile. "You'll have to put her down sometime." Edward merely snarled in response without looking up.

"Boys!" Esme's reproving voice called sharply down the stairs.

While Emmett does get more backstory in this version, it's easy to see why it got cut. The two cut segments from the epilogue indicate that it was insanely long and meandered from point to point at a time when the story is supposed to be making a timeskip and wrapping up. While the prom scene is filled with godawful writing and poor characterization, it's at least of appropriate length and would be a decent ending in the hands of a better writer.

It also shows essentially no positive traits in Edward (he spends the whole scene glaring, snarling, or violently beating his adoptive brother) and inadvertently makes Emmett, an ordinarily likable character, completely unsympathetic and inhumanly detached from his murders.

MrFlibble
Nov 28, 2007

by Jeffrey of YOSPOS
Fallen Rib

chitoryu12 posted:

and inadvertently makes Emmett, an ordinarily likable character, completely unsympathetic and inhumanly detached from his murders.

Makes sense to cut it for what Meyer was going for, but in a novel about vampires trying to be human friendly and it not being natural it would be a good character moment.

PsychedelicWarlord
Sep 8, 2016


Every single minor character is more interesting than Bella and Edward lol

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

MrFlibble posted:

Makes sense to cut it for what Meyer was going for, but in a novel about vampires trying to be human friendly and it not being natural it would be a good character moment.

It's a hard choice to make. While you can be understanding of a vampire's lifestyle to a certain point, there's good and bad ways for it to come off. Edward (to his credit) actually seems somewhat traumatized by vampiric life and his temporary excursion as a vampire serial killer, and the second chapter gets into some more about his religious beliefs that drive his hatred of his immortal condition and fear of turning Bella. While the rest of his family got over their brooding years ago and are a bunch of fun to be around, Edward can't get over it.

Offhand joking about all the murders sets the Cullens too far off the beaten path for what Meyer is going for. You can't have vampires come off as a bunch of generally good people who serve as a surrogate family to a human and struggle with their condition if they're totally disconnected from the killings they committed or consider them amusing stories now.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

On the other hand:

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

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The afternoon passed quickly. School ended, and Edward walked me to my truck as he usually did. But this time, he held the passenger door open for me. Alice must have been taking his car home so that he could keep me from making a run for it.

I folded my arms and made no move to get out of the rain. “It’s my birthday, don’t I get to drive?”

“I’m pretending it’s not your birthday, just as you wished.”

“If it’s not my birthday, then I don’t have to go to your house tonight…”

“All right.” He shut the passenger door and walked past me to open the driver’s side. “Happy birthday.”

“Shh,” I shushed him halfheartedly. I climbed in the opened door, wishing he’d taken the other offer.

Edward played with the radio while I drove, shaking his head in disapproval.

“Your radio has horrible reception.”

I frowned. I didn’t like it when he picked on my truck. The truck was great—it had personality.

Remember when she responded just to the idea of her dad buying her a car with his own money with revulsion?

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“You want a nice stereo? Drive your own car.” I was so nervous about Alice’s plans, on top of my already gloomy mood, that the words came out sharper than I’d meant them. I was hardly ever bad-tempered with Edward, and my tone made him press his lips together to keep from smiling.

You spent most of the last book alternating between creepily obsessive behavior and arguing with him!

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When I parked in front of Charlie’s house, he reached over to take my face in his hands. He handled me very carefully, pressing just the tips of his fingers softly against my temples, my cheekbones, my jawline. Like I was especially breakable. Which was exactly the case—compared with him, at least.

“You should be in a good mood, today of all days,” he whispered. His sweet breath fanned across my face.

“And if I don’t want to be in a good mood?” I asked, my breathing uneven.

His golden eyes smoldered. “Too bad.”

My head was already spinning by the time he leaned closer and pressed his icy lips against mine. As he intended, no doubt, I forgot all about my worries, and concentrated on remembering how to inhale and exhale.

His mouth lingered on mine, cold and smooth and gentle, until I wrapped my arms around his neck and threw myself into the kiss with a little too much enthusiasm. I could feel his lips curve upward as he let go of my face and reached back to unlock my grip on him.

She's improving. 6 months ago that would have been enough to put her in defib.

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Edward had drawn many careful lines for our physical relationship, with the intent being to keep me alive. Though I respected the need for maintaining a safe distance between my skin and his razor-sharp, venom-coated teeth, I tended to forget about trivial things like that when he was kissing me.

Also considering that his flesh is rock-hard, his erection could actually impale you through the stomach if he got one right now.

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“Be good, please,” he breathed against my cheek. He pressed his lips gently to mine one more time and then pulled away, folding my arms across my stomach.

My pulse was thudding in my ears. I put one hand over my heart. It drummed hyperactively under my palm.

“Do you think I’ll ever get better at this?” I wondered, mostly to myself. “That my heart might someday stop trying to jump out of my chest whenever you touch me?”

“I really hope not,” he said, a bit smug.

I rolled my eyes. “Let’s go watch the Capulets and Montagues hack each other up, all right?”

“Your wish, my command.”

Edward sprawled across the couch while I started the movie, fast-forwarding through the opening credits. When I perched on the edge of the sofa in front of him, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his chest. It wasn’t exactly as comfortable as a sofa cushion would be, what with his chest being hard and cold—and perfect—as an ice sculpture, but it was definitely preferable. He pulled the old afghan off the back of the couch and draped it over me so I wouldn’t freeze beside his body.

I just can't get over how incredibly uncomfortable kissing Edward must be. Like making out with a Greek statue in a room with the air conditioning turned up way too high.

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“You know, I’ve never had much patience with Romeo,” he commented as the movie started.

“What’s wrong with Romeo?” I asked, a little offended. Romeo was one of my favorite fictional characters. Until I’d met Edward, I’d sort of had a thing for him.

“Well, first of all, he’s in love with this Rosaline—don’t you think it makes him seem a little fickle? And then, a few minutes after their wedding, he kills Juliet’s cousin. That’s not very brilliant. Mistake after mistake. Could he have destroyed his own happiness any more thoroughly?”

It says a lot about Bella that her childhood crush is a teenager who's best known for impulsively declaring his intent to marry a girl he just met at a party, killing her cousin and intended suitor, and committing suicide as soon as he finds out that his new wife is apparently dead.

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I sighed. “Do you want me to watch this alone?”

“No, I’ll mostly be watching you, anyway.” His fingers traced patterns across the skin of my arm, raising goose bumps. “Will you cry?”

“Probably,” I admitted, “if I’m paying attention.”

“I won’t distract you then.” But I felt his lips on my hair, and it was very distracting.

Is he...chewing her hair?

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The movie eventually captured my interest, thanks in large part to Edward whispering Romeo’s lines in my ear—his irresistible, velvet voice made the actor’s voice sound weak and coarse by comparison. And I did cry, to his amusement, when Juliet woke and found her new husband dead.

“I’ll admit, I do sort of envy him here,” Edward said, drying the tears with a lock of my hair.

Just wiping her hair on her face. Is this what Meyer thinks is sexy? Is this what she does with her husband? He just mops up her tears with her own hair?

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“She’s very pretty.”

He made a disgusted sound. “I don’t envy him the girl—just the ease of the suicide,” he clarified in a teasing tone. “You humans have it so easy! All you have to do is throw down one tiny vial of plant extracts.…”

Jesus Christ, Edward.

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“What?” I gasped.

“It’s something I had to think about once, and I knew from Carlisle’s experience that it wouldn’t be simple. I’m not even sure how many ways Carlisle tried to kill himself in the beginning… after he realized what he’d become.…” His voice, which had grown serious, turned light again. “And he’s clearly still in excellent health.”

I did see someone point out that even though vampires go up like they're soaked in gasoline, Carlisle apparently never tried setting himself on fire.

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I twisted around so that I could read his face. “What are you talking about?” I demanded. “What do you mean, this is something you had to think about once?”

“Last spring, when you were… nearly killed…” He paused to take a deep breath, struggling to return to his teasing tone. “Of course I was trying to focus on finding you alive, but part of my mind was making contingency plans. Like I said, it’s not as easy for me as it is for a human.”

Hm. Maybe Juliet's crush on Romeo is just her taste in men.

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For one second, the memory of my last trip to Phoenix washed through my head and made me feel dizzy. I could see it all so clearly—the blinding sun, the heat waves coming off the concrete as I ran with desperate haste to find the sadistic vampire who wanted to torture me to death. James, waiting in the mirrored room with my mother as his hostage—or so I’d thought. I hadn’t known it was all a ruse. Just as James hadn’t known that Edward was racing to save me; Edward made it in time, but it had been a close one. Unthinkingly, my fingers traced the crescent-shaped scar on my hand that was always just a few degrees cooler than the rest of my skin.

I shook my head—as if I could shake away the bad memories—and tried to grasp what Edward meant. My stomach plunged uncomfortably. “Contingency plans?” I repeated.

“Well, I wasn’t going to live without you.” He rolled his eyes as if that fact were childishly obvious. “But I wasn’t sure how to do it—I knew Emmett and Jasper would never help… so I was thinking maybe I would go to Italy and do something to provoke the Volturi.”

Notice how he doesn't say the rest of his family wouldn't help.

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I didn’t want to believe he was serious, but his golden eyes were brooding, focused on something far away in the distance as he contemplated ways to end his own life. Abruptly, I was furious.

“What is a Volturi?” I demanded.

“The Volturi are a family,” he explained, his eyes still remote. “A very old, very powerful family of our kind. They are the closest thing our world has to a royal family, I suppose. Carlisle lived with them briefly in his early years, in Italy, before he settled in America—do you remember the story?”

“Of course I remember.”

I would never forget the first time I’d gone to his home, the huge white mansion buried deep in the forest beside the river, or the room where Carlisle—Edward’s father in so many real ways—kept a wall of paintings that illustrated his personal history. The most vivid, most wildly colorful canvas there, the largest, was from Carlisle’s time in Italy. Of course I remembered the calm quartet of men, each with the exquisite face of a seraph, painted into the highest balcony overlooking the swirling mayhem of color. Though the painting was centuries old, Carlisle—the blond angel—remained unchanged. And I remembered the three others, Carlisle’s early acquaintances. Edward had never used the name Volturi for the beautiful trio, two black-haired, one snow white. He’d called them Aro, Caius, and Marcus, nighttime patrons of the arts.…

The reason Edward never called them the Volturi is because the Volturi didn't exist. Remember that Twilight was written as a stand-alone story and initially had no intention of becoming a full series. Meyer even said Jacob's status as a werewolf wasn't decided until she began writing New Moon; his transformation into a wolf in Bella's dream was just a metaphor based on the tribe's reverence of wolves. Aro, Caius, and Marcus were just supposed to be really old vampires living the high life in Italy.

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“Anyway, you don’t irritate the Volturi,” Edward went on, interrupting my reverie. “Not unless you want to die—or whatever it is we do.” His voice was so calm, it made him sound almost bored by the prospect.

The "whatever it is we do" line actually comes into play in the next chapter. Meyer has some surprisingly semi-philosophical discussion on vampirism to put out that gives Edward some new meaning to his reticence to transform Bella. New Moon in general has been feeling a lot more fleshed out than the first book and the long dialogue scenes aren't nearly as grating. At least not by the point I'm up to.

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My anger turned to horror. I took his marble face between my hands and held it very tightly.

“You must never, never, never think of anything like that again!” I said. “No matter what might ever happen to me, you are not allowed to hurt yourself!”

“I’ll never put you in danger again, so it’s a moot point.”

“Put me in danger! I thought we’d established that all the bad luck is my fault?” I was getting angrier. “How dare you even think like that?” The idea of Edward ceasing to exist, even if I were dead, was impossibly painful.

“What would you do, if the situation were reversed?” he asked.

“That’s not the same thing.”

He didn’t seem to understand the difference. He chuckled.

“What if something did happen to you?” I blanched at the thought. “Would you want me to go off myself?”

It would certainly make for a shorter book.

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A trace of pain touched his perfect features.

“I guess I see your point… a little,” he admitted. “But what would I do without you?”

“Whatever you were doing before I came along and complicated your existence.”

He sighed. “You make that sound so easy.”

“It should be. I’m not really that interesting.”

You're really not!

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He was about to argue, but then he let it go. “Moot point,” he reminded me. Abruptly, he pulled himself up into a more formal posture, shifting me to the side so that we were no longer touching.

“Charlie?” I guessed.

Edward smiled. After a moment, I heard the sound of the police cruiser pulling into the driveway. I reached out and took his hand firmly. My dad could deal with that much.

Charlie came in with a pizza box in his hands.

“Hey, kids.” He grinned at me. “I thought you’d like a break from cooking and washing dishes for your birthday. Hungry?”

“Sure. Thanks, Dad.” Charlie didn’t comment on Edward’s apparent lack of appetite. He was used to Edward passing on dinner.

“Do you mind if I borrow Bella for the evening?” Edward asked when Charlie and I were done.

I looked at Charlie hopefully. Maybe he had some concept of birthdays as stay-at-home, family affairs—this was my first birthday with him, the first birthday since my mom, Renée, had remarried and gone to live in Florida, so I didn’t know what he would expect.

“That’s fine—the Mariners are playing the Sox tonight,” Charlie explained, and my hope disappeared. “So I won’t be any kind of company.… Here.” He scooped up the camera he’d gotten me on Renée’s suggestion (because I would need pictures to fill up my scrapbook), and threw it to me.

He ought to know better than that—I’d always been coordinationally challenged. The camera glanced off the tip of my finger, and tumbled toward the floor. Edward snagged it before it could crash onto the linoleum.

These books would be so much better if Meyer played up the comedy that occurs.

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“Nice save,” Charlie noted. “If they’re doing something fun at the Cullens’ tonight, Bella, you should take some pictures. You know how your mother gets—she’ll be wanting to see the pictures faster than you can take them.”

“Good idea, Charlie,” Edward said, handing me the camera.

I turned the camera on Edward, and snapped the first picture. “It works.”

“That’s good. Hey, say hi to Alice for me. She hasn’t been over in a while.” Charlie’s mouth pulled down at one corner.

“It’s been three days, Dad,” I reminded him. Charlie was crazy about Alice. He’d become attached last spring when she’d helped me through my awkward convalescence; Charlie would be forever grateful to her for saving him from the horror of an almost-adult daughter who needed help showering. “I’ll tell her.”

It's canon that Alice has bathed Bella. I am not going to check if fanfics were written about this.

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“Okay. You kids have fun tonight.” It was clearly a dismissal. Charlie was already edging toward the living room and the TV.

Edward smiled, triumphant, and took my hand to pull me from the kitchen.

When we got to the truck, he opened the passenger door for me again, and this time I didn’t argue. I still had a hard time finding the obscure turnoff to his house in the dark.

Edward drove north through Forks, visibly chafing at the speed limit enforced by my prehistoric Chevy. The engine groaned even louder than usual as he pushed it over fifty.

“Take it easy,” I warned him.

“You know what you would love? A nice little Audi coupe. Very quiet, lots of power…”

“There’s nothing wrong with my truck. And speaking of expensive nonessentials, if you know what’s good for you, you didn’t spend any money on birthday presents.”

“Not a dime,” he said virtuously.

“Good.”

“Can you do me a favor?”

“That depends on what it is.”

He sighed, his lovely face serious. “Bella, the last real birthday any of us had was Emmett in 1935. Cut us a little slack, and don’t be too difficult tonight. They’re all very excited.”

I see no reason why Emmett at least wouldn't be the kind to insist on celebrating birthdays anyway. You can tell that's a motherfucker who parties.

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It always startled me a little when he brought up things like that. “Fine, I’ll behave.”

“I probably should warn you…”

“Please do.”

“When I say they’re all excited… I do mean all of them.”

“Everyone?” I choked. “I thought Emmett and Rosalie were in Africa.” The rest of Forks was under the impression that the older Cullens had gone off to college this year, to Dartmouth, but I knew better.

Can we get a story about Emmett and Rosalie's African expedition instead?

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“Emmett wanted to be here.”

“But… Rosalie?”

“I know, Bella. Don’t worry, she’ll be on her best behavior.”

I didn’t answer. Like I could just not worry, that easy. Unlike Alice, Edward’s other “adopted” sister, the golden blond and exquisite Rosalie didn’t like me much. Actually, the feeling was a little bit stronger than just dislike. As far as Rosalie was concerned, I was an unwelcome intruder into her family’s secret life.

I felt horribly guilty about the present situation, guessing that Rosalie and Emmett’s prolonged absence was my fault, even as I furtively enjoyed not having to see her. Emmett, Edward’s playful bear of a brother, I did miss. He was in many ways just like the big brother I’d always wanted… only much, much more terrifying.

Edward decided to change the subject. “So, if you won’t let me get you the Audi, isn’t there anything that you’d like for your birthday?”

The words came out in a whisper. “You know what I want.”

A deep frown carved creases into his marble forehead. He obviously wished he’d stuck to the subject of Rosalie.

It felt like we’d had this argument a lot today.

“Not tonight, Bella. Please.”

“Well, maybe Alice will give me what I want.”

How could you be so cruel as to not only ignore Edward's warnings, but threaten to use his sister against him?

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Edward growled—a deep, menacing sound. “This isn’t going to be your last birthday, Bella,” he vowed.

“That’s not fair!”

I thought I heard his teeth clench together.

We were pulling up to the house now. Bright light shined from every window on the first two floors. A long line of glowing Japanese lanterns hung from the porch eaves, reflecting a soft radiance on the huge cedars that surrounded the house. Big bowls of flowers—pink roses—lined the wide stairs up to the front doors. I moaned.

Edward took a few deep breaths to calm himself. “This is a party,” he reminded me. “Try to be a good sport.”

"Don't prostrate yourself in front of Alice, begging her to transform you into a creature of the night."

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“Sure,” I muttered.

He came around to get my door, and offered me his hand.

“I have a question.”

He waited warily.

“If I develop this film,” I said, toying with the camera in my hands, “will you show up in the picture?”

Bella, you ignorant slut.

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Edward started laughing. He helped me out of the car, pulled me up the stairs, and was still laughing as he opened the door for me.

They were all waiting in the huge white living room; when I walked through the door, they greeted me with a loud chorus of “Happy birthday, Bella!” while I blushed and looked down. Alice, I assumed, had covered every flat surface with pink candles and dozens of crystal bowls filled with hundreds of roses. There was a table with a white cloth draped over it next to Edward’s grand piano, holding a pink birthday cake, more roses, a stack of glass plates, and a small pile of silver-wrapped presents.

It was a hundred times worse than I’d imagined.

Edward, sensing my distress, wrapped an encouraging arm around my waist and kissed the top of my head.

Edward’s parents, Carlisle and Esme—impossibly youthful and lovely as ever—were the closest to the door. Esme hugged me carefully, her soft, caramel-colored hair brushing against my cheek as she kissed my forehead, and then Carlisle put his arm around my shoulders.

“Sorry about this, Bella,” he stage-whispered. “We couldn’t rein Alice in.”

As nutty as Alice is about this, if I was going to have anyone decorate for a party it would be her. With her vampire speed she probably took 5 minutes to do the whole thing.

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Rosalie and Emmett stood behind them. Rosalie didn’t smile, but at least she didn’t glare. Emmett’s face was stretched into a huge grin. It had been months since I’d seen them; I’d forgotten how gloriously beautiful Rosalie was—it almost hurt to look at her. And had Emmett always been so… big?

“You haven’t changed at all,” Emmett said with mock disappointment. “I expected a perceptible difference, but here you are, red-faced just like always.”

“Thanks a lot, Emmett,” I said, blushing deeper.

He laughed, “I have to step out for a second”—he paused to wink conspicuously at Alice—“Don’t do anything funny while I’m gone.”

“I’ll try.”

Alice let go of Jasper’s hand and skipped forward, all her teeth sparkling in the bright light. Jasper smiled, too, but kept his distance. He leaned, long and blond, against the post at the foot of the stairs. During the days we’d had to spend cooped up together in Phoenix, I’d thought he’d gotten over his aversion to me. But he’d gone back to exactly how he’d acted before—avoiding me as much as possible—the moment he was free from that temporary obligation to protect me. I knew it wasn’t personal, just a precaution, and I tried not to be overly sensitive about it. Jasper had more trouble sticking to the Cullens’ diet than the rest of them; the scent of human blood was much harder for him to resist than the others—he hadn’t been trying as long.

Even Jasper's brooding manages to be more interesting than Edward's.

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“Time to open presents,” Alice declared. She put her cool hand under my elbow and towed me to the table with the cake and the shiny packages.

I put on my best martyr face. “Alice, I know I told you I didn’t want anything—”

“But I didn’t listen,” she interrupted, smug. “Open it.” She took the camera from my hands and replaced it with a big, square silver box.

The box was so light that it felt empty. The tag on top said that it was from Emmett, Rosalie, and Jasper. Self-consciously, I tore the paper off and then stared at the box it concealed.

It was something electrical, with lots of numbers in the name. I opened the box, hoping for further illumination. But the box was empty.

“Um… thanks.”

Rosalie actually cracked a smile. Jasper laughed. “It’s a stereo for your truck,” he explained. “Emmett’s installing it right now so that you can’t return it.”

Alice was always one step ahead of me.

“Thanks, Jasper, Rosalie,” I told them, grinning as I remembered Edward’s complaints about my radio this afternoon—all a setup, apparently. “Thanks, Emmett!”

I called more loudly. I heard his booming laugh from my truck, and I couldn’t help laughing, too.

Make everything about the Cullens and not her goddammit.

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“Open mine and Edward’s next,” Alice said, so excited her voice was a high-pitched trill. She held a small, flat square in her hand.

I turned to give Edward a basilisk glare. “You promised.”

Before he could answer, Emmett bounded through the door. “Just in time!” he crowed. He pushed in behind Jasper, who had also drifted closer than usual to get a good look.

“I didn’t spend a dime,” Edward assured me. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, leaving my skin tingling from his touch.

I inhaled deeply and turned to Alice. “Give it to me,” I sighed.

Emmett chuckled with delight. I took the little package, rolling my eyes at Edward while I stuck my finger under the edge of the paper and jerked it under the tape.

“Shoot,” I muttered when the paper sliced my finger; I pulled it out to examine the damage. A single drop of blood oozed from the tiny cut.

Finally, Bella's clumsiness affects the plot.

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It all happened very quickly then.

“No!” Edward roared. He threw himself at me, flinging me back across the table. It fell, as I did, scattering the cake and the presents, the flowers and the plates. I landed in the mess of shattered crystal.

Jasper slammed into Edward, and the sound was like the crash of boulders in a rock slide.

There was another noise, a grisly snarling that seemed to be coming from deep in Jasper’s chest. Jasper tried to shove past Edward, snapping his teeth just inches from Edward’s face.

Emmett grabbed Jasper from behind in the next second, locking him into his massive steel grip, but Jasper struggled on, his wild, empty eyes focused only on me.

Beyond the shock, there was also pain. I’d tumbled down to the floor by the piano, with my arms thrown out instinctively to catch my fall, into the jagged shards of glass. Only now did I feel the searing, stinging pain that ran from my wrist to the crease inside my elbow.

Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm—into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.

Epicurius
Apr 10, 2010
College Slice
And THIS is why you don't hang out with vampires.

It's like a sentient hot dog deciding to go to Coney Island on July 4th.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Epicurius posted:

And THIS is why you don't hang out with vampires.

It's like a sentient hot dog deciding to go to Coney Island on July 4th.

Fans, of course, asked the obvious question: if a single drop of blood is enough to make Jasper lose control, how does he ever handle being around people? Even assuming nobody is bleeding from an accident, he's attending high school with a lot of girls on their period. He should have a chance of horrifying DJ Khaled every day he shows up.

Rather than saying something like "Don't be gross, I'm not writing about that," Stephenie Meyer actually answered this question.

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Several girls wanted to know if Edward would have a more difficult time being around Bella when she’s having her period. Answer: Yes, a little bit, but he would never say anything about it–much too much of a gentleman. And Bella would be way to embarrassed to ask. (It’s not the same as a cut, though. It’s sort of "dead" blood, if you get my meaning).

So there you have it. Canon explanation for how vampires deal with menstruation. Because we needed that.

RaspberrySea
Nov 29, 2004
They must have left out all the parts where Jasper takes out an entire school and Alice has to stage a freak gas line explosion to cover it up every time he loses his poo poo at a kid getting nailed in the face with a kickball in gym class.

Also Emmett would totally have a birthday party every year. Don't him and Rosalie have multiple weddings just for the parties and for another excuse to knock down a house with their vampire loving?

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

MorgaineDax posted:

They must have left out all the parts where Jasper takes out an entire school and Alice has to stage a freak gas line explosion to cover it up every time he loses his poo poo at a kid getting nailed in the face with a kickball in gym class.

Also Emmett would totally have a birthday party every year. Don't him and Rosalie have multiple weddings just for the parties and for another excuse to knock down a house with their vampire loving?

Yes! There's no reason Emmett would just ignore his birthday like that!

I do like that the modern fandom interpretation of the Cullen kids seems to be that they have one shared brain cell between them while Carlisle and Esme have 400 combined years of being tired of this poo poo.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

In her website’s FAQ, Stephenie Meyer confirmed the CD Phil gave Bella: Linkin Park. She was canonically falling asleep by blasting “What I’ve Done” at max volume.

PsychedelicWarlord
Sep 8, 2016


chitoryu12 posted:

In her website’s FAQ, Stephenie Meyer confirmed the CD Phil gave Bella: Linkin Park. She was canonically falling asleep by blasting “What I’ve Done” at max volume.

Idk if her website has changed at all, but back in the day she had playlists for the books. The movies have surprisingly good soundtracks, though.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

PsychedelicWarlord posted:

Idk if her website has changed at all, but back in the day she had playlists for the books. The movies have surprisingly good soundtracks, though.

She loving loves Muse and Linkin Park. She removed any direct band reference during editing for fear that they would lose relevance and the books would end up dated.

I unironically listened to the first movie’s soundtrack on CD all the time despite hating the movie.

Victorkm
Nov 25, 2001

chitoryu12 posted:

She loving loves Muse and Linkin Park. She removed any direct band reference during editing for fear that they would lose relevance and the books would end up dated.

I unironically listened to the first movie’s soundtrack on CD all the time despite hating the movie.

It took me a while to get into it but these days I think the Death Cab song from the soundtrack is Fantastic. I don't know the rest of the soundtrack.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 2: Stitches

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Carlisle was the only one who stayed calm. Centuries of experience in the emergency room were evident in his quiet, authoritative voice.

“Emmett, Rose, get Jasper outside.”

Unsmiling for once, Emmett nodded. “Come on, Jasper.”

Jasper struggled against Emmett’s unbreakable grasp, twisting around, reaching toward his brother with his bared teeth, his eyes still past reason.

Edward’s face was whiter than bone as he wheeled to crouch over me, taking a clearly defensive position. A low warning growl slid from between his clenched teeth. I could tell that he wasn’t breathing.

Rosalie, her divine face strangely smug, stepped in front of Jasper—keeping a careful distance from his teeth—and helped Emmett wrestle him through the glass door that Esme held open, one hand pressed over her mouth and nose.

Esme’s heart-shaped face was ashamed. “I’m so sorry, Bella,” she cried as she followed the others into the yard.

“Let me by, Edward,” Carlisle murmured.

A second passed, and then Edward nodded slowly and relaxed his stance.

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

The movie version is faithful, but instead of just throwing her backwards into a table Edward loving Falcon Punches her across the living room.

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Carlisle knelt beside me, leaning close to examine my arm. I could feel the shock frozen on my face, and I tried to compose it.

“Here, Carlisle,” Alice said, handing him a towel.

He shook his head. “Too much glass in the wound.” He reached over and ripped a long, thin scrap from the bottom of the white tablecloth. He twisted it around my arm above the elbow to form a tourniquet. The smell of the blood was making me dizzy. My ears rang.

“Bella,” Carlisle said softly. “Do you want me to drive you to the hospital, or would you like me to take care of it here?”

“Here, please,” I whispered. If he took me to the hospital, there would be no way to keep this from Charlie.

I've seen this interpreted in an abusive relationship sense, not wanting to go to the hospital for injuries to keep it from being revealed. I think that's reading too much into it, as we've got far more through the series to classify Bella and Edward's relationship as toxic and unhealthy.

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“I’ll get your bag,” Alice said.

“Let’s take her to the kitchen table,” Carlisle said to Edward.

Edward lifted me effortlessly, while Carlisle kept the pressure steady on my arm.

“How are you doing, Bella?” Carlisle asked.

“I’m fine.” My voice was reasonably steady, which pleased me.

Maybe she'll finally get over her fear of blood? In the last book the paper cut would have been enough to cause her to faint right onto the piano.

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Edward’s face was like stone.

Alice was there. Carlisle’s black bag was already on the table, a small but brilliant desk light plugged into the wall. Edward sat me gently into a chair, and Carlisle pulled up another. He went to work at once.

Edward stood over me, still protective, still not breathing.

“Just go, Edward,” I sighed.

“I can handle it,” he insisted. But his jaw was rigid; his eyes burned with the intensity of the thirst he fought, so much worse for him than it was for the others.

“You don’t need to be a hero,” I said. “Carlisle can fix me up without your help. Get some fresh air.”

I winced as Carlisle did something to my arm that stung.

“I’ll stay,” he said.

“Why are you so masochistic?” I mumbled.

Why are you?

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Carlisle decided to intercede. “Edward, you may as well go find Jasper before he gets too far. I’m sure he’s upset with himself, and I doubt he’ll listen to anyone but you right now.”

“Yes,” I eagerly agreed. “Go find Jasper.”

“You might as well do something useful,” Alice added.

Tactful!

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Edward’s eyes narrowed as we ganged up on him, but, finally, he nodded once and sprinted smoothly through the kitchen’s back door. I was sure he hadn’t taken a breath since I’d sliced my finger.

A numb, dead feeling was spreading through my arm. Though it erased the sting, it reminded me of the gash, and I watched Carlisle’s face carefully to distract me from what his hands were doing. His hair gleamed gold in the bright light as he bent over my arm. I could feel the faint stirrings of unease in the pit of my stomach, but I was determined not to let my usual squeamishness get the best of me. There was no pain now, just a gentle tugging sensation that I tried to ignore. No reason to get sick like a baby.

If she hadn’t been in my line of sight, I wouldn’t have noticed Alice give up and steal out of the room. With a tiny, apologetic smile on her lips, she disappeared through the kitchen doorway.

“Well, that’s everyone,” I sighed. “I can clear a room, at least.”

Common problem back in Phoenix, I take it?

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“It’s not your fault,” Carlisle comforted me with a chuckle. “It could happen to anyone.”

Could,” I repeated. “But it usually just happens to me.”

Your vampire boyfriend hurling you through a table like the Undertaker to protect you from his adopted brother killing you could not happen to anyone!

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He laughed again.

His relaxed calm was only more amazing set in direct contrast with everyone else’s reaction. I couldn’t find any trace of anxiety in his face. He worked with quick, sure movements. The only sound besides our quiet breathing was the soft plink, plink as the tiny fragments of glass dropped one by one to the table.

“How can you do this?” I demanded. “Even Alice and Esme…” I trailed off, shaking my head in wonder. Though the rest of them had given up the traditional diet of vampires just as absolutely as Carlisle had, he was the only one who could bear the smell of my blood without suffering from the intense temptation. Clearly, this was much more difficult than he made it seem.

“Years and years of practice,” he told me. “I barely notice the scent anymore.”

“Do you think it would be harder if you took a vacation from the hospital for a long time? And weren’t around any blood?”

“Maybe.” He shrugged his shoulders, but his hands remained steady. “I’ve never felt the need for an extended holiday.” He flashed a brilliant smile in my direction. “I enjoy my work too much.”

Carlisle is the best vampire dad ever.

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Plink, plink, plink. I was surprised at how much glass there seemed to be in my arm. I was tempted to glance at the growing pile, just to check the size, but I knew that idea would not be helpful to my no-vomiting strategy.

“What is it that you enjoy?” I wondered. It didn’t make sense to me—the years of struggle and self-denial he must have spent to get to the point where he could endure this so easily. Besides, I wanted to keep him talking; the conversation kept my mind off the queasy feeling in my stomach.

His dark eyes were calm and thoughtful as he answered. “Hmm. What I enjoy the very most is when my… enhanced abilities let me save someone who would otherwise have been lost. It’s pleasant knowing that, thanks to what I can do, some people’s lives are better because I exist. Even the sense of smell is a useful diagnostic tool at times.” One side of his mouth pulled up in half a smile.

I know Esme is supposed to be the one with the extreme vampire-driven compassion, but Carlisle earns major points for deciding to use his vampiric powers for good. In another universe, he'd probably be a superhero.

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I mulled that over while he poked around, making sure all the glass splinters were gone. Then he rummaged in his bag for new tools, and I tried not to picture a needle and thread.

“You try very hard to make up for something that was never your fault,” I suggested while a new kind of tugging started at the edges of my skin. “What I mean is, it’s not like you asked for this. You didn’t choose this kind of life, and yet you have to work so hard to be good.”

“I don’t know that I’m making up for anything,” he disagreed lightly. “Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given.”

“That makes it sound too easy.”

It's incredible how much of a difference editing makes. Compare this dialogue scene to anything from the first book; it's such a dramatic shift in quality you could almost think a different writer wrote this book.

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He examined my arm again. “There,” he said, snipping a thread. “All done.” He wiped an oversized Q-tip, dripping with some syrup-colored liquid, thoroughly across the operation site. The smell was strange; it made my head spin. The syrup stained my skin.

“In the beginning, though,” I pressed while he taped another long piece of gauze securely in place, sealing it to my skin. “Why did you even think to try a different way than the obvious one?”

His lips turned up in a private smile. “Hasn’t Edward told you this story?”

“Yes. But I’m trying to understand what you were thinking.…”

His face was suddenly serious again, and I wondered if his thoughts had gone to the same place that mine had. Wondering what I would be thinking when—I refused to think if—it was me.

“You know my father was a clergyman,” he mused as he cleaned the table carefully, rubbing everything down with wet gauze, and then doing it again. The smell of alcohol burned in my nose. “He had a rather harsh view of the world, which I was already beginning to question before the time that I changed.” Carlisle put all the dirty gauze and the glass slivers into an empty crystal bowl. I didn’t understand what he was doing, even when he lit the match. Then he threw it onto the alcohol-soaked fibers, and the sudden blaze made me jump.

This seems like a very dangerous way of disposal when you're as stable around fire as thermite!

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“Sorry,” he apologized. “That ought to do it.… So I didn’t agree with my father’s particular brand of faith. But never, in the nearly four hundred years now since I was born, have I ever seen anything to make me doubt whether God exists in some form or the other. Not even the reflection in the mirror.”

I pretended to examine the dressing on my arm to hide my surprise at the direction our conversation had taken. Religion was the last thing I expected, all things considered. My own life was fairly devoid of belief. Charlie considered himself a Lutheran, because that’s what his parents had been, but Sundays he worshipped by the river with a fishing pole in his hand. Renée tried out a church now and then, but, much like her brief affairs with tennis, pottery, yoga, and French classes, she moved on by the time I was aware of her newest fad.

You're Mormon enough anyway, Bella!

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“I’m sure all this sounds a little bizarre, coming from a vampire.” He grinned, knowing how their casual use of that word never failed to shock me. “But I’m hoping that there is still a point to this life, even for us. It’s a long shot, I’ll admit,” he continued in an offhand voice. “By all accounts, we’re damned regardless. But I hope, maybe foolishly, that we’ll get some measure of credit for trying.”

“I don’t think that’s foolish,” I mumbled. I couldn’t imagine anyone, deity included, who wouldn’t be impressed by Carlisle. Besides, the only kind of heaven I could appreciate would have to include Edward. “And I don’t think anyone else would, either.”

“Actually, you’re the very first one to agree with me.”

“The rest of them don’t feel the same?” I asked, surprised, thinking of only one person in particular.

Carlisle guessed the direction of my thoughts again. “Edward’s with me up to a point. God and heaven exist… and so does hell. But he doesn’t believe there is an afterlife for our kind.” Carlisle’s voice was very soft; he stared out the big window over the sink, into the darkness. “You see, he thinks we’ve lost our souls.”

I immediately thought of Edward’s words this afternoon: unless you want to die—or whatever it is that we do. The lightbulb flicked on over my head.

“That’s the real problem, isn’t it?” I guessed. “That’s why he’s being so difficult about me.”

Now you can seriously picture it from Edward's point of view. For many people, non-existence is the most terrifying thing imaginable. Edward believes that the afterlife exists, but he's lost his ticket. As far as he's concerned, nothing awaits him. He's had nearly a century to be depressed about this and it's hard to imagine it getting better.

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Carlisle spoke slowly. “I look at my… son. His strength, his goodness, the brightness that shines out of him—and it only fuels that hope, that faith, more than ever. How could there not be more for one such as Edward?”

I nodded in fervent agreement.

“But if I believed as he does…” He looked down at me with unfathomable eyes. “If you believed as he did. Could you take away his soul?”

The way he phrased the question thwarted my answer. If he’d asked me whether I would risk my soul for Edward, the reply would be obvious. But would I risk Edward’s soul? I pursed my lips unhappily. That wasn’t a fair exchange.

“You see the problem.”

Edward won't turn Bella into a vampire because he considers it a true curse. Turning her would be damning her to his own ultimate fear. It would literally be the worst thing in the universe he could do to her, worse than simply killing her.

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I shook my head, aware of the stubborn set of my chin.

Carlisle sighed.

“It’s my choice,” I insisted.

“It’s his, too.” He held up his hand when he could see that I was about to argue. “Whether he is responsible for doing that to you.”

“He’s not the only one able to do it.” I eyed Carlisle speculatively.

Unfortunately for Edward, Bella doesn't give a poo poo.

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He laughed, abruptly lightening the mood. “Oh, no! You’re going to have to work this out with him.” But then he sighed. “That’s the one part I can never be sure of. I think, in most other ways, that I’ve done the best I could with what I had to work with. But was it right to doom the others to this life? I can’t decide.”

I didn’t answer. I imagined what my life would be like if Carlisle had resisted the temptation to change his lonely existence… and shuddered.

“It was Edward’s mother who made up my mind.” Carlisle’s voice was almost a whisper. He stared unseeingly out the black windows.

“His mother?” Whenever I’d asked Edward about his parents, he would merely say that they had died long ago, and his memories were vague. I realized Carlisle’s memory of them, despite the brevity of their contact, would be perfectly clear.

“Yes. Her name was Elizabeth. Elizabeth Masen. His father, Edward Senior, never regained consciousness in the hospital. He died in the first wave of the influenza. But Elizabeth was alert until almost the very end. Edward looks a great deal like her—she had that same strange bronze shade to her hair, and her eyes were exactly the same color green.”

“His eyes were green?” I murmured, trying to picture it.

Unfortunately, this segment is where Meyer's writing problems start to come back.

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“Yes.…” Carlisle’s ocher eyes were a hundred years away now. “Elizabeth worried obsessively over her son. She hurt her own chances of survival trying to nurse him from her sickbed. I expected that he would go first, he was so much worse off than she was. When the end came for her, it was very quick. It was just after sunset, and I’d arrived to relieve the doctors who’d been working all day. That was a hard time to pretend—there was so much work to be done, and I had no need of rest. How I hated to go back to my house, to hide in the dark and pretend to sleep while so many were dying.

“I went to check Elizabeth and her son first. I’d grown attached—always a dangerous thing to do considering the fragile nature of humans. I could see at once that she’d taken a bad turn. The fever was raging out of control, and her body was too weak to fight anymore.

“She didn’t look weak, though, when she glared up at me from her cot.

“‘Save him!’ she commanded me in the hoarse voice that was all her throat could manage.

“‘I’ll do everything in my power,’ I promised her, taking her hand. The fever was so high, she probably couldn’t even tell how unnaturally cold mine felt. Everything felt cold to her skin. “

‘You must,’ she insisted, clutching at my hand with enough strength that I wondered if she wouldn’t pull through the crisis after all. Her eyes were hard, like stones, like emeralds. ‘You must do everything in your power. What others cannot do, that is what you must do for my Edward.’

At its root, this awkward sequence where Carlisle seems to be acting out his own one-man drama seems to come from the same problem as Bella gaining miraculous insight into people's exact motivations and thoughts when convenient to the plot. Meyer has a specific image in her mind for everything and writes her dialogue scenes as if they're extremely exacting scripts, with every motion, innocuous action, and change of expression listed, crafting a film in your head. But she has trouble organically inserting something that would be better left unstated directly and left to the imagination and interpretation of the reader. Just like Bella tells us exactly what's motivating someone's unspoken actions so we know how we're meant to interpret the plot, Carlisle is reading from his own book out loud so we know exactly what Meyer wanted Edward's transformation to look like if depicted.

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“It frightened me. She looked at me with those piercing eyes, and, for one instant, I felt certain that she knew my secret. Then the fever overwhelmed her, and she never regained consciousness. She died within an hour of making her demand.

“I’d spent decades considering the idea of creating a companion for myself. Just one other creature who could really know me, rather than what I pretended to be. But I could never justify it to myself—doing what had been done to me.

“There Edward lay, dying. It was clear that he had only hours left. Beside him, his mother, her face somehow not yet peaceful, not even in death.”

Carlisle saw it all again, his memory unblurred by the intervening century. I could see it clearly, too, as he spoke—the despair of the hospital, the overwhelming atmosphere of death. Edward burning with fever, his life slipping away with each tick of the clock… I shuddered again, and forced the picture from my mind.

“Elizabeth’s words echoed in my head. How could she guess what I could do? Could anyone really want that for her son?

“I looked at Edward. Sick as he was, he was still beautiful. There was something pure and good about his face. The kind of face I would have wanted my son to have.

“After all those years of indecision, I simply acted on a whim. I wheeled his mother to the morgue first, and then I came back for him. No one noticed that he was still breathing. There weren’t enough hands, enough eyes, to keep track of half of what the patients needed. The morgue was empty—of the living, at least. I stole him out the back door, and carried him across the rooftops back to my home.

“I wasn’t sure what had to be done. I settled for recreating the wounds I’d received myself, so many centuries earlier in London. I felt bad about that later. It was more painful and lingering than necessary.

I like that Carlisle's dramatic, emotional transformation of Edward into his first vampiric companion hits a brick wall when he realizes he has no idea how you actually turn other people into vampires, so he's just "Let's copy that and hope for the best!"

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“I wasn’t sorry, though. I’ve never been sorry that I saved Edward.” He shook his head, coming back to the present. He smiled at me. “I suppose I should take you home now.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tcM9cWt7US4

Notice that Carlisle whispers something unheard to Edward before biting him. Peter Facinelli tried "I'm sorry" and "My son", but never got the reaction he wanted. Finally on the fifth take he said "You're sexy," which got Robert Pattinson to visibly suppress bursting into hysterics on film.

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“I’ll do that,” Edward said. He came through the shadowy dining room, walking slowly for him. His face was smooth, unreadable, but there was something wrong with his eyes—something he was trying very hard to hide. I felt a spasm of unease in my stomach.

“Carlisle can take me,” I said. I looked down at my shirt; the light blue cotton was soaked and spotted with my blood. My right shoulder was covered in thick pink frosting.

“I’m fine.” Edward’s voice was unemotional. “You’ll need to change anyway. You’d give Charlie a heart attack the way you look. I’ll have Alice get you something.” He strode out the kitchen door again.

I looked at Carlisle anxiously. “He’s very upset.”

“Yes,” Carlisle agreed. “Tonight is exactly the kind of thing that he fears the most. You being put in danger, because of what we are.”

“It’s not his fault.”

“It’s not yours, either.”

I looked away from his wise, beautiful eyes. I couldn’t agree with that.

Carlisle offered me his hand and helped me up from the table. I followed him out into the main room. Esme had come back; she was mopping the floor where I’d fallen—with straight bleach from the smell of it.

“Esme, let me do that.” I could feel that my face was bright red again.

Something consistent in Bella's characterization is when she shows how irresponsible and useless her mother was. Bella was basically forced into adulthood at a young age because of Renee's refusal to grow up and stop fluttering around to different fads and fleeting interests. If Bella didn't clean the house, it didn't get clean. If she didn't cook herself dinner, she didn't eat. Notice how not only does she cook all the time and volunteer for it, she's always trying to do the cleaning herself. It's what she always had to do.

It honestly makes me dislike Renee even more. As far as we can see, she never once improved before Bella became an adult. She loves her daughter, but she was incredibly neglectful and seems to have been instrumental in turning Bella against her father, who was infinitely more patient and kind than he ever had to be. There's a good shot that most of Bella's issues come from how she was raised.

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“I’m already done.” She smiled up at me. “How do you feel?”

“I’m fine,” I assured her. “Carlisle sews faster than any other doctor I’ve had.”

They both chuckled.

Alice and Edward came in the back doors. Alice hurried to my side, but Edward hung back, his face indecipherable.

“C’mon,” Alice said. “I’ll get you something less macabre to wear.”

She found me a shirt of Esme’s that was close to the same color mine had been. Charlie wouldn’t notice, I was sure. The long white bandage on my arm didn’t look nearly as serious when I was no longer spattered in gore. Charlie was never surprised to see me bandaged.

This, uh, gets a dark callback later.

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“Alice,” I whispered as she headed back to the door.

“Yes?” She kept her voice low, too, and looked at me curiously, her head cocked to the side.

“How bad is it?” I couldn’t be sure if my whispering was a wasted effort. Even though we were upstairs, with the door closed, perhaps he could hear me.

Her face tensed. “I’m not sure yet.”

“How’s Jasper?”

She sighed. “He’s very unhappy with himself. It’s all so much more of a challenge for him, and he hates feeling weak.”

“It’s not his fault. You’ll tell him that I’m not mad at him, not at all, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

I feel worse for Jasper in this than anyone else.

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Edward was waiting for me by the front door. As I got to the bottom of the staircase, he held it open without a word.

“Take your things!” Alice cried as I walked warily toward Edward. She scooped up the two packages, one half-opened, and my camera from under the piano, and pressed them into my good arm. “You can thank me later, when you’ve opened them.”

Esme and Carlisle both said a quiet goodnight. I could see them stealing quick glances at their impassive son, much like I was. It was a relief to be outside; I hurried past the lanterns and the roses, now unwelcome reminders. Edward kept pace with me silently. He opened the passenger side for me, and I climbed in without complaint.

On the dashboard was a big red ribbon, stuck to the new stereo. I pulled it off, throwing it to the floor. As Edward slid into the other side, I kicked the ribbon under my seat.

He didn’t look at me or the stereo. Neither of us switched it on, and the silence was somehow intensified by the sudden thunder of the engine. He drove too fast down the dark, serpentine lane.

I see we're back to the first book's relationship dynamic!

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The silence was making me insane.

“Say something,” I finally begged as he turned onto the freeway.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked in a detached voice. I cringed at his remoteness.

“Tell me you forgive me.”

That brought a flicker of life to his face—a flicker of anger. “Forgive you? For what?”

“If I’d been more careful, nothing would have happened.”

“Bella, you gave yourself a paper cut—that hardly deserves the death penalty.”

“It’s still my fault.”

My words opened up the floodgate.

“Your fault? If you’d cut yourself at Mike Newton’s house, with Jessica there and Angela and your other normal friends, the worst that could possibly have happened would be what? Maybe they couldn’t find you a bandage? If you’d tripped and knocked over a pile of glass plates on your own—without someone throwing you into them—even then, what’s the worst? You’d get blood on the seats when they drove you to the emergency room? Mike Newton could have held your hand while they stitched you up—and he wouldn’t be fighting the urge to kill you the whole time he was there. Don’t try to take any of this on yourself, Bella. It will only make me more disgusted with myself.”

“How the hell did Mike Newton end up in this conversation?” I demanded.

Is this the first swear in the entire series? I think it is!

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“Mike Newton ended up in this conversation because Mike Newton would be a hell of a lot healthier for you to be with,” he growled.

“I’d rather die than be with Mike Newton,” I protested. “I’d rather die than be with anyone but you.”

Mike Newton is a perfectly fine young man!

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“Don’t be melodramatic, please.”

“Well then, don’t you be ridiculous.”

He didn’t answer. He glared through the windshield, his expression black.

I racked my brain for some way to salvage the evening. When we pulled up in front of my house, I still hadn’t come up with anything.

He killed the engine, but his hands stayed clenched around the steering wheel.

“Will you stay tonight?” I asked.

“I should go home.”

The last thing I wanted was for him to go wallow in remorse.

“For my birthday,” I pressed.

“You can’t have it both ways—either you want people to ignore your birthday or you don’t. One or the other.” His voice was stern, but not as serious as before. I breathed a silent sigh of relief.

I hate agreeing with Edward.

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“Okay. I’ve decided that I don’t want you to ignore my birthday. I’ll see you upstairs.”

I hopped out, reaching back in for my packages. He frowned.

“You don’t have to take those.”

“I want them,” I responded automatically, and then wondered if he was using reverse psychology.

“No, you don’t. Carlisle and Esme spent money on you.”

“I’ll live.” I tucked the presents awkwardly under my good arm and slammed the door behind me. He was out of the truck and by my side in less than a second.

Unfortunately, editing can't get rid of the fundamental problem with Bella and Edward being the main characters.

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“Let me carry them, at least,” he said as he took them away. “I’ll be in your room.”

I smiled. “Thanks.”

“Happy birthday,” he sighed, and leaned down to touch his lips to mine.

I reached up on my toes to make the kiss last longer when he pulled away. He smiled my favorite crooked smile, and then he disappeared into the darkness.

The game was still on; as soon as I walked through the front door I could hear the announcer rambling over the babble of the crowd.

“Bell?” Charlie called.

“Hey, Dad,” I said as I came around the corner. I held my arm close to my side. The slight pressure burned, and I wrinkled my nose. The anesthetic was apparently losing its effectiveness.

“How was it?” Charlie lounged across the sofa with his bare feet propped up on the arm. What was left of his curly brown hair was crushed flat on one side.

“Alice went overboard. Flowers, cake, candles, presents—the whole bit.”

"I honestly deserved none of it!"

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“What did they get you?”

“A stereo for my truck.” And various unknowns.

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Well, I’m calling it a night.”

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

I waved. “See ya.”

“What happened to your arm?”

I flushed and cursed silently. “I tripped. It’s nothing.”

“Bella,” he sighed, shaking his head.

“Goodnight, Dad.”

I hurried up to the bathroom, where I kept my pajamas for just such nights as these. I shrugged into the matching tank top and cotton pants that I’d gotten to replace the holey sweats I used to wear to bed, wincing as the movement pulled at the stitches. I washed my face one-handed, brushed my teeth, and then skipped to my room.

He was sitting in the center of my bed, toying idly with one of the silver boxes.

“Hi,” he said. His voice was sad. He was wallowing.[/quote

Great, now we get two of them being emo.

[quote]I went to the bed, pushed the presents out of his hands, and climbed into his lap.

“Hi.” I snuggled into his stone chest. “Can I open my presents now?”

“Where did the enthusiasm come from?” he wondered.

“You made me curious.”

I picked up the long flat rectangle that must have been from Carlisle and Esme.

“Allow me,” he suggested. He took the gift from my hand and tore the silver paper off with one fluid movement. He handed the rectangular white box back to me.

“Are you sure I can handle lifting the lid?” I muttered, but he ignored me.

Inside the box was a long thick piece of paper with an overwhelming amount of fine print. It took me a minute to get the gist of the information.

“We’re going to Jacksonville?” And I was excited, in spite of myself. It was a voucher for plane tickets, for both me and Edward.

“That’s the idea.”

“I can’t believe it. Renée is going to flip! You don’t mind, though, do you? It’s sunny, you’ll have to stay inside all day.”

At first I forgot Renee had moved to Jacksonville and I was wracking my brain trying to figure out why anyone would be excited to take a trip there.

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“I think I can handle it,” he said, and then frowned. “If I’d had any idea that you could respond to a gift this appropriately, I would have made you open it in front of Carlisle and Esme. I thought you’d complain.”

Imagine dating someone who you can't trust to open your parents' birthday gifts in front of them without bitching and making them feel bad.

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“Well, of course it’s too much. But I get to take you with me!”

He chuckled. “Now I wish I’d spent money on your present. I didn’t realize that you were capable of being reasonable.”

I set the tickets aside and reached for his present, my curiosity rekindled. He took it from me and unwrapped it like the first one.

He handed back a clear CD jewel case, with a blank silver CD inside.

“What is it?” I asked, perplexed.

He didn’t say anything; he took the CD and reached around me to put it in the CD player on the bedside table. He hit play, and we waited in silence. Then the music began.

I listened, speechless and wide-eyed. I knew he was waiting for my reaction, but I couldn’t talk. Tears welled up, and I reached up to wipe them away before they could spill over.

“Does your arm hurt?” he asked anxiously.

“No, it’s not my arm. It’s beautiful, Edward. You couldn’t have given me anything I would love more. I can’t believe it.” I shut up, so I could listen.

It was his music, his compositions. The first piece on the CD was my lullaby.

Okay that's a legitimately really good gift.

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“I didn’t think you would let me get a piano so I could play for you here,” he explained.

Just put it behind the fish in the freezer.

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“You’re right.”

“How does your arm feel?”

“Just fine.” Actually, it was starting to blaze under the bandage. I wanted ice. I would have settled for his hand, but that would have given me away.

“I’ll get you some Tylenol.”

“I don’t need anything,” I protested, but he slid me off his lap and headed for the door.

“Charlie,” I hissed. Charlie wasn’t exactly aware that Edward frequently stayed over. In fact, he would have a stroke if that fact were brought to his attention. But I didn’t feel too guilty for deceiving him. It wasn’t as if we were up to anything he wouldn’t want me to be up to. Edward and his rules…

“He won’t catch me,” Edward promised as he disappeared silently out the door… and returned, catching the door before it had swung back to touch the frame. He had the glass from the bathroom and the bottle of pills in one hand.

I really wish the films played up the vampires casually using their super speed more. Again, for comedy purposes.

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I took the pills he handed me without arguing—I knew I would lose the argument. And my arm really was starting to bother me.

My lullaby continued, soft and lovely, in the background.

“It’s late,” Edward noted. He scooped me up off the bed with one arm, and pulled the cover back with the other. He put me down with my head on my pillow and tucked the quilt around me. He lay down next to me—on top of the blanket so I wouldn’t get chilled—and put his arm over me.

I leaned my head against his shoulder and sighed happily. “Thanks again,” I whispered.

“You’re welcome.” It was quiet for a long moment as I listened to my lullaby drift to a close. Another song began. I recognized Esme’s favorite.

“What are you thinking about?” I wondered in a whisper.

He hesitated for a second before he told me. “I was thinking about right and wrong, actually.”

I felt a chill tingle along my spine.

Again, make Edward a serial killer and much of his dialogue will remain the same.

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“Remember how I decided that I wanted you to not ignore my birthday?” I asked quickly, hoping it wasn’t too clear that I was trying to distract him.

“Yes,” he agreed, wary.

“Well, I was thinking, since it’s still my birthday, that I’d like you to kiss me again.”

“You’re greedy tonight.”

“Yes, I am—but please, don’t do anything you don’t want to do,” I added, piqued.

He laughed, and then sighed. “Heaven forbid that I should do anything I don’t want to do,” he said in a strangely desperate tone as he put his hand under my chin and pulled my face up to his.

The kiss began much the same as usual—Edward was as careful as ever, and my heart began to overreact like it always did. And then something seemed to change. Suddenly his lips became much more urgent, his free hand twisted into my hair and held my face securely to his. And, though my hands tangled in his hair, too, and though I was clearly beginning to cross his cautious lines, for once he didn’t stop me. His body was cold through the thin quilt, but I crushed myself against him eagerly.

When he stopped it was abrupt; he pushed me away with gentle, firm hands.

I collapsed back onto my pillow, gasping, my head spinning. Something tugged at my memory, elusive, on the edges.

“Sorry,” he said, and he was breathless, too. “That was out of line.”

I don't think Bella has even seen a penis that wasn't in an educational text.

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I don’t mind,” I panted.

He frowned at me in the darkness. “Try to sleep, Bella.”

“No, I want you to kiss me again.”

“You’re overestimating my self-control.”

“Which is tempting you more, my blood or my body?” I challenged.

Imagine a stone dildo attached to a jackhammer.

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“It’s a tie.” He grinned briefly in spite of himself, and then was serious again. “Now, why don’t you stop pushing your luck and go to sleep?”

“Fine,” I agreed, snuggling closer to him. I really did feel exhausted. It had been a long day in so many ways, yet I felt no sense of relief at its end. Almost as if something worse was coming tomorrow. It was a silly premonition—what could be worse than today? Just the shock catching up with me, no doubt.

How about the rest of this book?

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Trying to be sneaky about it, I pressed my injured arm against his shoulder, so his cool skin would sooth the burning. It felt better at once.

I was halfway asleep, maybe more, when I realized what his kiss had reminded me of: last spring, when he’d had to leave me to throw James off my trail, Edward had kissed me goodbye, not knowing when—or if—we would see each other again. This kiss had the same almost painful edge for some reason I couldn’t imagine. I shuddered into unconsciousness, as if I were already having a nightmare.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Okay sometimes this poo poo gets too weird. I'm playing Harry Potter: Wizards Unite. Basically Pokemon Go for Harry Potter on your phone, including walking around to find stuff to add to your collection. It's a full moon and weather, time, and moon phases affect what appears in the game.

I just opened the game from my house to find two battles, a vampire and a werewolf, right here from my desk.

chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

Chapter 3: The End

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I felt absolutely hideous in the morning. I hadn't slept well; my arm burned and my head ached. It didn’t help my outlook that Edward’s face was smooth and remote as he kissed my forehead quickly and ducked out my window. I was afraid of the time I’d spent unconscious, afraid that he might have been thinking about right and wrong again while he watched me sleep. The anxiety seemed to ratchet up the intensity of the pounding in my head.

Out of context, this sounds like she's waking up after an all-night bender at the Cullen house.

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Edward was waiting for me at school, as usual, but his face was still wrong. There was something buried in his eyes that I couldn’t be sure of—and it scared me. I didn’t want to bring up last night, but I wasn’t sure if avoiding the subject would be worse.

He opened my door for me.

“How do you feel?”

“Perfect,” I lied, cringing as the sound of the slamming door echoed in my head.

If you think she's lied enough now, wait till after this chapter!

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We walked in silence, he shortening his stride to match mine. There were so many questions I wanted to ask, but most of those questions would have to wait, because they were for Alice: How was Jasper this morning? What had they said when I was gone? What had Rosalie said? And most importantly, what could she see happening now in her strange, imperfect visions of the future? Could she guess what Edward was thinking, why he was so gloomy? Was there a foundation for the tenuous, instinctive fears that I couldn’t seem to shake?

The morning passed slowly. I was impatient to see Alice, though I wouldn’t be able to really talk to her with Edward there. Edward remained aloof. Occasionally he would ask about my arm, and I would lie.

Alice usually beat us to lunch; she didn’t have to keep pace with a sloth like me. But she wasn’t at the table, waiting with a tray of food she wouldn’t eat.

Edward didn’t say anything about her absence. I wondered to myself if her class was running late—until I saw Conner and Ben, who were in her fourth hour French class.

“Where’s Alice?” I asked Edward anxiously.

He looked at the granola bar he was slowly pulverizing between his fingertips while he answered. “She’s with Jasper.”

“Is he okay?”

“He’s gone away for a while.”

“What? Where?”

Edward shrugged. “Nowhere in particular.” “

And Alice, too,” I said with quiet desperation. Of course, if Jasper needed her, she would go.

“Yes. She’ll be gone for a while. She was trying to convince him to go to Denali.”

Denali was where the one other band of unique vampires—good ones like the Cullens—lived. Tanya and her family. I’d heard of them now and again. Edward had run to them last winter when my arrival had made Forks difficult for him. Laurent, the most civilized member of James’s little coven, had gone there rather than siding with James against the Cullens. It made sense for Alice to encourage Jasper to go there.

That's a hell of an important part of the plot to just drop into our laps in the cafeteria! If you read Midnight Sun concurrently with Twilight you would have seen Edward's meeting with Tanya, but otherwise this coven (which becomes extremely important later in the series) is practically a throwaway paragraph.

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I swallowed, trying to dislodge the sudden lump in my throat. The guilt made my head bow and my shoulders slump. I’d run them out of their home, just like Rosalie and Emmett. I was a plague.

“Is your arm bothering you?” he asked solicitously.

“Who cares about my stupid arm?” I muttered in disgust.

He didn’t answer, and I put my head down on the table.

By the end of the day, the silence was becoming ridiculous. I didn’t want to be the one to break it, but apparently that was my only choice if I ever wanted him to talk to me again.

“You’ll come over later tonight?” I asked as he walked me—silently—to my truck. He always came over.

“Later?”

It pleased me that he seemed surprised. “I have to work. I had to trade with Mrs. Newton to get yesterday off.”

“Oh,” he murmured.

“So you’ll come over when I’m home, though, right?” I hated that I felt suddenly unsure about this.

“If you want me to.”

“I always want you,” I reminded him, with perhaps a little more intensity than the conversation required.

I expected he would laugh, or smile, or react somehow to my words.

“All right, then,” he said indifferently. He kissed my forehead again before he shut the door on me. Then he turned his back and loped gracefully toward his car.

I was able to drive out of the parking lot before the panic really hit, but I was hyperventilating by the time I got to Newton’s.

He just needed time, I told myself. He would get over this. Maybe he was sad because his family was disappearing. But Alice and Jasper would come back soon, and Rosalie and Emmett, too. If it would help, I would stay away from the big white house on the river—I’d never set foot there again. That didn’t matter. I’d still see Alice at school. She would have to come back for school, right? And she was at my place all the time anyway. She wouldn’t want to hurt Charlie’s feelings by staying away.

No doubt I would also run into Carlisle with regularity—in the emergency room.

Don't worry, there's always ways for this to get worse!

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After all, what had happened last night was nothing. Nothing had happened. So I fell down—that was the story of my life.

I'm sorry, did we see the same event as you?

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Compared to last spring, it seemed especially unimportant. James had left me broken and nearly dead from loss of blood—and yet Edward had handled the interminable weeks in the hospital much better than this. Was it because, this time, it wasn’t an enemy he’d had to protect me from? Because it was his brother?

Because it was the second time in 6 months you almost got eaten by a vampire because of dating him?

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Maybe it would be better if he took me away, rather than his family being scattered. I grew slightly less depressed as I considered all the uninterrupted alone time. If he could just last through the school year, Charlie wouldn’t be able to object. We could go away to college, or pretend that’s what we were doing, like Rosalie and Emmett this year. Surely Edward could wait a year. What was a year to an immortal? It didn’t even seem like that much to me.

I was able to talk myself into enough composure to handle getting out of the truck and walking to the store. Mike Newton had beaten me here today, and he smiled and waved when I came in. I grabbed my vest, nodding vaguely in his direction. I was still imagining pleasant scenarios that consisted of me running away with Edward to various exotic locales.

Our fearless protagonist just spent the entire drive to work hyperventilating herself into a panic attack over being dumped by a guy she's been dating for 6 months.

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Mike interrupted my fantasy. “How was your birthday?”

“Ugh,” I mumbled. “I’m glad it’s over.”

Mike looked at me from the corners of his eyes like I was crazy.

Mike knows.

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Work dragged. I wanted to see Edward again, praying that he would be past the worst of this, whatever it was exactly, by the time I saw him again. It’s nothing, I told myself over and over again. Everything will go back to normal.

The relief I felt when I turned onto my street and saw Edward’s silver car parked in front of my house was an overwhelming, heady thing. And it bothered me deeply that it should be that way.

I hurried through the front door, calling out before I was completely inside.

“Dad? Edward?”

As I spoke, I could hear the distinctive theme music from ESPN’s SportsCenter coming from the living room.

“In here,” Charlie called.

I hung my raincoat on its peg and hurried around the corner.

Edward was in the armchair, my father on the sofa. Both had their eyes trained on the TV. The focus was normal for my father. Not so much for Edward.

I thought he liked baseball!

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“Hi,” I said weakly.

“Hey, Bella,” my father answered, eyes never moving. “We just had cold pizza. I think it’s still on the table.”

Edward and Charlie just sitting at the table, silently chewing cold pizza without looking at each other for 3 hours.

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“Okay.”

I waited in the doorway. Finally, Edward looked over at me with a polite smile. “I’ll be right behind you,” he promised. His eyes strayed back to the TV.

I stared for another minute, shocked. Neither one seemed to notice. I could feel something, panic maybe, building up in my chest. I escaped to the kitchen.

The pizza held no interest for me. I sat in my chair, pulled my knees up, and wrapped my arms around them. Something was very wrong, maybe more wrong than I’d realized. The sounds of male bonding and banter continued from the TV set.

"Edward is being polite! He's never done this before!"

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I tried to get control of myself, to reason with myself. What’s the worst that can happen? I flinched. That was definitely the wrong question to ask. I was having a hard time breathing right.

Okay, I thought again, what’s the worst I can live through? I didn’t like that question so much, either. But I thought through the possibilities I’d considered today.

Staying away from Edward’s family. Of course, he wouldn’t expect Alice to be part of that. But if Jasper was off limits, that would lessen the time I could have with her. I nodded to myself—I could live with that.

Or going away. Maybe he wouldn’t want to wait till the end of the school year, maybe it would have to be now.

In front of me, on the table, my presents from Charlie and Renée were where I had left them, the camera I hadn’t had the chance to use at the Cullens’ sitting beside the album. I touched the pretty cover of the scrapbook my mother had given me, and sighed, thinking of Renée. Somehow, living without her for as long as I had did not make the idea of a more permanent separation easier. And Charlie would be left all alone here, abandoned. They would both be so hurt…

But we’d come back, right? We’d visit, of course, wouldn’t we?

I couldn’t be certain about the answer to that.

I know she's thinking about being a vampire again. How would you ever come back to visit regularly? At a certain point you need to either tell them you're a vampire now or mysteriously disappear/fake your death.

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I leaned my cheek against my knee, staring at the physical tokens of my parents’ love. I’d known this path I’d chosen was going to be hard. And, after all, I was thinking about the worst-case scenario—the very worst I could live through.

I touched the scrapbook again, flipping the front cover over. Little metal corners were already in place to hold the first picture. It wasn’t a half-bad idea, to make some record of my life here. I felt a strange urge to get started. Maybe I didn’t have that long left in Forks.

I toyed with the wrist strap on the camera, wondering about the first picture on the roll. Could it possibly turn out anything close to the original? I doubted it. But he didn’t seem worried that it would be blank. I chuckled to myself, thinking of his carefree laughter last night. The chuckle died away. So much had changed, and so abruptly. It made me feel a little bit dizzy, like I was standing on an edge, a precipice somewhere much too high.

I didn’t want to think about that anymore. I grabbed the camera and headed up the stairs.

My room hadn’t really changed all that much in the seventeen years since my mother had been here. The walls were still light blue, the same yellowed lace curtains hung in front of the window. There was a bed, rather than a crib, but she would recognize the quilt draped untidily over the top—it had been a gift from Gran.

Regardless, I snapped a picture of my room. There wasn’t much else I could do tonight—it was too dark outside—and the feeling was growing stronger, it was almost a compulsion now. I would record everything about Forks before I had to leave it.

Change was coming. I could feel it. It wasn’t a pleasant prospect, not when life was perfect the way it was.

It's taken surprisingly little to get her mind to start fraying at the edges!

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I took my time coming back down the stairs, camera in hand, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach as I thought of the strange distance I didn’t want to see in Edward’s eyes. He would get over this. Probably he was worried that I would be upset when he asked me to leave. I would let him work through it without meddling. And I would be prepared when he asked.

I had the camera ready as I leaned around the corner, being sneaky. I was sure there was no chance that I had caught Edward by surprise, but he didn’t look up. I felt a brief shiver as something icy twisted in my stomach; I ignored that and took the picture.

They both looked at me then. Charlie frowned. Edward’s face was empty, expressionless.

“What are you doing, Bella?” Charlie complained.

“Oh, come on.” I pretended to smile as I went to sit on the floor in front of the sofa where Charlie lounged. “You know Mom will be calling soon to ask if I’m using my presents. I have to get to work before she can get her feelings hurt.”

“Why are you taking pictures of me, though?” he grumbled.

“Because you’re so handsome,” I replied, keeping it light. “And because, since you bought the camera, you’re obligated to be one of my subjects.”

He mumbled something unintelligible.

He probably thinks Bella is so clumsy she's accidentally discovered a way to make a camera really steal your soul.

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“Hey, Edward,” I said with admirable indifference. “Take one of me and my dad together.”

I threw the camera toward him, carefully avoiding his eyes, and knelt beside the arm of the sofa where Charlie’s face was. Charlie sighed.

“You need to smile, Bella,” Edward murmured.

I did my best, and the camera flashed.

“Let me take one of you kids,” Charlie suggested. I knew he was just trying to shift the camera’s focus from himself.

Edward stood and lightly tossed him the camera.

Stop just throwing your new camera around!

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I went to stand beside Edward, and the arrangement felt formal and strange to me. He put one hand lightly on my shoulder, and I wrapped my arm more securely around his waist. I wanted to look at his face, but I was afraid to.

“Smile, Bella,” Charlie reminded me again.

I took a deep breath and smiled. The flash blinded me.

“Enough pictures for tonight,” Charlie said then, shoving the camera into a crevice of the sofa cushions and rolling over it. “You don’t have to use the whole roll now.”

You're going to break the drat thing!

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Edward dropped his hand from my shoulder and twisted casually out of my arm. He sat back down in the armchair.

I hesitated, and then went to sit against the sofa again. I was suddenly so frightened that my hands were shaking. I pressed them into my stomach to hide them, put my chin on my knees and stared at the TV screen in front of me, seeing nothing.

When the show ended, I hadn’t moved an inch. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward stand.

Bella must be trying to get used to being a vampire by just sitting and staring into space motionlessly.

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“I’d better get home,” he said.

Charlie didn’t look up from the commercial. “See ya.”

I got awkwardly to my feet—I was stiff from sitting so still—and followed Edward out the front door. He went straight to his car.

“Will you stay?” I asked, no hope in my voice.

I expected his answer, so it didn’t hurt as much.

“Not tonight.”

I didn’t ask for a reason.

He got in his car and drove away while I stood there, unmoving. I barely noticed that it was raining. I waited, without knowing what I waited for, until the door opened behind me.

“Bella, what are you doing?” Charlie asked, surprised to see me standing there alone and dripping.

“Nothing.” I turned and trudged back to the house.

It was a long night, with little in the way of rest.

I got up as soon as there was a faint light outside my window. I dressed for school mechanically, waiting for the clouds to brighten. When I had eaten a bowl of cereal, I decided that it was light enough for pictures. I took one of my truck, and then the front of the house. I turned and snapped a few of the forest by Charlie’s house. Funny how it didn’t seem sinister like it used to. I realized I would miss this—the green, the timelessness, the mystery of the woods. All of it.

Bella has apparently decided that crafting a fantasy in her head is better than talking like an adult.

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I put the camera in my school bag before I left. I tried to concentrate on my new project rather than the fact that Edward apparently hadn’t gotten over things during the night.

Along with the fear, I was beginning to feel impatience. How long could this last?

It lasted through the morning. He walked silently beside me, never seeming to actually look at me. I tried to concentrate on my classes, but not even English could hold my attention. Mr. Berty had to repeat his question about Lady Capulet twice before I realized he was talking to me. Edward whispered the correct answer under his breath and then went back to ignoring me.

Just talk to one another like adults!

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At lunch, the silence continued. I felt like I was going to start screaming at any moment, so, to distract myself, I leaned across the table’s invisible line and spoke to Jessica.

“Hey, Jess?”

“What’s up, Bella?”

“Could you do me a favor?” I asked, reaching into my bag. “My mom wants me to get some pictures of my friends for a scrapbook. So, take some pictures of everybody, okay?”

I handed her the camera.

“Sure,” she said, grinning, and turned to snap a candid shot of Mike with his mouth full.

A predictable picture war ensued. I watched them hand the camera around the table, giggling and flirting and complaining about being on film. It seemed strangely childish. Maybe I just wasn’t in the mood for normal human behavior today.

Or any day.

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“Uh-oh,” Jessica said apologetically as she returned the camera. “I think we used all your film.”

“That’s okay. I think I already got pictures of everything else I needed.”

After school, Edward walked me back to the parking lot in silence. I had to work again, and for once, I was glad. Time with me obviously wasn’t helping things. Maybe time alone would be better.

I dropped my film off at the Thriftway on my way to Newton’s, and then picked up the developed pictures after work. At home, I said a brief hi to Charlie, grabbed a granola bar from the kitchen, and hurried up to my room with the envelope of photographs tucked under my arm.

Meyer still has the problem of putting in entire paragraphs of useless exposition. I'm surprised we haven't followed Bella to the toilet yet.

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I sat in the middle of my bed and opened the envelope with wary curiosity. Ridiculously, I still half expected the first print to be a blank.

When I pulled it out, I gasped aloud. Edward looked just as beautiful as he did in real life, staring at me out of the picture with the warm eyes I’d missed for the past few days. It was almost uncanny that anyone could look so… so… beyond description. No thousand words could equal this picture.

I flipped through the rest of the stack quickly once, and then laid three of them out on the bed side by side. The first was the picture of Edward in the kitchen, his warm eyes touched with tolerant amusement. The second was Edward and Charlie, watching ESPN. The difference in Edward’s expression was severe. His eyes were careful here, reserved. Still breathtakingly beautiful, but his face was colder, more like a sculpture, less alive.

The last was the picture of Edward and me standing awkwardly side by side. Edward’s face was the same as the last, cold and statue-like. But that wasn’t the most troubling part of this photograph. The contrast between the two of us was painful. He looked like a god. I looked very average, even for a human, almost shamefully plain. I flipped the picture over with a feeling of disgust.

It's very healthy to maintain a relationship where you feel disgusted every time you look at yourself because of how hot he is.

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Instead of doing my homework, I stayed up to put my pictures into the album. With a ballpoint pen I scrawled captions under all the pictures, the names and the dates. I got to the picture of Edward and me, and, without looking at it too long, I folded it in half and stuck it under the metal tab, Edward-side up.

When I was done, I stuffed the second set of prints in a fresh envelope and penned a long thank-you letter to Renée.

Now she gets the "first name only" treatment like your dad too?

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Edward still hadn’t come over. I didn’t want to admit that he was the reason I’d stayed up so late, but of course he was. I tried to remember the last time he’d stayed away like this, without an excuse, a phone call… He never had.

Again, I didn’t sleep well.

School followed the silent, frustrating, terrifying pattern of the last two days. I felt relief when I saw Edward waiting for me in the parking lot, but it faded quickly. He was no different, unless maybe more remote.

It was hard to even remember the reason for all this mess. My birthday already felt like the distant past. If only Alice would come back. Soon. Before this got any more out of hand.

But I couldn’t count on that. I decided that, if I couldn’t talk to him today, really talk, then I was going to see Carlisle tomorrow. I had to do something.

I hate plots where things happen only because nobody talks to one another. So much has been happening in the background that Bella is completely isolated from because she and Edward just refuse to speak about it. Again, she's been robbed of any agency in the story until it's too late.

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After school, Edward and I were going to talk it out, I promised myself. I wasn’t accepting any excuses.

He walked me to my truck, and I steeled myself to make my demands.

“Do you mind if I come over today?” he asked before we got to the truck, beating me to the punch.

“Of course not.”

“Now?” he asked again, opening my door for me.

“Sure,” I kept my voice even, though I didn’t like the urgency in his tone. “I was just going to drop a letter for Renée in the mailbox on the way. I’ll meet you there.”

He looked at the fat envelope on the passenger seat. Suddenly, he reached over me and snagged it.

“I’ll do it,” he said quietly. “And I’ll still beat you there.” He smiled my favorite crooked smile, but it was wrong. It didn’t reach his eyes.

“Okay,” I agreed, unable to smile back. He shut the door, and headed toward his car.

He did beat me home. He was parked in Charlie’s spot when I pulled up in front of the house. That was a bad sign. He didn’t plan to stay, then. I shook my head and took a deep breath, trying to locate some courage.

He got out of his car when I stepped out of the truck, and came to meet me. He reached to take my book bag from me. That was normal. But he shoved it back onto the seat. That was not normal.

“Come for a walk with me,” he suggested in an unemotional voice, taking my hand.

This is the "grab the pepper spray" kind of red flag.

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I didn’t answer. I couldn’t think of a way to protest, but I instantly knew that I wanted to. I didn’t like this. This is bad, this is very bad, the voice in my head repeated again and again.

But he didn’t wait for an answer. He pulled me along toward the east side of the yard, where the forest encroached. I followed unwillingly, trying to think through the panic. It was what I wanted, I reminded myself. The chance to talk it all through. So why was the panic choking me?

We’d gone only a few steps into the trees when he stopped. We were barely on the trail—I could still see the house.

Some walk.

Edward leaned against a tree and stared at me, his expression unreadable.

“Okay, let’s talk,” I said. It sounded braver than it felt.

He took a deep breath.

“Bella, we’re leaving.”

I took a deep breath, too. This was an acceptable option. I thought I was prepared. But I still had to ask.

“Why now? Another year—”

“Bella, it’s time. How much longer could we stay in Forks, after all? Carlisle can barely pass for thirty, and he’s claiming thirty-three now. We’d have to start over soon regardless.”

"And they're starting to question why a records search for 'Dr. Carlisle Cullen' brings up him practicing medicine for 75 straight years."

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His answer confused me. I thought the point of leaving was to let his family live in peace. Why did we have to leave if they were going? I stared at him, trying to understand what he meant.

He stared back coldly.

With a roll of nausea, I realized I’d misunderstood.

“When you say we—,” I whispered.

“I mean my family and myself.” Each word separate and distinct.

I shook my head back and forth mechanically, trying to clear it. He waited without any sign of impatience. It took a few minutes before I could speak.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll come with you.”

“You can’t, Bella. Where we’re going… It’s not the right place for you.”

Finland?

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“Where you are is the right place for me.”

“I’m no good for you, Bella.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” I wanted to sound angry, but it just sounded like I was begging. “You’re the very best part of my life.”

“My world is not for you,” he said grimly.

“What happened with Jasper—that was nothing, Edward! Nothing!”

“You’re right,” he agreed. “It was exactly what was to be expected.”

Yeah, he's got a point.

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“You promised! In Phoenix, you promised that you would stay—”

“As long as that was best for you,” he interrupted to correct me.

“No! This is about my soul, isn’t it?” I shouted, furious, the words exploding out of me—somehow it still sounded like a plea. “Carlisle told me about that, and I don’t care, Edward. I don’t care! You can have my soul. I don’t want it without you—it’s yours already!”

He took a deep breath and stared, unseeingly, at the ground for a long moment. His mouth twisted the tiniest bit. When he finally looked up, his eyes were different, harder—like the liquid gold had frozen solid.

“Bella, I don’t want you to come with me.” He spoke the words slowly and precisely, his cold eyes on my face, watching as I absorbed what he was really saying.

There was a pause as I repeated the words in my head a few times, sifting through them for their real intent.

“You… don’t… want me?” I tried out the words, confused by the way they sounded, placed in that order.

“No.”

Edward really has remained 17 years old for almost a century, hasn't he?

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I stared, uncomprehending, into his eyes. He stared back without apology. His eyes were like topaz—hard and clear and very deep. I felt like I could see into them for miles and miles, yet nowhere in their bottomless depths could I see a contradiction to the word he’d spoken.

“Well, that changes things.” I was surprised by how calm and reasonable my voice sounded. It must be because I was so numb. I couldn’t realize what he was telling me. It still didn’t make any sense.

He looked away into the trees as he spoke again. “Of course, I’ll always love you… in a way. But what happened the other night made me realize that it’s time for a change. Because I’m… tired of pretending to be something I’m not, Bella. I am not human.” He looked back, and the icy planes of his perfect face were not human. “I’ve let this go on much too long, and I’m sorry for that.”

Maybe this is how the first book should have ended instead.

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“Don’t.” My voice was just a whisper now; awareness was beginning to seep through me, trickling like acid through my veins. “Don’t do this.”

He just stared at me, and I could see from his eyes that my words were far too late. He already had.

“You’re not good for me, Bella.” He turned his earlier words around, and so I had no argument. How well I knew that I wasn’t good enough for him.

Not "good enough", Bella. Just good.

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I opened my mouth to say something, and then closed it again. He waited patiently, his face wiped clean of all emotion. I tried again.

“If… that’s what you want.” He nodded once. My whole body went numb. I couldn’t feel anything below the neck.

“I would like to ask one favor, though, if that’s not too much,” he said.

I wonder what he saw on my face, because something flickered across his own face in response. But, before I could identify it, he’d composed his features into the same serene mask.

“Anything,” I vowed, my voice faintly stronger.

As I watched, his frozen eyes melted. The gold became liquid again, molten, burning down into mine with an intensity that was overwhelming.

“Don’t do anything reckless or stupid,” he ordered, no longer detached. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

She does not!

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I nodded helplessly.

His eyes cooled, the distance returned. “I’m thinking of Charlie, of course. He needs you. Take care of yourself—for him.”

I nodded again. “I will,” I whispered.

He seemed to relax just a little.

“And I’ll make you a promise in return,” he said. “I promise that this will be the last time you’ll see me. I won’t come back. I won’t put you through anything like this again. You can go on with your life without any more interference from me. It will be as if I’d never existed.”

Because that's the healthiest way to break up with someone!

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My knees must have started to shake, because the trees were suddenly wobbling. I could hear the blood pounding faster than normal behind my ears. His voice sounded farther away.

He smiled gently. “Don’t worry. You’re human—your memory is no more than a sieve. Time heals all wounds for your kind.”

“And your memories?” I asked. It sounded like there was something stuck in my throat, like I was choking.

“Well”—he hesitated for a short second—“I won’t forget. But my kind… we’re very easily distracted.” He smiled; the smile was tranquil and it did not touch his eyes.

So I guess Edward only needs to commit suicide if Bella is dead, not if she's just miserable on the other side of the world?

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He took a step away from me. “That’s everything, I suppose. We won’t bother you again.”

The plural caught my attention. That surprised me; I would have thought I was beyond noticing anything.

“Alice isn’t coming back,” I realized. I don’t know how he heard me—the words made no sound—but he seemed to understand.

He shook his head slowly, always watching my face.

“No. They’re all gone. I stayed behind to tell you goodbye.”

“Alice is gone?” My voice was blank with disbelief.

“She wanted to say goodbye, but I convinced her that a clean break would be better for you.”

You saw this coming. She was hyperventilating as soon as she thought a breakup could occur. You have picked the exact worst way to conduct this.

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I was dizzy; it was hard to concentrate. His words swirled around in my head, and I heard the doctor at the hospital in Phoenix, last spring, as he showed me the X-rays. You can see it’s a clean break, his finger traced along the picture of my severed bone. That’s good. It will heal more easily, more quickly.

I tried to breathe normally. I needed to concentrate, to find a way out of this nightmare.

“Goodbye, Bella,” he said in the same quiet, peaceful voice.

“Wait!” I choked out the word, reaching for him, willing my deadened legs to carry me forward.

I thought he was reaching for me, too. But his cold hands locked around my wrists and pinned them to my sides. He leaned down, and pressed his lips very lightly to my forehead for the briefest instant. My eyes closed.

“Take care of yourself,” he breathed, cool against my skin.

There was a light, unnatural breeze. My eyes flashed open. The leaves on a small vine maple shuddered with the gentle wind of his passage.

He was gone.

As before, I'll be cutting this update in half.

The_White_Crane
May 10, 2008

chitoryu12 posted:

Is this the first swear in the entire series? I think it is!

It always catches me by surprise when I'm reminded that Americans consider "hell" a swear word.

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chitoryu12
Apr 24, 2014

The_White_Crane posted:

It always catches me by surprise when I'm reminded that Americans consider "hell" a swear word.

Mormons, so...

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