Twilight (Twilight, #1)

by Stephenie Meyer

Stregoni benefici: An Italian vampire, said to be on the side of goodness, and a mortal enemy of all evil vampires.

I thought this happened in the forest

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was part of him—and I didn’t know how potent that part might be—that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

Iconic

Again, the fabric clung to his perfectly muscled chest.

okay but where was this in the film? rpatz ily but you aint that

“She wants to know if we’re secretly dating. And she wants to know how you feel about me,” he finally said. “Yikes. What should I say?” I tried to keep my expression very innocent. People were passing us on their way to class, probably staring, but I was barely aware of them. “Hmmm.” He paused to catch a stray lock of hair that was escaping the twist on my neck and wound it back into place. My heart spluttered hyperactively. “I suppose you could say yes to the first . . . if you don’t mind—it’s easier than any other explanation.”

ooop!

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t see you behind the wheel, Jake,” he said disapprovingly. “We get permits early on the rez,” Jacob said while I unlocked the door and flicked on the porch light. “Sure you do,” Charlie laughed. “I have to get around somehow.” I recognized Billy’s resonant voice easily,

right okay this clears up the queiry of whether BB has an adapted vehicle in the film

The latter instinct proved correct—my truck sat in the same space he’d parked his Volvo in this morning. I shook my head, incredulous, as I opened the unlocked door and saw the key in the ignition.

i need to know the logistics of this. how did he get in the house? find the key? did he leave the volvo at bellas and drive the truck to school? how did he keep the parking space? did someone else get the truck whilst edwards car saved the space? surely someone would've seen him drive the truck? how did he lock bellas house? did she give him a doorkey?

“And

And so the lion fell in love with the lamb . . .” he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. “What a stupid lamb,” I sighed. “What a sick, masochistic lion.”

“I thought you couldn’t read my mind.” “It’s getting clearer.”

is this bella dropping her shield? why is there no mention of this in the film

And then his cold, marble lips pressed very softly against mine.

bro the girl is recovering from shock, give her a minute before you make her head spin again

tolerable.

TOLERABLE?!

“Regardless,” he finally murmured, “I have better reflexes.”

BARK BARK BARK

Sometimes they live separately from us, as a married couple.

so they are married

“And Alice came from another family, like Jasper?” “No, and that is a mystery. Alice doesn’t remember her human life at all. And she doesn’t know who created her. She awoke alone. Whoever made her walked away, and none of us understand why, or how, he could. If she hadn’t had that other sense, if she hadn’t seen Jasper and Carlisle and known that she would someday become one of us, she probably would have turned into a total savage.”

“So if you don’t want to sleep . . .” he suggested, ignoring my tone. My breath caught. “If I don’t want to sleep . . .?” He chuckled. “What do you want to do then?” I couldn’t answer at first. “I’m not sure,” I finally said. “Tell me when you decide.”

this triggered flashbacks to my teen years and stuck up fuckboys

“You said that Rosalie and Emmett will get married soon . . . Is that . . . marriage . . . the same as it is for humans?”

you're telling me we were stripped of a R+E wedding in the film? </3

his head slowly and touched his cool lips to mine for the second time, very carefully, parting them slightly. And then I collapsed. “Bella?” His voice was alarmed as he caught me and held me up. “You . . . made . . . me . . . faint,” I accused him dizzily.

she needs her iron levels checking

The house was timeless, graceful, and probably a hundred years old. It was painted a soft, faded white, three stories tall, rectangular and well proportioned. The windows and doors were either part of the original structure or a perfect restoration.

bro how did this end up being a modern af glass heap

I realized there were tears in my eyes. I dabbed at them, embarrassed. He touched the corner of my eye, trapping one I missed. He lifted his finger, examining the drop of moisture broodingly. Then, so quickly I couldn’t be positive that he really did, he put his finger to his mouth to taste it. I looked at him questioningly, and he gazed back for a long moment before he finally smiled.

WHAT

“He just celebrated his three hundred and sixty-second birthday,”

“Carlisle was born in London, in the sixteen-forties, he believes. Time wasn’t marked as accurately then, for the common people anyway. It was just before Cromwell’s rule, though.”

“He was the only son of an Anglican pastor. His mother died giving birth to him. His father was an intolerant man. As the Protestants came into power, he was enthusiastic in his persecution of Roman Catholics and other religions. He also believed very strongly in the reality of evil. He led hunts for witches, werewolves . . . and vampires.”

Carlisle thinks he was too hungry, so he turned and attacked. He fell on Carlisle first, but the others were close behind, and he turned to defend himself. He killed two men, and made off with a third, leaving Carlisle bleeding in the street.”

“Carlisle knew what his father would do. The bodies would be burned—anything infected by the monster must be destroyed. Carlisle acted instinctively to save his own life. He crawled away from the alley while the mob followed the fiend and his victim. He hid in a cellar, buried himself in rotting potatoes for three days. It’s a miracle he was able to keep silent, to stay undiscovered.

Carlisle swam to France, and continued on through Europe, to the universities there. By night he studied music, science, medicine—and found his calling, his penance, in that, in saving human lives.”

it took Carlisle two centuries of torturous effort to perfect his self-control. Now he is all but immune to the scent of human blood, and he is able to do the work he loves without agony.

Aro, Marcus, Caius,”

foreshadowwwwwwww

“Now,” he breathed, and just his smell disturbed my thought processes, “what exactly are you worrying about?” “Well, um, hitting a tree”—I gulped—“and dying. And then getting sick.” He fought back a smile. Then he bent his head down and touched his cold lips softly to the hollow at the base of my throat. “Are you still worried now?” he murmured against my skin. “Yes.” I struggled to concentrate. “About hitting trees and getting sick.” His nose drew a line up the skin of my throat to the point of my chin. His cold breath tickled my skin. “And now?” His lips whispered against my jaw. “Trees,” I gasped. “Motion sickness.” He lifted his face to kiss my eyelids. “Bella, you don’t really think I would hit a tree, do you?” “No, but I might.” There was no confidence in my voice. He smelled an easy victory. He kissed slowly down my cheek, stopping just at the corner of my mouth. “Would I let a tree hurt you?” His lips barely brushed against my trembling lower lip. “No,” I breathed. I knew there was a second part to my brilliant defense, but I couldn’t quite call it back. “You see,” he said, his lips moving against mine. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, is there?” “No,” I sighed, giving up. Then he took my face in his hands almost roughly, and kissed me in earnest, his unyielding lips moving against mine.

Hot hot hot hot hot

did Edward tell you I had lost a child?” “No,” I murmured, stunned, scrambling to understand what lifetime she was remembering. “Yes, my first and only baby. He died just a few days after he was born, the poor tiny thing,” she sighed. “It broke my heart—that’s why I jumped off the cliff, you know,” she added matter-of-factly.

Alice looked meaningfully at Jasper. A deep, heavy fog of lethargy washed over me, and my eyes closed without my permission. My mind struggled against the fog, realizing what was happening. I forced my eyes open and stood up, stepping away from Jasper’s hand.

oh i didnt realise he was THAT powerful??

The answer was there all along, and I was so afraid Edward would see that and ruin my fun. It happened once, oh, ages ago. The one and only time my prey escaped me. “You see, the vampire who was so stupidly fond of this little victim made the choice that your Edward was too weak to make. When the old one knew I was after his little friend, he stole her from the asylum where he worked—I never will understand the obsession some vampires

seem to form with you humans—and as soon as he freed her he made her safe. She didn’t even seem to notice the pain, poor little creature. She’d been stuck in that black hole of a cell for so long. A hundred years earlier and she would have been burned at the stake for her visions. In the nineteen-twenties it was the asylum and the shock treatments. When she opened her eyes, strong with her fresh youth, it was like she’d never seen the sun before. The old vampire made her a strong new vampire, and there was no reason for me to touch her then.” He sighed. “I destroyed the old one in vengeance.” “Alice,” I breathed, astonished. “Yes, your little friend. I was surprised to see her in the clearing. So I guess her coven ought to be able to derive some comfort from this experience. I get you, but they get her. The one victim who escaped me, quite an honor, actually.

WHAATTTTT

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.

this sooooo should've happened in the film