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When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end.
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I guess he considered me old enough now not to shoot myself by accident, and not depressed enough to shoot myself on purpose.
my league and his league were spheres that did not touch.
“I said it would be better if we weren’t friends, not that I didn’t want to be.”
“I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.”
“Aren’t you hungry?” he asked, distracted. “No.” I didn’t feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full—of butterflies.
So few questions had been answered in comparison to how many new questions had been raised.
I hated using the Internet here. My modem was sadly outdated, my free service substandard; just dialing up took so long that I decided to go get myself a bowl of cereal while I waited.
Throughout the vast shadowy world of ghosts and demons there is no figure so terrible, no figure so dreaded and abhorred, yet dight with such fearful fascination, as the vampire, who is himself neither ghost nor demon, but yet who partakes the dark natures and possesses the mysterious and terrible qualities of both. —Rev. Montague Summers
It seemed that most vampire myths centered around beautiful women as demons and children as victims; they also seemed like constructs created to explain away the high mortality rates for young children, and to give men an excuse for infidelity.
Speed, strength, beauty, pale skin, eyes that shift color; and then Jacob’s criteria: blood drinkers, enemies of the werewolf, cold-skinned, and immortal.
If Edward was a vampire—I could hardly make myself think the words—then what should I do?
even as he called to me with sharp-edged fangs, I feared for him.
Because when I thought of him, of his voice, his hypnotic eyes, the magnetic force of his personality, I wanted nothing more than to be with him right now. Even if… but I couldn’t think it.
Making decisions was the painful part for me, the part I agonized over. But once the decision was made, I simply followed through—usually with relief that the choice was made.
I should be afraid—I knew I should be, but I couldn’t feel the right kind of fear.
I realized then that I wasn’t being followed. I was being herded.
“I was wrong about you on one other thing, as well. You’re not a magnet for accidents—that’s not a broad enough classification. You are a magnet for trouble. If there is anything dangerous within a ten-mile radius, it will invariably find you.”
“I’ve never tried to keep a specific person alive before, and it’s much more troublesome than I would have believed. But that’s probably just because it’s you. Ordinary people seem to make it through the day without so many catastrophes.”
“Your number was up the first time I met you.”
Like your thoughts are on the AM frequency and I’m only getting FM.”
“You were right—I’m definitely fighting fate trying to keep you alive.”
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.
“Do my questions bother you?” I asked, relieved. “Not as much as your reactions do.”
The vampire who wanted to be good—who ran around saving people’s lives so he wouldn’t be a monster…
I don’t know how to read minds—but sometimes it seems like you’re trying to say goodbye when you’re saying something else.”
“Trust me just this once—you are the opposite of ordinary.”
“Are you referring to the fact that you can’t walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over?”
“Of all the things about me that could frighten you, you worry about my driving.”
If you’ve ever seen a bear attack on television, you should be able to visualize Emmett hunting.”
His skin was as icy as ever, but the trail his fingers left on my skin was alarmingly warm—like I’d been burned, but didn’t feel the pain of it yet.
Was I supposed to know that they knew that I knew, or not?
I sympathized with him. It must be a hard thing, to be a father; living in fear that your daughter would meet a boy she liked, but also having to worry if she didn’t.
“I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.”
The meadow was small, perfectly round, and filled with wildflowers—violet, yellow, and soft white.
“I’m the world’s best predator, aren’t I? Everything about me invites you in—my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!”
“Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.”
“To me, it was like you were some kind of demon, summoned straight from my own personal hell to ruin me. The fragrance coming off your skin… I thought it would make me deranged that first day. In that one hour, I thought of a hundred different ways to lure you from the room with me, to get you alone. And I fought them each back, thinking of my family, what I could do to them. I had to run out, to get away before I could speak the words that would make you follow.…”
“You would have come,” he promised. I tried to speak calmly. “Without a doubt.”
“You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.”
“I’m here… which, roughly translated, means I would rather die than stay away from you.”
“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.”
“Bella, I’ve already expended a great deal of personal effort at this point to keep you alive. I’m not about to let you behind the wheel of a vehicle when you can’t even walk straight. Besides, friends don’t let friends drive drunk,” he quoted with a chuckle. I could smell the unbearably sweet fragrance coming off his chest. “Drunk?” I objected. “You’re intoxicated by my very presence.”
I was alone. That was why he chose me. In all the chaos of the epidemic, no one would ever realize I was gone.”
“Don’t be self-conscious,” he whispered in my ear. “If I could dream at all, it would be about you. And I’m not ashamed of it.”
“For almost ninety years I’ve walked among my kind, and yours… all the time thinking I was complete in myself, not realizing what I was seeking. And not finding anything, because you weren’t alive yet.”
“I love you,” I whispered. “You are my life now,” he answered simply.
“Carlisle was born in London, in the sixteen-forties,
“You don’t have to breathe?” I demanded. “No, it’s not necessary. Just a habit.” He shrugged.
