*by Stephenie Meyer*
TWILIGHT - chapter 9 - THEORY
He was silent, staring straight ahead again. His face was bleak and cold.
"You're angry," I sighed. "I shouldn't have detto anything."
"No," he said, but his tone was as hard as his face. "I'd rather know what you're thinking - even if what you're thinking is insane."
"So I'm wrong again?" I chalenged.
"That's not what I was referring to. 'It doesn't matter'!" he quoted, gritting his teeth together.
"I'm right?" I gasped.
"Does it matter?"
I took a deep breath.
"Not really." I paused. "But I am curious." My voice, at least, was composed.
He was suddenly resigned. "What are te curious about?"
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen," he answered promptly.
"And how long have te been seventeen?"
His lips twitched as he stared at the road. "A while," he admitted at last.
"Okay." I smiled, pleased that he was still being honest with me. He stared down at me with watchful eyes, much as he had before, when he was worried I would go into shock. I smiled wider in encouragement, and he frowned.
"Don't laugh - but how can te come out during the daytime?"
He laughed anyway. "Myth."
"Burned da the sunlight?"
"Myth."
"Sleeping in coffins?"
"Myth." He hesitated for a moment, and a peculiar tone entered his voice. "I can't sleep."
It took me a minuto to absorb that. "At all?"
"Never," he said, his voice nearly inaudible. He turned to look at me with a wistful expression. The golden eyes held mine, and I Lost my train of thought. I stared at him until he looked away.
"You haven't asked me the most important domanda yet." His voice was hard now, and when he looked at me again his eyes were cold.
I blinked, still dazed. "Which one is that?"
"You aren't concerned about my diet?" he asked sarcastically.
"Oh," I muttered, "that."
"Yes, that." His voice was bleak. "Don't te want to know if I drink blood?"
I flinched. "Well, Jacob detto something about that."
"What did Jacob say?" he asked flatly.
"He detto te didn't... hunt people. He detto your family wasn't supposed to be dangerous because te only hunted animals."
"He detto we weren't dangerous?" His voice was deeply skeptical.
"Not exactly. He detto te weren't supposed to be dangerous. But the Quileutes still didn't want te on their land, just in case."
He looked forward, but I couldn't tell if he was watching the road o not.
"So he was right? About not hunting people?" I tried to keep my voice as even as possible.
"The Quileutes have a long memory," he whispered.
I took it as a confirmation.
"Don't let that make te complacent, though," he warned me. "They're right to keep their distance from us. We are still dangerous."
"I don't understand."
"We try," he explained slowly. "We're usually very good at what we do. Sometimes we make mistakes. Me, for example, allowing myself to be alone with you."
"This is a mistake?" I heard the sadness in my voice, but I didn't know if he could as well.
"A very dangerous one," he murmured.
We were both silent then. I watched the headlights twist with the curves of the road. They moved too fast; it didn't look real, it looked like a video game. I was aware of the time slipping away so quickly, like the black road beneath us, and I was hideously afraid that I would never have another chance to be with him like this again - openly, the walls between us gone for once. His words hinted at an end, and I recoiled from the idea. I couldn't waste one minuto I had with him.
"Tell me more," I asked desperately, not caring what he said, just so I could hear his voice again.
He looked at me quickly, startled da the change in my tone. "What più do te want to know?"
"Tell me why te hunt animali instead of people," I suggested, my voice still tinged with desparation. I realized my eyes were wet, and I fought against the grief that was trying to overpower me.
"I don't want to be a monster." His voice was very low.
"But animali aren't enough?"
He paused. "I can't be sure, of course, but I'd compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, our little inside joke. It doesn't completely satiate the hunger - o rather thirst. But it keeps us strong enough to resist. Most of the time." His tone turned ominous. "Sometimes it's più difficult than others."
"Is it very difficult for te now?" I asked.
He sighed. "Yes."
"But you're not hungry now," I detto confidently - stating, not asking.
"Why do te think that?"
"Your eyes. I told te I had a theory. I've noticed that people - men in particular - are crabbier when they're hungry."
He chuckled. "You are observant, aren't you?"
I didn't answer; I just listened to the sound of his laugh, committing it to memory.
"Were te hunting this weekend, with Emmett?" I asked when it was quiet again.
"Yes." He paused for a second, as if deciding whether o not to say something. "I didn't want to leave, but it was necessary. It's a bit easier to be around te when I'm not thirsty."
"Why didn't te want to leave?"
"It makes me... anxious... to be away from you." His eyes were gentle but intense, and they seemed to be making my Bones turn soft. "I wasn't joking when I asked te to try not to fall in the ocean o get run over last Thursday. I was distraced all weekend, worrying about you. And after what happened tonight, I surprised that te did make it through a whole weekend unscathed." He shook his head, and then seemed to remember something. "Well, not totally unscathed."
"What?"
"Your hands," he reminded me. I looked down at my palms, at the almost-healed scrapes across the heals of my hands. His eyes missed nothing.
"I fell," I sighed.
"That's what I thought." His lips curved up at the corners. "I suppose, being you, it could have been much worse - and that possibility tormented me the entire time I was away. It was a very long three days. I really got on Emmett's nerves." He smiled ruefully at me.
"Three days? Didn't te just get back today?"
"No, we got back Sunday."
"Then why weren't any of te in school?" I was frustrated, almost angry as I thought of how much disappointment I had suffered because of his absence.
"Well, te asked if the sun hurt me, and it doesn't. But I can't go out in the sunlight - at least, not where anyone can see."
"Why?"
"I'll mostra te sometime," he promised.
I thought about it for a moment.
"You might have called me," I decided.
He was puzzled. "But I knew te were safe."
"But I didn't know where you were. I - " I hesitated, dropping my eyes.
"What?" His velvety voice was compelling.
"I didn't like it. Not seeing you. It made me anxious, too." I blushed to be saying this out loud.
He was quiet. I glanced up, apprehensive, and saw that his expression was pained.
"Ah," he groaned quietly. "This is wrong."
I couldn't understand his response. "What did I say?"
"Don't te see, Bella. It's one thing for me to make myself miserable, but a wholly other thing for te to be so involved." He turned his anguished eyes to the road, his words flowing almost too fast for me to understand. "I don't want to hear that te feel that way." His voice was low but urgent. His words cut me. "It's wrong. It's not safe. I'm dangerous, Bella - please, grasp that."
"No," I tried very hard not to look like a sulky child.
"I'm serious," he growled.
"So am I. I told you, it doesn't matter what te are, It's too late."
His voice whipped out, loud harsh. "Never say that."
I bit my lip and was glad he couldn't know how much that hurt. I stared out at the road. We must be close now. He was driving much too fast.
"What are te thinking?" he asked, his voice still raw. I just shook my head, not sure if I could speak. I could feel his gaze on my face, but I kept my eyes forward.
"Are te crying?" He sounded appalled. I hadn't realized the moisture in my eyes had brimmed over. I quickly rubbed my hand across my cheek, and sure enough, traitor tears were there, betraying me.
"No," I said, but my voice cracked.
I saw him reach for me hesitantly with his right hand, but then he stopped and placed it slowly back on the steering wheel.
"I'm sorry." His voice burned with regret. I knew he wasn't just apologizing for the words that had upset me.
The darkness slipped da us in silence.
"Tell me something," he asked after another minute, and I could hear him struggle to use a lighter tone.
"Yes?"
"What were te thinking tonight, just before I came around the corner? I couldn't understand your expression - te didn't look that scared, te looked like te were concentrating very hard on something."
"I was trying to remember how to incapacitate an attacker - te know, self-defense. I was going to smash his nose into his brain." I thought of the dark-haired man with a surge of hate.
"You were going to fight them?" This upset him. "Didn't te think about running?"
"I fall down a lot when I run," I admitted.
"What about screaming for help?"
"I was getting to that part."
He shook his head. "You were right - I'm definitely fighting fate trying to keep te alive."
I sighed. We were slowing, passing into the boundaries of Forks. It had taken less than twenty minutes.
"Will I see te tomorrow?" I demanded.
"Yes - I have a paper due, too." He smiled. "I'll save te a sede, sedile at lunch."
It was silly, after everything we'd been through tonight, how that little promise sent flutters through my stomach, and made me unable to speak.
TWILIGHT - chapter 9 - THEORY
He was silent, staring straight ahead again. His face was bleak and cold.
"You're angry," I sighed. "I shouldn't have detto anything."
"No," he said, but his tone was as hard as his face. "I'd rather know what you're thinking - even if what you're thinking is insane."
"So I'm wrong again?" I chalenged.
"That's not what I was referring to. 'It doesn't matter'!" he quoted, gritting his teeth together.
"I'm right?" I gasped.
"Does it matter?"
I took a deep breath.
"Not really." I paused. "But I am curious." My voice, at least, was composed.
He was suddenly resigned. "What are te curious about?"
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen," he answered promptly.
"And how long have te been seventeen?"
His lips twitched as he stared at the road. "A while," he admitted at last.
"Okay." I smiled, pleased that he was still being honest with me. He stared down at me with watchful eyes, much as he had before, when he was worried I would go into shock. I smiled wider in encouragement, and he frowned.
"Don't laugh - but how can te come out during the daytime?"
He laughed anyway. "Myth."
"Burned da the sunlight?"
"Myth."
"Sleeping in coffins?"
"Myth." He hesitated for a moment, and a peculiar tone entered his voice. "I can't sleep."
It took me a minuto to absorb that. "At all?"
"Never," he said, his voice nearly inaudible. He turned to look at me with a wistful expression. The golden eyes held mine, and I Lost my train of thought. I stared at him until he looked away.
"You haven't asked me the most important domanda yet." His voice was hard now, and when he looked at me again his eyes were cold.
I blinked, still dazed. "Which one is that?"
"You aren't concerned about my diet?" he asked sarcastically.
"Oh," I muttered, "that."
"Yes, that." His voice was bleak. "Don't te want to know if I drink blood?"
I flinched. "Well, Jacob detto something about that."
"What did Jacob say?" he asked flatly.
"He detto te didn't... hunt people. He detto your family wasn't supposed to be dangerous because te only hunted animals."
"He detto we weren't dangerous?" His voice was deeply skeptical.
"Not exactly. He detto te weren't supposed to be dangerous. But the Quileutes still didn't want te on their land, just in case."
He looked forward, but I couldn't tell if he was watching the road o not.
"So he was right? About not hunting people?" I tried to keep my voice as even as possible.
"The Quileutes have a long memory," he whispered.
I took it as a confirmation.
"Don't let that make te complacent, though," he warned me. "They're right to keep their distance from us. We are still dangerous."
"I don't understand."
"We try," he explained slowly. "We're usually very good at what we do. Sometimes we make mistakes. Me, for example, allowing myself to be alone with you."
"This is a mistake?" I heard the sadness in my voice, but I didn't know if he could as well.
"A very dangerous one," he murmured.
We were both silent then. I watched the headlights twist with the curves of the road. They moved too fast; it didn't look real, it looked like a video game. I was aware of the time slipping away so quickly, like the black road beneath us, and I was hideously afraid that I would never have another chance to be with him like this again - openly, the walls between us gone for once. His words hinted at an end, and I recoiled from the idea. I couldn't waste one minuto I had with him.
"Tell me more," I asked desperately, not caring what he said, just so I could hear his voice again.
He looked at me quickly, startled da the change in my tone. "What più do te want to know?"
"Tell me why te hunt animali instead of people," I suggested, my voice still tinged with desparation. I realized my eyes were wet, and I fought against the grief that was trying to overpower me.
"I don't want to be a monster." His voice was very low.
"But animali aren't enough?"
He paused. "I can't be sure, of course, but I'd compare it to living on tofu and soy milk; we call ourselves vegetarians, our little inside joke. It doesn't completely satiate the hunger - o rather thirst. But it keeps us strong enough to resist. Most of the time." His tone turned ominous. "Sometimes it's più difficult than others."
"Is it very difficult for te now?" I asked.
He sighed. "Yes."
"But you're not hungry now," I detto confidently - stating, not asking.
"Why do te think that?"
"Your eyes. I told te I had a theory. I've noticed that people - men in particular - are crabbier when they're hungry."
He chuckled. "You are observant, aren't you?"
I didn't answer; I just listened to the sound of his laugh, committing it to memory.
"Were te hunting this weekend, with Emmett?" I asked when it was quiet again.
"Yes." He paused for a second, as if deciding whether o not to say something. "I didn't want to leave, but it was necessary. It's a bit easier to be around te when I'm not thirsty."
"Why didn't te want to leave?"
"It makes me... anxious... to be away from you." His eyes were gentle but intense, and they seemed to be making my Bones turn soft. "I wasn't joking when I asked te to try not to fall in the ocean o get run over last Thursday. I was distraced all weekend, worrying about you. And after what happened tonight, I surprised that te did make it through a whole weekend unscathed." He shook his head, and then seemed to remember something. "Well, not totally unscathed."
"What?"
"Your hands," he reminded me. I looked down at my palms, at the almost-healed scrapes across the heals of my hands. His eyes missed nothing.
"I fell," I sighed.
"That's what I thought." His lips curved up at the corners. "I suppose, being you, it could have been much worse - and that possibility tormented me the entire time I was away. It was a very long three days. I really got on Emmett's nerves." He smiled ruefully at me.
"Three days? Didn't te just get back today?"
"No, we got back Sunday."
"Then why weren't any of te in school?" I was frustrated, almost angry as I thought of how much disappointment I had suffered because of his absence.
"Well, te asked if the sun hurt me, and it doesn't. But I can't go out in the sunlight - at least, not where anyone can see."
"Why?"
"I'll mostra te sometime," he promised.
I thought about it for a moment.
"You might have called me," I decided.
He was puzzled. "But I knew te were safe."
"But I didn't know where you were. I - " I hesitated, dropping my eyes.
"What?" His velvety voice was compelling.
"I didn't like it. Not seeing you. It made me anxious, too." I blushed to be saying this out loud.
He was quiet. I glanced up, apprehensive, and saw that his expression was pained.
"Ah," he groaned quietly. "This is wrong."
I couldn't understand his response. "What did I say?"
"Don't te see, Bella. It's one thing for me to make myself miserable, but a wholly other thing for te to be so involved." He turned his anguished eyes to the road, his words flowing almost too fast for me to understand. "I don't want to hear that te feel that way." His voice was low but urgent. His words cut me. "It's wrong. It's not safe. I'm dangerous, Bella - please, grasp that."
"No," I tried very hard not to look like a sulky child.
"I'm serious," he growled.
"So am I. I told you, it doesn't matter what te are, It's too late."
His voice whipped out, loud harsh. "Never say that."
I bit my lip and was glad he couldn't know how much that hurt. I stared out at the road. We must be close now. He was driving much too fast.
"What are te thinking?" he asked, his voice still raw. I just shook my head, not sure if I could speak. I could feel his gaze on my face, but I kept my eyes forward.
"Are te crying?" He sounded appalled. I hadn't realized the moisture in my eyes had brimmed over. I quickly rubbed my hand across my cheek, and sure enough, traitor tears were there, betraying me.
"No," I said, but my voice cracked.
I saw him reach for me hesitantly with his right hand, but then he stopped and placed it slowly back on the steering wheel.
"I'm sorry." His voice burned with regret. I knew he wasn't just apologizing for the words that had upset me.
The darkness slipped da us in silence.
"Tell me something," he asked after another minute, and I could hear him struggle to use a lighter tone.
"Yes?"
"What were te thinking tonight, just before I came around the corner? I couldn't understand your expression - te didn't look that scared, te looked like te were concentrating very hard on something."
"I was trying to remember how to incapacitate an attacker - te know, self-defense. I was going to smash his nose into his brain." I thought of the dark-haired man with a surge of hate.
"You were going to fight them?" This upset him. "Didn't te think about running?"
"I fall down a lot when I run," I admitted.
"What about screaming for help?"
"I was getting to that part."
He shook his head. "You were right - I'm definitely fighting fate trying to keep te alive."
I sighed. We were slowing, passing into the boundaries of Forks. It had taken less than twenty minutes.
"Will I see te tomorrow?" I demanded.
"Yes - I have a paper due, too." He smiled. "I'll save te a sede, sedile at lunch."
It was silly, after everything we'd been through tonight, how that little promise sent flutters through my stomach, and made me unable to speak.
Just got word that...
The Twilight stella, star has signed on to make an appearance at Spike TV's Scream 2010 awards at L.A.'s Greek Theater. (Show tapes Oct. 16 and then airs three days later.)
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No word yet if Robert Pattinson will be joining her, but with Eclipse up for six awards, ya never know. The lineup already includes True Blood stars Alexander Skarsgård, Sam Trammell, Rutina Wesley and Kristen Bauer and muscled-up Thor stella, star Chris Hemsworth.
David Arquette will present never-before-seen footage from Scream 4 with costars Neve Campbell, Emma Roberts and Hayden Panettiere.
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According to reports on sites like Glamour UK, the Twilight stella, star and Emma Watson “are to get steamy in a lusty new art-house flick” called Dark Arc, the remake of a 2004 release.
Casey Affleck is supposedly in discussions to complete the film’s “love triangle” connecting an artist, a graphic designer and their muse.
However, the growing speculation online is not correct.
Pattinson is not involved.
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madapanda's favourite character: Edward
Okay! It’s my first giorno of high school, so I have to make a good impression! I thought to myself as I walked into my new high school but, as I walked in everyone turned. Their expressions like I had something on my shirt, I looked down no nothing there. Then I realised it was a sunny day. On a sunny giorno my skin glinted like diamonds, not as beautiful as my family but, it still made everyone stare. Oh well1 they will just have to get used to it!
Just then a girl came up to me. “hi, im kirsty!” she detto in a slightly stunned voice. I replied quickly “hello I am renesme!”
Kirsty told me about herself and she told me that it was also her first giorno at this high school. Me and kirsty became Friends quickly and turns out that she knows about Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. and were wolves, for her auntie is Emily (sam’s Emily.)
Just then a girl came up to me. “hi, im kirsty!” she detto in a slightly stunned voice. I replied quickly “hello I am renesme!”
Kirsty told me about herself and she told me that it was also her first giorno at this high school. Me and kirsty became Friends quickly and turns out that she knows about Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. and were wolves, for her auntie is Emily (sam’s Emily.)
