3 eclipse月食-第33部分

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“I　don’t　think　I’m　wele　anymore；”　I　whispered。　
“Did　you　run　over　someone’s　cat？”　he　asked　lightly。　I　knew　he　didn’t　want　to　force　the　story　out　of　me；　
but　I　could　hear　the　curiosity　burning　behind　his　words。　
“No。”　I　took　a　deep　breath；　and　then　mumbled　quickly　through　the　explanation。　“I　thought　Jacob　would　
have　realized　。　。　。　I　didn’t　think　it　would　surprise　him。”　
Edward　waited　while　I　hesitated。　
“He　wasn’t　expecting　。　。　。　that　it　was　so　soon。”　
“Ah；”　Edward　said　quietly。　
“He　said　he’d　rather　see　me　dead。”　My　voice　broke　on　the　last　word。　
Edward　was　too　still　for　a　moment；　controlling　whatever　reaction　he　didn’t　want　me　to　see。　
Then　he　crushed　me　gently　to　his　chest。　“I’m　so　sorry。”　
“I　thought　you’d　be　glad；”　I　whispered。　
“Glad　over　something　that’s　hurt　you？”　he　murmured　into　my　hair。　“I　don’t　think　so；　Bella。”　
I　sighed　and　relaxed；　fitting　myself　to　the　stone　shape　of　him。　But　he　was　motionless　again；　tense。　
“What’s　wrong？”　I　asked。　
“It’s　nothing。”　
“You　can　tell　me。”　
He　paused　for　a　minute。　“It　might　make　you　angry。”　
“I　still　want　to　know。”　
He　sighed。　“I　could　quite　literally　kill　him　for　saying　that　to　you。　I　want　to。”　
I　laughed　halfheartedly。　“I　guess　it’s　a　good　thing　you’ve　got　so　much　selfcontrol。”　
“I　could　slip。”　His　tone　was　thoughtful。　
“If　you’re　going　to　have　a　lapse　in　control；　I　can　think　of　a　better　place　for　it。”　I　reached　for　his　face；　trying　
to　pull　myself　up　to　kiss　him。　His　arms　held　me　tighter；　restraining。　
He　sighed。　“Must　I　always　be　the　responsible　one？”　
I　grinned　in　the　darkness。　“No。　Let　me　be　in　charge　of　responsibility　for　a　few　minutes　。　。　。　or　hours。”　
“Goodnight；　Bella。”　
“Wait　—　there　was　something　else　I　wanted　to　ask　you　about。”　
“What’s　that？”　
“I　was　talking　to　Rosalie　last　night。　。　。　。”　
His　body　tensed　again。　“Yes。　She　was　thinking　about　that　when　I　got　in。　She　gave　you　quite　a　lot　to　
consider；　didn’t　she？”　
His　voice　was　anxious；　and　I　realized　that　he　thought　I　wanted　to　talk　about　the　reasons　Rosalie’d　given　
me　for　staying　human。　But　I　was　interested　in　something　much　more　pressing。　
“She　told　me　a　little　bit　。　。　。　about　the　time　your　family　lived　in　Denali。”　
There　was　a　short　pause；　this　beginning　took　him　by　surprise。　“Yes？”　
“She　mentioned　something　about　a　bunch　of　female　vampires　。　。　。　and　you。”　
He　didn’t　answer；　though　I　waited　for　a　long　moment。　

“Don’t　worry；”　I　said；　after　the　silence　had　grown　unfortable。　“She　told　me　you　didn’t　。　。　。　show　any　
preference。　But　I　was　just　wondering；　you　know；　if　any　of　them　had。　Shown　a　preference　for　you；　I　mean。”　
Again　he　said　nothing。　
“Which　one？”　I　asked；　trying　to　keep　my　voice　casual；　and　not　quite　managing。　“Or　was　there　more　than　
one？”　
No　answer。　I　wished　I　could　see　his　face；　so　I　could　try　to　guess　what　this　silence　meant。　
“Alice　will　tell　me；”　I　said。　“I’ll　go　ask　her　right　now。”　
His　arms　tightened；　I　was　unable　to　squirm　even　an　inch　away。　
“It’s　late；”　he　said。　His　voice　had　a　little　edge　to　it　that　was　something　new。　Sort　of　nervous；　maybe　a　little　
embarrassed。　“Besides；　I　think　Alice　stepped　out。　。　。　。”　
“It’s　bad；”　I　guessed。　“It’s　really　bad；　isn’t　it？”　I　started　to　panic；　my　heart　accelerating　as　I　imagined　the　
gorgeous　immortal　rival　I’d　never　realized　I　had。　
“Calm　down；　Bella；”　he　said；　kissing　the　tip　of　my　nose。　“You’re　being　absurd。”　
“Am　I？　Then　why　won’t　you　tell　me？”　
“Because　there’s　nothing　to　tell。　You’re　blowing　this　wildly　out　of　proportion。”　
“Which　one？”　I　insisted。　
He　sighed。　“Tanya　expressed　a　little　interest。　I　let　her　know；　in　a　very　courteous；　gentlemanly　fashion；　that　
I　did　not　return　that　interest。　End　of　story。”　
I　kept　my　voice　as　even　as　possible。　“Tell　me　something　—　what　does　Tanya　look　like？”　
“Just　like　the　rest　of　us　—　white　skin；　gold　eyes；”　he　answered　too　quickly。　
“And；　of　course；　extraordinarily　beautiful。”　
I　felt　him　shrug。　
“I　suppose；　to　human　eyes；”　he　said；　indifferent。　“You　know　what；　though？”　
“What？”　My　voice　was　petulant。　
He　put　his　lips　right　to　my　ear；　his　cold　breath　tickled。　“I　prefer　brutes。”　
“She’s　a　blonde。　That　figures。”　
“Strawberry　blonde　—　not　at　all　my　type。”　
I　thought　about　that　for　a　while；　trying　to　concentrate　as　his　lips　moved　slowly　along　my　cheek；　down　my　
throat；　and　back　up　again。　He　made　the　circuit　three　times　before　I　spoke。　
“I　guess　that’s　okay；　then；”　I　decided。　
“Hmm；”　he　whispered　against　my　skin。　“You’re　quite　adorable　when　you’re　jealous。　It’s　surprisingly　
enjoyable。”　
I　scowled　into　the　darkness。　
“It’s　late；”　he　said　again；　murmuring；　almost　crooning　now；　his　voice　smoother　than　silk。　“Sleep；　my　Bella。　
Dream　happy　dreams。　You　are　the　only　one　who　has　ever　touched　my　heart。　It　will　always　be　yours。　Sleep；　
my　only　love。”　
He　started　to　hum　my　lullaby；　and　I　knew　it　was　only　a　matter　of　time　till　I　succumbed；　so　I　closed　my　
eyes　and　snuggled　closer　into　his　chest。　

　　9。　TARGET　


ALICE　DROPPED　ME　OFF　IN　THE　MORNING；　IN　KEEPING　with　the　slumber　party　charade。　It　wouldn’t　be　long　
until　Edward　showed　up；　officially　returning　from　his　“hiking”　trip。　All　of　the　pretenses　were　starting　to　wear　on　
me。　I　wouldn’t　miss　this　part　of　being　human。　
Charlie　peeked　through　the　front　window　when　he　heard　me　slam　the　car　door。　He　waved　to　Alice；　and　
then　went　to　get　the　door　for　me。　
“Did　you　have　fun？”　Charlie　asked。　
“Sure；　it　was　great。　Very　。　。　。　girlie。”　
I　carried　my　stuff　in；　dumped　it　all　at　the　foot　of　the　stairs；　and　wandered　into　the　kitchen　to　look　for　a　
snack。　
“You’ve　got　a　message；”　Charlie　called　after　me。　
On　the　kitchen　counter；　the　phone　message　pad　was　propped　up　conspicuously　against　a　saucepan。　
Jacob　called；　Charlie　had　written。　


　　He　said　he　didn’t　mean　it；　and　that　he’s　sorry。　He　wants　you　to　call　him。　Be　nice　and　give　him　a　
　　break。　He　sounded　upset。　


I　grimaced。　Charlie　didn’t　usually　editorialize　on　my　messages。　
Jacob　could　just　go　ahead　and　be　upset。　I　didn’t　want　to　talk　to　him。　Last　I’d　heard；　they　weren’t　big　on　
allowing　phone　calls　from　the　other　side。　If　Jacob　preferred　me　dead；　then　maybe　he　should　get　used　to　the　
silence。　
My　appetite　evaporated。　I　turned　an　about　face　and　went　to　put　my　things　away。　
“Aren’t　you　going　to　call　Jacob？”　Charlie　asked。　He　was　leaning　around　the　living　room　wall；　watching　me　
pick　up。　
“No。”　
I　started　up　the　stairs。　
“That’s　not　very　attractive　behavior；　Bella；”　he　said。　“Forgiveness　is　divine。”　
“Mind　your　own　business；”　I　muttered　under　my　breath；　much　too　low　for　him　to　hear。　
I　knew　the　laundry　was　building　up；　so　after　I　put　my　toothpaste　away　and　threw　my　dirty　clothes　in　the　
hamper；　I　went　to　strip　Charlie’s　bed。　I　left　his　sheets　in　a　pile　at　the　top　of　the　stairs　and　went　to　get　mine。　
I　paused　beside　the　bed；　cocking　my　head　to　the　side。　
Where　was　my　pillow？　I　turned　in　a　circle；　scanning　the　room。　No　pillow。　I　noticed　that　my　room　looked　
oddly　tidy。　Hadn’t　my　gray　sweatshirt　been　draped　over　the　low　bedpost　on　the　footboard？　And　I　would　
swear　there　had　been　a　pair　of　dirty　socks　behind　the　rocking　chair；　along　with　the　red　blouse　I’d　tried　on　two　
mornings　ago；　but　decided　was　too　dressy　for　school；　hanging　over　the　arm。　。　。　。　I　spun　around　again。　My　
hamper　wasn’t　empty；　but　it　wasn’t　overflowing；　the　way　I　thought　it　had　been。　
Was　Charlie　doing　laundry？　That　was　out　of　character。　
“Dad；　did　you　start　the　wash？”　I　shouted　out　my　door。　
“Um；　no；”　he　shouted　back；　sounding　guilty。　“Did　you　want　me　to？”　
“No；　I　got　it。　Were　you　looking　for　something　in　my　room？”　
“No。　Why？”　
“I　can’t　find　。　。　。　a　shirt。　。　。　。”　
“I　haven’t　been　in　there。”　
And　then　I　remembered　that　Alice　had　been　here　to　get　my　pajamas。　I　hadn’t　noticed　that　she’d　borrowed　
my　pillow；　too　—　probably　since　I’d　avoided　the　bed。　It　looked　like　she　had　cleaned　while　she　was　passing　
through。　I　blushed　for　my　slovenly　ways。　
But　that　red　shirt　really　wasn’t　dirty；　so　I　went　to　save　it　from　the　hamper。　
I　expected　to　find　it　near　the　t