3 eclipse月食-第32部分

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“No；　you’ll　look　smart。　Smart　enough　not　to　get　yourself　hurt。”　He　threw　the　black　thing；　whatever　it　was；　
over　his　arm　and　then　took　my　face　in　his　hands。　“There　are　things　between　my　hands　right　now　that　I　can’t　
live　without。　You　could　take　care　of　them。”　
“Okay；　fine。　What’s　that　other　thing？”　I　asked　suspiciously。　
He　laughed　and　shook　out　some　kind　of　padded　jacket。　“It’s　a　riding　jacket。　I　hear　road　rash　is　quite　
unfortable；　not　that　I　would　know　myself。”　
He　held　it　out　for　me。　With　a　deep　sigh；　I　flipped　my　hair　back　and　stuffed　the　helmet　on　my　head。　Then　I　
shoved　my　arms　through　the　sleeves　of　the　jacket。　He　zipped　me　in；　a　smile　playing　around　the　corners　of　his　
lips；　and　took　a　step　back。　
I　felt　bulky。　
“Be　honest；　how　hideous　do　I　look？”　
He　took　another　step　back　and　pursed　his　lips。　
“That　bad；　huh？”　I　muttered。　
“No；　no；　Bella。　Actually　。　。　。”　he　seemed　to　be　struggling　for　the　right　word。　“You　look　。　。　。　sexy。”　
I　laughed　out　loud。　“Right。”　
“Very　sexy；　really。”　
“You　are　just　saying　that　so　that　I’ll　wear　it；”　I　said。　“But　that’s　okay。　You’re　right；　it’s　smarter。”　
He　wrapped　his　arms　around　me　and　pulled　me　against　his　chest。　“You’re　silly。　I　suppose　that’s　part　of　
your　charm。　Though；　I’ll　admit　it；　this　helmet　does　have　its　drawbacks。”　
And　then　he　pulled　the　helmet　off　so　that　he　could　kiss　me。　


As　Edward　drove　me　toward　La　Push　a　little　while　later；　I　realized　that　this　unprecedented　situation　felt　oddly　
familiar。　It　took　me　a　moment　of　thought　to　pinpoint　the　source　of　the　déjà　vu。　

　“You　know　what　this　reminds　me　of？”　I　asked。　“It’s　just　like　when　I　was　a　kid　and　Renée　would　pass　me　
off　to　Charlie　for　the　summer。　I　feel　like　a　sevenyearold。”　
　Edward　laughed。　
　I　didn’t　mention　it　out　loud；　but　the　biggest　difference　between　the　two　circumstances　was　that　Renée　and　
Charlie　had　been　on　better　terms。　
　About　halfway　to　La　Push；　we　rounded　the　corner　and　found　Jacob　leaning　against　the　side　of　the　red　
Volkswagen　he’d　built　for　himself　out　of　scraps。　Jacob’s　carefully　neutral　expression　dissolved　into　a　smile　
when　I　waved　from　the　front　seat。　
　Edward　parked　the　Volvo　thirty　yards　away。　
　“Call　me　whenever　you’re　ready　to　e　home；”　he　said。　“And　I’ll　be　here。”　
　“I　won’t　be　out　late；”　I　promised。　
　Edward　pulled　the　bike　and　my　new　gear　out　of　the　trunk　of　his　car　—　I’d　been　quite　impressed　that　it　had　
all　fit。　But　it　wasn’t　so　hard　to　manage　when　you　were　strong　enough　to　juggle　fullsized　vans；　let　alone　small　
motorcycles。　
　Jacob　watched；　making　no　move　to　approach；　his　smile　gone　and　his　dark　eyes　indecipherable。　
　I　tucked　the　helmet　under　my　arm　and　threw　the　jacket　across　the　seat。　
　“Do　you　have　it　all？”　Edward　asked。　
　“No　problem；”　I　assured　him。　
　He　sighed　and　leaned　toward　me。　I　turned　my　face　up　for　a　goodbye　peck；　but　Edward　took　me　by　
surprise；　fastening　his　arms　tightly　around　me　and　kissing　me　with　as　much　enthusiasm　as　he　had　in　the　garage　
—　before　long；　I　was　gasping　for　air。　
　Edward　laughed　quietly　at　something；　and　then　let　me　go。　
　“Goodbye；”　he　said。　“I　really　do　like　the　jacket。”　
　As　I　turned　away　from　him；　I　thought　I　saw　a　flash　of　something　in　his　eyes　that　I　wasn’t　supposed　to　see。　
I　couldn’t　tell　for　sure　what　it　was　exactly。　Worry；　maybe。　For　a　second　I　thought　it　was　panic。　But　I　was　
probably　just　making　something　out　of　nothing；　as　usual。　
　I　could　feel　his　eyes　on　my　back　as　I　pushed　my　bike　toward　the　invisible　vampirewerewolf　treaty　line　to　
meet　Jacob。　
　“What’s　all　that？”　Jacob　called　to　me；　his　voice　wary；　scrutinizing　the　motorcycle　with　an　enigmatic　
expression。　
　“I　thought　I　should　put　this　back　where　it　belongs；”　I　told　him。　
　He　pondered　that　for　one　short　second；　and　then　his　wide　smile　stretched　across　his　face。　
　I　knew　the　exact　point　that　I　was　in　werewolf　territory　because　Jacob　shoved　away　from　his　car　and　loped　
quickly　over　to　me；　closing　the　distance　in　three　long　strides。　He　took　the　bike　from　me；　balanced　it　on　the　
kickstand；　and　grabbed　me　up　in　another　vicetight　hug。　
　I　heard　the　Volvo’s　engine　growl；　and　I　struggled　to　get　free。　
　“Cut　it　out；　Jake！”　I　gasped　breathlessly。　
　He　laughed　and　set　me　down。　I　turned　to　wave　goodbye；　but　the　silver　car　was　already　disappearing　
around　the　curve　in　the　road。　
　“Nice；”　I　mented；　allowing　some　acid　to　leak　into　my　voice。　
　His　eyes　widened　in　false　innocence。　“What？”　
　“He’s　being　pretty　dang　pleasant　about　this；　you　don’t　need　to　push　your　luck。”　
　He　laughed　again；　louder　than　before　—　he　found　what　I’d　said　very　funny　indeed。　I　tried　to　see　the　joke　
as　he　walked　around　the　Rabbit　to　hold　my　door　open　for　me。　
　“Bella；”　he　finally　said　—　still　chuckling　—　as　he　shut　the　door　behind　me；　“you　can’t　push　what　you　don’t　
have。”　

11。　LEGENDS　


“ARE　YOU　GONNA　EAT　THAT　HOT　DOG？”　PAUL　ASKED　JAcob；　his　eyes　locked　on　the　last　remnant　of　the　huge　
meal　the　werewolves　had　consumed。　
Jacob　leaned　back　against　my　knees　and　toyed　with　the　hot　dog　he　had　spitted　on　a　straightened　wire　
hanger；　the　flames　at　the　edge　of　the　bonfire　licked　along　its　blistered　skin。　He　heaved　a　sigh　and　patted　his　
stomach。　It　was　somehow　still　flat；　though　I’d　lost　count　of　how　many　hot　dogs　he’d　eaten　after　his　tenth。　Not　
to　mention　the　supersized　bag　of　chips　or　the　twoliter　bottle　of　root　beer。　
“I　guess；”　Jake　said　slowly。　“I’m　so　full　I’m　about　to　puke；　but　I　think　I　can　force　it　down。　I　won’t　enjoy　it　
at　all；　though。”　He　sighed　again　sadly。　
Despite　the　fact　that　Paul　had　eaten　at　least　as　much　as　Jacob；　he　glowered　and　his　hands　balled　up　into　
fists。　
“Sheesh。”　Jacob　laughed。　“Kidding；　Paul。　Here。”　
He　flipped　the　homemade　skewer　across　the　circle。　I　expected　it　to　land　hotdogfirst　in　the　sand；　but　Paul　
caught　it　neatly　on　the　right　end　without　difficulty。　
Hanging　out　with　no　one　but　extremely　dexterous　people　all　the　time　was　going　to　give　me　a　plex。　
“Thanks；　man；”　Paul　said；　already　over　his　brief　fit　of　temper。　
The　fire　crackled；　settling　lower　toward　the　sand。　Sparks　blew　up　in　a　sudden　puff　of　brilliant　orange　
against　the　black　sky。　Funny；　I　hadn’t　noticed　that　the　sun　had　set。　For　the　first　time；　I　wondered　how　late　it　
had　gotten。　I’d　lost　track　of　time　pletely。　
It　was　easier　being　with　my　Quileute　friends　than　I’d　expected。　
While　Jacob　and　I　had　dropped　off　my　bike　at　the　garage　—　and　he　had　admitted　ruefully　that　the　helmet　
was　a　good　idea　that　he　should　have　thought　of　himself　—　I’d　started　to　worry　about　showing　up　with　him　at　
the　bonfire；　wondering　if　the　werewolves　would　consider　me　a　traitor　now。　Would　they　be　angry　with　Jacob　
for　inviting　me？　Would　I　ruin　the　party？　
But　when　Jacob　had　towed　me　out　of　the　forest　to　the　clifftop　meeting　place　—　where　the　fire　already　
roared　brighter　than　the　cloudobscured　sun　—　it　had　all　been　very　casual　and　light。　
“Hey；　vampire　girl！”　Embry　had　greeted　me　loudly。　Quil　had　jumped　up　to　give　me　a　high　five　and　kiss　me　
on　the　cheek。　Emily　had　squeezed　my　hand　when　we’d　sat　on　the　cool　stone　ground　beside　her　and　Sam。　
Other　than　a　few　teasing　plaints　—　mostly　by　Paul　—　about　keeping　the　bloodsucker　stench　
downwind；　I　was　treated　like　someone　who　belonged。　
It　wasn’t　just　kids　in　attendance；　either。　Billy　was　here；　his　wheelchair　stationed　at　what　seemed　the　natural　
head　of　the　circle。　Beside　him　on　a　folding　lawn　chair；　looking　quite　brittle；　was　Quil’s　ancient；　whitehaired　
grandfather；　Old　Quil。　Sue　Clearwater；　widow　of　Charlie’s　friend　Harry；　had　a　chair　on　his　other　side；　her　two　
children；　Leah　and　Seth；　were　also　there；　sitting　on　the　ground　like　the　rest　of　us。　This　surprised　me；　but　all　
three　were　clearly　in　on　the　secret　now。　From　the　way　Billy　and　Old　Quil　spoke　to　Sue；　it　sounded　to　me　like　
she’d　taken　Harry’s　place　on　the　council。　Did　that　make　her　children　automatic　members　of　La　Push’s　most　
secret　society？　
I　wondered　how　horrible　it　was　for　Leah　to　sit　across　the　circle　from　Sam　and　Emily。　Her　lovely　face　
betrayed　no　emotion；　but　she　never　looked　away　from　the　flames。　Looking　at　the　perfection　of　Leah’s　
features；　I　couldn’t　help　but　pare　them　to　Emily’s　ruined　face。　What　did　Leah　think　of　Emily’s　scars；　now　
that　she　knew　the　truth　behind　them？　Did　it　seem　like　justice　in　her　eyes？　
Little　Seth　Clearwater　wasn’t　so　little　anymore。　With　his　huge；　happy　grin　and　his　long；　gangly　build；　he　
reminded　me　very　much　of　a　younger　Jacob。　The　resemblance　made　me　smile；　and　then　sigh。　Was　Seth　
doomed　to　have　his　life　change　as　drastically　as　the　rest　of　these　boys？　Was　that　future　why　he　and　his　family　
were　allowed　to　be　here？　
The　whole　pack　was　there：　Sam　with　his　Emily；　Paul；　Embry；　Quil；　and　Jared　with　Kim；　the　girl　he’d　
imprinted　upon。　
My　first　impression　of　Kim　was　that　she　was　a　nice　girl；　a　little　shy；　and　a　little　plain。　She　had　a　wide　face；　

mostly　cheekbones；　with　eyes　too　small　to　balance　them　out。　Her　nose　and　mouth　were　both　too　broad　for　
traditional　beauty。　Her　flat　black　hair　was　thin　and　wispy　in　the　wind　that　never　seemed　to　let　up　atop　the　cliff。　
That　was　my　first　impression。　But　after　a　few　hours　of　watching　Jared　watch　Kim；　I　could　no　longer　find　
anything　plain　about　the　girl。　
The　way　he　stared　at　her！　It　was　like　a　blind　man　seeing　the　sun　for　the　first　time。　Like　a　collector　finding　
an　undiscovered　Da　Vinci；　like　a　mother　looking　into　the　face　of　her　newborn　child。　
His　wondering　eyes　made　me　see　new　things　about　her　—　how　her　skin　looked　like　russetcolored　silk　in　
the　firelight；　how　the　shape　of　her　lips　was　a　perfect　double　curve；　how　white　her　teeth　were　against　them；　how　
long　her　eyelashes　were；　brushing　her　cheek　when　she　looked　down。　
Kim’s　skin　sometimes　darkened　when　she　met　Jared’s　awed　gaze；　and　her　eyes　would　drop　as　if　in　
embarrassment；　but　she　had　a　hard　time　keeping　her　eyes　away　from　his　for　any　length　of　time。　
Watching　them；　I　felt　like　I　better　understood　what　Jacob　had　told　me　about　imprinting　before　—　it’s　
hard　to　resist　that　level　of　mitment　and　adoration。　
Kim　was　nodding　off　now　against　Jared’s　chest；　his　arms