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We　stared　each　other　down。　The　seconds　ticked　by。　

〃Jacob；〃　he　said。　His　voice　was　strained。　〃Jacob；　don't。　It's　not　worth　it。〃　

〃I　don't　know　what　you're　talking　about。〃　

〃Leave　Bella　and　the　Cullens　be。　Sam　is　right。〃　

I　stared　at　him　for　a　second；　and　then　I　crossed　the　room　in　two　long　strides；　i　grabbed　the　phone　and　

disconnected　the　cable　from　the　box　and　the　jack。　I　wadded　the　gray　cord　up　in　the　palm　of　my　hand。　

〃Bye；　Dad。〃　

〃Jake；　wait—；'7he　called　after　me；　but　I　was　out　the　door；　running。　

The　motorcycle　wasn't　as　fast　as　running；　but　it　was　more　discreet。　I　wondered　how　long　it　would　take　
Billy　to　wheel　himself　down　to　the　store　and　then　get　someone　on　the　phone　who　could　get　a　message　to　
Sam。　I'd　bet　Sam　was　still　in　his　wolf　form。　The　problem　would　be　if　Paul　came　back　to　our　place　
anytime　soon。　He　could　phase　in　a　second　and　let　Sam　know　what　I　was　doing。。。。　

I　wasn't　going　to　worry　about　it。　I　would　go　as　fast　as　I　could；　and　if　they　caught　me；　I'd　deal　with　that　
when　I　had　to。　

I　kicked　the　bike　to　life　and　then　I　was　racing　down　the　muddy　lane。　I　didn't　look　behind　me　as　I　passed　
the　house。　

The　highway　was　busy　with　tourist　traffic；　I　wove　in　and　out　of　the　cars；　earning　a　bunch　of　honks　and　a　
few　fingers。　I　took　the　turn　onto　the　101　at　seventy；　not　bothering　to　look。　I　had　to　ride　the　line　for　a　
minute　to　avoid　getting　smeared　by　a　minivan。　Not　that　it　would　have　killed　me；　but　it　would　have　slowed　
me　down。　Broken　bones—the　big　ones；　at　least—took　days　to　heal　pletely；　as　I　had　good　cause　to　
know。　

The　freeway　cleared　up　a　little；　and　I　pushed　the　bike　to　eighty。　I　didn't　touch　the　brake　until　I　was　close　
to　the　narrow　drive；　I　figured　I　was　in　the　clear　then。　Sam　wouldn't　e　this　far　to　stop　me。　It　was　too　
late。　



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It　wasn't　until　that　moment—when　I　was　sure　that　I'd　made　it—that　I　started　to　think　about　what　exactly　
I　was　going　to　do　now。　I　slowed　down　to　twenty；　taking　the　twists　through　the　trees　more　carefully　than　I　
needed　to。　

I　knew　they　would　hear　me　ing；　bike　or　no　bike；　so　surprise　was　out。　There　was　no　way　to　disguise　
my　intentions。　Edward　would　hear　my　plan　as　soon　as　I　was　close　enough。　Maybe　he　already　could。　But　
I　thought　this　would　still　work　out；　because　I　had　his　ego　on　my　side。　He'd　want　to　fight　me　alone。　

So　I'd　just　walk　in；　see　Sam's　precious　evidence　for　myself；　and　then　challenge　Edward　to　a　duel。　

I　snorted。　The　parasite'd　probably　get　a　kick　out　of　the　theatrics　of　it。　

When　I　finished　with　him；　I'd　take　as　many　of　the　rest　of　them　as　I　could　before　they　got　me。　Huh—I　
wondered　if　Sam　would　consider　my　death　provocation。　Probably　say　I　got　what　I　deserved。　Wouldn't　
want　to　offend　his　bloodsucker　BFFs。　

The　drive　opened　up　into　the　meadow；　and　the　smell　hit　me　like　a　rotten　tomato　to　the　face。　Ugh。　
Reeking　vampires。　My　stomach　started　churning。　The　stench　would　be　hard　to　take　this　way—undiluted　
by　the　scent　of　humans　as　it　had　been　the　other　time　I'd　e　here—though　not　as　bad　as　smelling　it　
through　my　wolf　nose。　

I　wasn't　sure　what　to　expect；　but　there　was　no　sign　of　life　around　the　big　white　crypt。　Of　course　they　
knew　I　was　here。　

I　cut　the　engine　and　listened　to　the　quiet。　Now　I　could　hear　tense；　angry　murmurs　from　just　the　other　side　
of　the　wide　double　doors。　Someone　was　home。　I　heard　my　name　and　I　smiled；　happy　to　think　I　was　
causing　them　a　little　stress。　

I　took　one　big　gulp　of　air—it　would　only　be　worse　inside—and　leaped　up　the　porch　stairs　in　one　bound。　

The　door　opened　before　my　fist　touched　it；　and　the　doctor　stood　in　the　frame；　his　eyes　grave。　

〃Hello；　Jacob；〃　he　said；　calmer　than　I　would　have　expected。　〃How　are　you？〃　

I　took　a　deep　breath　through　my　mouth。　The　reek　pouring　through　the　door　was　overpowering。　

I　was　disappointed　that　it　was　Carlisle　who　answered。　I'd　rather　Edward　had　e　through　the　door；　
fangs　out。　Carlisle　was　so。。。　just　human　or　something。　Maybe　it　was　the　house　calls　he　made　last　spring　
when　I　got　busted　up。　But　it　made　me　unfortable　to　look　into　his　face　and　know　that　I　was　planning　
to　kill　him　if　I　could。　

〃I　heard　Bella　made　it　back　alive；〃　I　said。　

〃Er；　Jacob；　it's　not　really　the　best　time。〃　The　doctor　seemed　unfortable；　too；　but　not　in　the　way　I　
expected。　〃Could　we　do　this　later？〃　

I　stared　at　him；　dumbfounded。　Was　he　asking　to　postpone　the　death　match　for　a　more　convenient　time？　

And　then　I　heard　Bella's　voice；　cracked　and　rough；　and　I　couldn't　think　about　anything　else。　




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〃Why　not？〃　she　asked　someone。　〃Are　we　keeping　secrets　from　Jacob；　too？　What's　the　point？〃　

Her　voice　was　not　what　I　was　expecting。　I　tried　to　remember　the　voices　of　the　young　vampires　we'd　
fought　in　the　spring；　but　all　I'd　registered　was　snarling。　Maybe　those　newborns　hadn't　had　the　piercing；　
ringing　sound　of　the　older　ones；　either。　Maybe　all　new　vampires　sounded　hoarse。　

〃e　in；　please；　Jacob；〃　Bella　croaked　more　loudly。　

Carlisle's　eyes　tightened。　

I　wondered　if　Bella　was　thirsty。　My　eyes　narrowed；　too。　

〃Excuse　me；〃　I　said　to　the　doctor　as　I　stepped　around　him。　It　was　hard—it　went　against　all　my　instincts　
to　turn　my　back　to　one　of　them。　Not　impossible；　though。　If　there　was　such　a　thing　as　a　safe　vampire；　it　
was　the　strangely　gentle　leader。　

I　would　stay　away　from　Carlisle　when　the　fight　started。　There　were　enough　of　them　to　kill　without　
includinghim。　

I　sidestepped　into　the　house；　keeping　my　back　to　the　wall。　My　eyes　swept　the　room—it　was　unfamiliar。　
The　last　time　I'd　been　in　here　it　had　been　all　done　up　for　a　party。　Everything　was　bright　and　pale　now。　
Including　the　six　vampires　standing　in　a　group　by　the　white　sofa。　

They　were　all　here；　all　together；　but　that　was　not　what　froze　me　where　I　stood　and　had　my　jaw　dropping　
to　thefloor。　

Itwas　Edward。　It　was　the　expression　on　his　face。　

I'd　seen　him　angry；　and　I'd　seen　him　arrogant；　and　onceI'd　seen　him　in　pain。　But　this—this　was　beyond　
agony。　His　eyes　were　halfcrazed。　He　didn't　look　up　to　glare　at　me。　He　stared　down　at　the　couch　beside　
him　with　an　expression　like　someone　had　lit　him　on　fire。　His　hands　were　rigid　claws　at　his　side。　

I　couldn't　even　enjoy　his　anguish。　I　could　only　think　of　one　thing　that　would　make　him　look　like　that；　and　
my　eyes　followed　his。　

I　saw　her　at　the　same　moment　that　I　caught　her　scent。　

Her　warm；　clean；　human　scent。　

Bella　was　halfhidden　behind　the　arm　of　the　sofa；　curled　up　in　a　loose　fetal　position；　her　arms　wrapped　
around　her　knees。　For　a　long　second　I　could　see　nothing　except　that　she　was　still　the　Bella　that　I　loved；　
her　skin　still　a　soft；　pale　peach；　her　eyes　still　the　same　chocolate　brown。　My　heart　thudded　a　strange；　
broken　meter；　and　I　wondered　if　this　was　just　some　lying　dream　that　I　was　about　to　wake　up　from。　

Then　I　really　saw　her。　

There　were　deep　circles　under　her　eyes；　dark　circles　that　jumped　out　because　her　face　was　all　haggard。　
Was　she　thinner？　Her　skin　seemed　tight—like　her　cheekbones　might　break　right　through　it。　Most　of　her　
dark　hair　was　pulled　away　from　her　face　into　a　messy　knot；　but　a　few　strands　stuck　limply　to　her　
forehead　and　neck；　to　the　sheen　of　sweat　that　covered　her　skin。　There　was　something　about　her　fingers　
and　wrists　that　looked　so　fragile　it　was　scary。　



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She　was　sick。　Very　sick。　

Not　a　lie。　The　story　Charlie'd　told　Billy　was　not　a　story。　While　I　stared；　eyes　bugging；　her　skin　turned　
light　green。　

The　blond　bloodsucker—the　showy　one；　Rosalie—bent　over　her；　cutting　into　my　view；　hovering　in　a　
strange；　protective　way。　

This　was　wrong。　I　knew　how　Bella　felt　about　almost　everything—her　thoughts　were　so　obvious；　
sometimes　it　was　like　they　were　printed　on　her　forehead。　So　she　didn't　have　to　tell　me　every　detail　of　a　
situation　for　me　to　get　it。　I　knew　that　Bella　didn't　like　Rosalie。　I'd　seen　it　in　the　set　of　her　lips　when　she　
talked　about　her。　Not　just　that　she　didn't　like　her。　She　was　afraid　of　Rosalie。　Or　she　had　been。　

There　was　no　fear　as　Bella　glanced　up　at　her　now。　Her　expression　was。。。　apologetic　or　something。　Then　
Rosalie　snatched　a　basin　from　the　floor　and　held　it　under　Bella's　chin　just　in　time　for　Bella　to　throw　up　
noisily　into　it。　

Edward　fell　to　his　knees　by　Bella's　side—his　eyes　all　torturedlooking—and　Rosalie　held　out　her　hand；　
warning　him　to　keep　back。　

None　of　it　made　sense。　

When　she　could　raise　her　head；　Bella　smiled　weakly　at　me；　sort　of　embarrassed。　〃Sorry　about　that；〃　she　
whispered　to　me。　

Edward　moaned　real　quiet。　His　head　slumped　against　Bella's　knees。　She　put　one　of　her　hands　against　his　
cheek。　Like　she　was　forting　him。　

I　didn't　realize　my　legs　had　carried　me　forward　until　Rosalie　hissed　at　me；　suddenly　appearing　between　
me　and　the　couch。　She　was　like　a　person　on　a　TV　screen。　I　didn't　care　she　was　there。　She　didn't　seem　
real。　

〃Rose；　don't；〃　Bella　whispered。　〃It's　fine。〃　

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