"Twilight - 03 - Eclipse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Meyer Stephanie)

I glared at him. No danger? Sure. I only had a sadistic vampire trying to avenge her mateТs death with my own, preferably through some slow and torturous method. Who was worried about Victoria? And, oh yeah, the Volturi Ч the vampire royal family with their small army of vampire warriors Ч who insisted that my heart stop beating one way or another in the near future, because humans werenТt allowed to know they existed. Right. No reason at all to panic.

Even with Alice keeping watch Ч Edward was relying on her uncannily accurate visions of the future to give us advance warning Ч it was insane to take chances.

Besides, IТd already won this argument. The date for my transformation was tentatively set for shortly after my graduation from high school, only a handful of weeks away.

A sharp jolt of unease pierced my stomach as I realized how short the time really was. Of course this change was necessary Ч and the key to what I wanted more than everything else in the world put together Ч but I was deeply conscious of Charlie sitting in the other room enjoying his game, just like every other night. And my mother, Renщe, far away in sunny Florida, still pleading with me to spend the summer on the beach with her and her new husband. And Jacob, who, unlike my parents, would know exactly what was going on when I disappeared to some distant school. Even if my parents didnТt grow suspicious for a long time, even if I could put off visits with excuses about travel expenses or study loads or illnesses, Jacob would know the truth.

For a moment, the idea of JacobТs certain revulsion overshadowed every other pain.

УBella,Ф Edward murmured, his face twisting when he read the distress in mine. УThereТs no hurry. I wonТt let anyone hurt you. You can take all the time you need.Ф

УI want to hurry,Ф I whispered, smiling weakly, trying to make a joke of it. УI want to be a monster, too.Ф

His teeth clenched; he spoke through them. УYou have no idea what youТre saying.Ф Abruptly, he flung the damp newspaper onto the table in between us. His finger stabbed the headline on the front page:

DEATH TOLL ON THE RISE, POLICE FEAR GANG ACTIVITY

УWhat does that have to do with anything?Ф

УMonsters are not a joke, Bella.Ф

I stared at the headline again, and then up to his hard expression. УA . . . avampire is doing this?Ф I whispered.

He smiled without humor. His voice was low and cold. УYouТd be surprised, Bella, at how often my kind are the source behind the horrors in your human news. ItТs easy to recognize, when you know what to look for. The information here indicates a newborn vampire is loose in Seattle. Bloodthirsty, wild, out of control. The way we all were.Ф

I let my gaze drop to the paper again, avoiding his eyes.

УWeТve been monitoring the situation for a few weeks. All the signs are there Ч the unlikely disappearances, always in the night, the poorly disposed-of corpses, the lack of other evidence. . . . Yes, someone brand-new. And no one seems to be taking responsibility for the neophyte. . . .Ф He took a deep breath. УWell, itТs not our problem. We wouldnТt even pay attention to the situation if wasnТt going on so close to home. Like I said, this happens all the time. The existence of monsters results in monstrous consequences.Ф

I tried not to see the names on the page, but they jumped out from the rest of the print like they were in bold. The five people whose lives were over, whose families were mourning now. It was different from considering murder in the abstract, reading those names. Maureen Gardiner, Geoffrey Campbell, Grace Razi, Michelle OТConnell, Ronald Albrook. People whoТd had parents and children and friends and pets and jobs and hopes and plans and memories and futures. . . .

УIt wonТt be the same for me,Ф I whispered, half to myself. УYou wonТt let me be like that. WeТll live in Antarctica.Ф

Edward snorted, breaking the tension. УPenguins. Lovely.Ф

I laughed a shaky laugh and knocked the paper off the table so I wouldnТt have to see those names; it hit the linoleum with a thud. Of course Edward would consider the hunting possibilities. He and his УvegetarianФ family Ч all committed to protecting human life Ч preferred the flavor of large predators for satisfying their dietary needs. УAlaska, then, as planned. Only somewhere much more remote than Juneau Ч somewhere with grizzlies galore.Ф

УBetter,Ф he allowed. УThere are polar bears, too. Very fierce. And the wolves get quite large.Ф

My mouth fell open and my breath blew out in a sharp gust.

УWhatТs wrong?Ф he asked. Before I could recover, the confusion vanished and his whole body seemed to harden. УOh. Never mind the wolves, then, if the idea is offensive to you.Ф His voice was stiff, formal, his shoulders rigid.

УHe was my best friend, Edward,Ф I muttered. It stung to use the past tense. УOf course the idea offends me.Ф

УPlease forgive my thoughtlessness,Ф he said, still very formal. УI shouldnТt have suggested that.Ф

УDonТt worry about it.Ф I stared at my hands, clenched into a double fist on the table.