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jungle　on　the　south—〃　

〃I　don't　want　to　go　out。　i　am　not　hiking　all　over　the　island　today。　I　want　to　stay　here　and　watch　a　movie。〃　

He　pursed　his　lips；　trying　not　to　laugh　at　my　disgruntled　tone。　〃All　right；　whatever　you'd　like。　Why　don't　
you　pick　one　out　while　I　get　the　door？〃　

〃I　didn't　hear　a　knock。〃　




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He　cocked　his　head　to　the　side；　listening。　A　half　second　later；　a　faint；　timid　rap　on　the　door　sounded。　He　
grinned　and　turned　for　the　hallway。　

I　wandered　over　to　the　shelves　under　the　big　TV　and　started　scanning　through　the　titles。　It　was　hard　to　
decide　where　to　begin。　They　had　more　DVDs　than　a　rental　store。　

I　could　hear　Edward's　low；　velvet　voice　as　he　came　back　down　the　hall；　conversing　fluidly　in　what　I　
assumed　was　perfect　Portuguese。　Another；　harsher；　human　voice　answered　in　the　same　tongue。　

Edward　led　them　into　the　room；　pointing　toward　the　kitchen　on　his　way。　The　two　Brazilians　looked　
incredibly　short　and　dark　next　to　him。　One　was　a　round　man；　the　other　a　slight　female；　both　their　faces　
creased　with　lines。　Edward　gestured　to　me　with　a　proud　smile；　and　I　heard　my　name　mixed　in　with　a　
flurry　of　unfamiliar　words。　I　flushed　a　little　as　I　thought　of　the　downy　mess　in　the　white　room；　which　they　
would　soon　encounter。　The　little　man　smiled　at　me　politely。　

But　the　tiny　coffeeskinned　woman　didn't　smile。　She　stared　at　me　with　a　mixture　of　shock；　worry；　and　
most　of　all；　wideeyed　fear。　Before　I　could　react；　Edward　motioned　for　them　to　follow　him　toward　the　
chicken　coop；　and　they　were　gone。　

When　he　reappeared；　he　was　alone。　He　walked　swiftly　to　my　side　and　wrapped　his　arms　around　me。　

〃What's　with　her？〃　I　whispered　urgently；　remembering　her　panicked　expression。　

He　shrugged；　unperturbed。　〃Kaure's　part　Ticuna　Indian。　She　was　raised　to　be　more　superstitious—or　
you　could　call　it　more　aware—than　those　who　live　in　the　modern　world。　She　suspects　what　I　am；　or　
close　enough。〃　He　still　didn't　sound　worried。　〃They　have　their　own　legends　here。　The　Libishomen—a　
blooddrinking　demon　who　preys　exclusively　on　beautiful　women。〃　He　leered　at　me。　

Beautiful　women　only？　Well；　that　was　kind　of　flattering。　

〃She　looked　terrified；〃　I　said。　

〃She　is—but　mostly　she's　worried　about　you。〃　

〃Me？〃　

〃She's　afraid　of　why　I　have　you　here；　all　alone。〃　He　chuckled　darkly　and　then　looked　toward　the　wall　of　
movies。　〃Oh　well；　why　don't　you　choose　something　for　us　to　watch？　That's　an　acceptably　human　thing　to　
do。〃　

〃Yes；　I'm　sure　a　movie　will　convince　her　that　you're　human。〃　I　laughed　and　clasped　my　arms　securely　
around　his　neck；　stretching　up　on　my　tiptoes。　He　leaned　down　so　that　I　could　kiss　him；　and　then　his　arms　
tightened　around　me；　lifting　me　off　the　floor　so　he　didn't　have　to　bend。　

〃Movie；　schmovie；〃　I　muttered　as　his　lips　moved　down　my　throat；　twisting　my　fingers　in　his　bronze　hair。　

Then　I　heard　a　gasp；　and　he　put　me　down　abruptly。　Kaure　stood　frozen　in　the　hallway；　feathers　in　her　
black　hair；　a　large　sack　of　more　feathers　in　her　arms；　an　expression　of　horror　on　her　face。　She　stared　at　
me；　her　eyes　bugging　out；　as　I　blushed　and　looked　down。　Then　she　recovered　herself　and　murmured　
something　that；　even　in　an　unfamiliar　language；　was　clearly　an　apology。　Edward　smiled　and　answered　in　a　
friendly　tone。　She　turned　her　dark　eyes　away　



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and　continued　down　the　hall。　

〃She　was　thinking　what　I　think　she　was　thinking；　wasn't　she？〃　I　muttered。　

He　laughed　at　my　convoluted　sentence。　〃Yes。〃　

〃Here；〃　I　said；　reaching　out　at　random　and　grabbing　a　movie。　〃Put　this　on　and　we　can　pretend　to　watch　
it。〃　

It　was　an　old　musical　with　smiling　faces　and　fluffy　dresses　on　the　front。　

〃Very　honeymoonish；〃　Edward　approved。　

While　actors　on　the　screen　danced　their　way　through　a　perky　introduction　song；　I　lolled　on　the　sofa；　
snuggled　into　Edward's　arms。　

〃Will　we　move　back　into　the　white　room　now？〃　I　wondered　idly。　

〃I　don't　know。。。。　I've　already　mangled　the　headboard　in　the　other　room　beyond　repair—maybe　if　we　
limit　the　destruction　to　one　area　of　the　house；　Esme　might　invite　us　back　someday。〃　

I　smiled　widely。　〃So　there　will　be　more　destruction？〃　

He　laughed　at　my　expression。　〃I　think　it　might　be　safer　if　it's　premeditated；　rather　than　if　I　wait　for　you　to　
assault　me　again。〃　

〃It　would　only　be　a　matter　of　time；〃　I　agreed　casually；　but　my　pulse　was　racing　in　my　veins。　

〃Is　there　something　the　matter　with　your　heart？〃　

〃Nope。　Healthy　as　a　horse。〃　I　paused。　〃Did　you　want　to　go　survey　the　demolition　zone　now？〃　

〃Maybe　it　would　be　more　polite　to　wait　until　we're　alone。　You　may　not　notice　me　tearing　the　furniture　
apart；　but　it　would　probably　scare　them。〃　

In　truth；　I'd　already　forgotten　the　people　in　the　other　room。　〃Right。　Drat。〃　

Gustavo　and　Kaure　moved　quietly　through　the　house　while　I　waited　impatiently　for　them　to　finish　and　
tried　to　pay　attention　to　the　happilyeverafter　on　the　screen。　I　was　starting　to　get　sleepy—though；　
according　to　Edward；　I'd　slept　half　the　day—when　a　rough　voice　startled　me。　Edward　sat　up；　keeping　
me　cradled　against　him；　and　answered　Gustavo　in　flowing　Portuguese。　Gustavo　nodded　and　walked　
quietly　toward　the　front　door。　

〃They're　finished；〃　Edward　told　me。　

〃So　that　would　mean　that　we're　alone　now？〃　

〃How　about　lunch　first？〃　he　suggested。　

I　bit　my　lip；　torn　by　the　dilemma。　I　was　pretty　hungry。　



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With　a　smile；　he　took　my　hand　and　led　me　to　the　kitchen。　He　knew　my　face　so　well；　it　didn't　matter　that　
he　couldn't　read　my　mind。　

〃This　is　getting　out　of　hand；〃　I　plained　when　I　finally　felt　full。　

〃Do　you　want　to　swim　with　the　dolphins　this　afternoon—burn　off　the　calories？〃　he　asked。　

〃Maybe　later。　I　had　another　idea　for　burning　calories。〃　

〃And　what　was　that？〃　

〃Well；　there's　an　awful　lot　of　headboard　left—〃　

But　I　didn't　finish。　He'd　already　swept　me　up　into　his　arms；　and　his　lips　silenced　mine　as　he　carried　me　
with　inhuman　speed　to　the　blue　room。　

7。　UNEXPECTED　

The　line　of　black　advanced　on　me　through　the　shroudlike　mist。　I　could　see　their　dark　ruby　eyes　glinting　
with　desire；　lusting　for　the　kill。　Their　lips　pulled　back　over　their　sharp；　wet　teeth—some　to　snarl；　some　to　
smile。　

I　heard　the　child　behind　me　whimper；　but　I　couldn't　turn　to　look　at　him。　Though　I　was　desperate　to　be　
sure　that　he　was　safe；　I　could　not　afford　any　lapse　in　focus　now。　

They　ghosted　closer；　their　black　robes　billowing　slightly　with　the　movement。　I　saw　their　hands　curl　into　
bonecolored　claws。　They　started　to　drift　apart；　angling　to　e　at　us　from　all　sides。　We　were　
surrounded。　We　were　going　to　die。　

And　then；　like　a　burst　of　light　from　a　flash；　the　whole　scene　was　different。　Yet　nothing　changed—the　
Volturi　still　stalked　toward　us；　poised　to　kill。　All　that　really　changed　was　how　the　picture　looked　to　me。　
Suddenly；　I　was　hungry　for　it。　I　tvanfecthem　to　charge。　The　panic　changed　to　bloodlust　as　I　crouched　
forward；　a　smile　on　my　face；　and　a　growl　ripped　through　my　bared　teeth。　

I　jolted　upright；　shocked　out　of　the　dream。　

The　room　was　black。　It　was　also　steamy　hot。　Sweat　matted　my　hair　at　the　temples　and　rolled　down　my　
throat。　

I　groped　the　warm　sheets　and　found　them　empty。　

〃Edward？〃　

Just　then；　my　fingers　encountered　something　smooth　and　flat　and　stiff。　One　sheet　of　paper；　folded　in　half。　
I　took　the　note　with　me　and　felt　my　way　across　the　room　to　the　light　switch。　

The　outside　of　the　note　was　addressed　to　Mrs。　Cullen。　

I'm　hoping　you　won't　wake　and　notice　my　absence；　but；　if　you　should；　I'll　be　back　very　soon。　I've　just　
gone　to　the　mainland　to　hunt　Go　back　to　sleep　and　I'll　be　here　when　you　wake　again。　I　love　you。　



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I　sighed。　We'd　been　here　about　two　weeks　now；　so　I　should　have　been　expecting　that　he　would　have　to　
leave；　but　I　hadn't　been　thinking　about　time。　We　seemed　to　exist　outside　of　time　here；　just　drifting　along　in　
a　perfect　state。　

I　wiped　the　sweat　off　my　forehead。　I　felt　absolutely　wide　awake；　though　the　clock　on　the　dresser　said　it　
was　after　one。　I　knew　i　would　never　be　able　to　sleep　as　hot　and　sticky　as　I　felt。　Not　to　mention　the　fact　
that　if　I　shut　off　the　light　and　closed　my　eyes；　I　was　sure　to　see　those　prowling　black　figures　in　my　head。　

I　got　up　and　wandered　aimlessly　through　the　dark　house；　flipping　on　lights。　It　felt　so　big　and　empty　
without　Edward　there。　Different。　

I　ended　up　in　the　kitchen　and　decided　that　maybe　fort　food　was　what　I　needed。　

I　poked　around　in　the　fridge　until　I　found　all　the　ingredients　for　fried　chicken。　The　popping　and　sizzling　of　
the　chicken　in　the　pan　was　a　nice；　homey　sound；　I　felt　less　nervous　while　it　filled　the　silence。　

It　smelled　so　good　that　I　started　eating　it　right　out　of　the　pan；　burning　my　tongue　in　the　process。　By　the　
fifth　or　sixth　bite；　though；　it　had　cooled　enough　for　me　to　taste　it。　My　chewing　slowed。　Was　there　
something　off　about　the　flavor？　I　checked　the　meat；　and　it　was　white　all　the　way　through；　but　I　wondered　
if　it　was　pletely　done。　I　took　another　experimental　bite；　I　chewed　twice。　Ugh—definitely　bad。　I　
jumped　up　to　spit　it　into　the　sink。　Suddenly；　the　chickenandoil　smell　was　revolting。　I　took　the　whole　
plate　and　shook　it　into　the　garbage；　then　opened　the　windows　to　chase　away　the　scent。　A　coolish　breeze　
had　picked　up　outside。　It　felt　good　on　my　skin。　

I　was　abruptly　exhausted；　but　i　didn't　want　to　go　back　to　the　hot　room。　So　I　opened　more　windows　in　
the　TV　room　and　lay　on　the　couch　right　beneath　them。　I　turned　on　the　same　movie　we'd　watched　the　
other　day　and　quickly　fell　asleep　to　the　bright　opening　song。　

When　I　opened　my　eyes　again；　the　sun　was　halfway　up　the　sky；　but　it　was　not　the　light　that　woke　me。　
Cool　arms　were　around　me；　pulling　me　against　him。　At　the　same　time；　a　sudden　pain　twisted　in　my　
stomach；　almost　like　the　aftershock　of　catching　a　punch　in　the　gut。　

Tm　sorry；〃　Edward　was　murmuring　as　he　wiped　a　wintry　hand　across　my　clammy　forehead。　〃So　much　
for　thoroughness。　I　didn't　think　about　how　hot　you　would　be　with　me　gone。　I'll　have　an　air　conditioner　
installed　before　I　leave　again。〃　

I　couldn't　concentrate　on　what　he　was　saying。　〃Excuse　me！〃　I　gasped；　struggling　to　get　free　of　his　arms。　

He　dropped　his　hold　automatically。　〃Bella？〃　

I　streaked　for　the　bathroom　with　my　hand　clamped　over　my　mouth。　I　felt　so　horrible　that　I　didn't　even　
care—at　first—that　he　was　with　me　while　I　crouched　over　the　toilet　and　was　violently　sick。　

〃Bella？　What's　wrong？〃　

I　couldn't　answer　yet。　He　held　me　anxiously；　keeping　my　hair　out　of　my　face；　waiting　till　I　could　breathe　
again。　

〃Damn　rancid　chicken；〃　I　moaned。　




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〃Are　you　all　right？〃　His　voice　was　strained。　

〃Fine；〃　I　panted。　〃It's　just　food　poisoning。　You　don't　need　to　see　this。　Go　away。〃　

〃Not　likely；Bella。〃　

〃Go　away；〃　I　moaned　again；　struggling　to　get　up　so　I　could　rinse　my　mouth　out。　He　helped　me　gently；　
ignoring　the　weak　shoves　I　aimed　at　him。　

After　my　mouth　was　clean；　he　carried　me　to　the　bed　and　sat　me　down　carefully；　supporting　me　with　his　
arms。　

〃Food　poisoning？〃　

〃Yeah；〃　I　croaked。　〃I　made　some　chicken　last　night。　It　tasted　off；　so　I　threw　it　out。　But　I　ate　a　few　bites　
first。〃　

He　put　a　cold　hand　on　my　forehead。　It　felt　nice。　〃How　do　you　feel　now？〃　

I　thought　about　that　for　a　moment。　The　nausea　had　passed　as　suddenly　as　it　had　e；　and　I　felt　like　I　
did　any　other　morning。　〃Pretty　normal。　A　little　hungry；　actually。〃　

He　made　me　wait　an　hour　and　keep　down　a　big　glass　of　water　before　he　fried　me　some　eggs。　I　felt　
perfectly　normal；　just　a　little　tired　from　being　up　in　the　middle　of　the　night。　He　put　onN—we'd　been　
so　out　of　touch；　world　war　three　could　have　broken　out　and　we　wouldn't　have　known—and　I　lounged　
drowsily　across　his　lap。　

I　got　bored　with　the　news　and　twisted　around　to　kiss　him。　Just　like　this　morning；　a　sharp　pain　hit　my　
stomach　when　I　moved。　I　lurched　away　from　him；　my　hand　tight　over　my　mouth。　I　knew　I'd　never　make　it　
to　the　bathroom　this　time；　so　I　ran　to　the　kitchen　sink。　

He　held　my　hair　again。　

〃Maybe　we　should　go　back　to　Rio；　see　a　doctor；〃　he　suggested　anxiously　when　I　was　rinsing　my　mouth　
afterward。　

I　shook　my　head　and　edged　toward　the　hallway。　Doctors　meant　needles。　〃I'll　be　fine　right　after　I　brush　
my　teeth。〃　

When　my　mouth　tasted　better；　I　searched　through　my　suitcase　for　the　little　firstaid　kit　Alice　had　packed　
for　me；　full　of　human　things　like　bandages　and　painkillers　and—my　object　now—PeptoBismol。　Maybe　I　
could　settle　my　stomach　and　calm　Edward　down。　

But　before　I　found　the　Pepto；　I　happened　across　something　else　that　Alice　had　packed　for　me。　I　picked　
up　the　small　blue　box　and　stared　at　it　in　my　hand　for　a　long　moment；　forgetting　everything　else。　

Then　I　started　counting　in　my　head。　Once。　Twice。　Again。　

Theknock　startled　me；　the　little　box　fell　back　into　the　suitcase。　

〃Are　you　well？〃　Edward　asked　through　the　door。　〃Did　you　get　sick　again？〃　



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〃Yes　and　no；〃　I　said；　but　my　voice　sounded　strangled。　

〃Bella？　Can　I　please　e　in？〃　Worriedly　now。　

〃O。。。　kay？〃　

He　came　in　and　appraised　my　position；　sitting　crosslegged　on　the　floor　by　the　suitcase；　and　my　
expression；　blank　and　staring。　He　sat　next　to　me；　his　hand　going　to　my　forehead　at　once。　

〃What's　wrong？〃　

〃How　many　days　has　it　been　since　the　wedding？〃　I　whispered。　

〃Seventeen；〃　he　answered　automatically。　〃Bella；　what　is　it？〃　

I　was　counting　again。　I　held　up　a　finger；　cautioning　him　to　wait；　and　mouthed　the　numbers　to　myself。　I'd　
been　wrong　about　the　days　before。　We'd　been　here　longer　than　I'd　thought。　I　started　over　again。　

〃Bella！〃　he　whispered　urgently。　〃I'm　losing　my　mind　over　here。〃　

I　tried　to　swallow。　It　didn't　work。　So　I　reached　into　the　suitcase　and　fumbled　around　until　I　found　the　
little　blue　box　of　tampons　again。　I　held　them　up　silently。　

He　stared　at　me　in　confusion。　〃What？　Are　you　trying　to　pass　this　illness　off　as　PMS？〃　

〃No；〃　I　managed　to　choke　out。　〃No；　Edward。　I'm　trying　to　tell　you　that　my　period　is　five　days　late。〃　

His　facial　expression　didn't　change。　It　was　like　I　hadn't　spoken。　

〃I　don't　think　I　have　food　poisoning；〃　I　added。　

He　didn't　respond。　He　had　turned　into　a　sculpture。　

〃The　dreams；〃　I　mumbled　to　myself　in　a　flat　voice。　〃Sleeping　so　much。　The　crying。　All　that　food。　Oh。　
Oh。　Oh〃　

Edward's　stare　seemed　glassy；　as　if　he　couldn't　see　me　anymore。　

Reflexively；　almost　involuntarily；　my　hand　dropped　to　my　stomach。　

〃Oh！〃　I　squeaked　again。　

I　lurched　to　my　feet；　slipping　out　of　Edward's　unmoving　hands。　I'd　never　changed　out　of　the　little　silk　
shorts　and　camisole　I'd　worn　to　bed。　I　yanked　the　blue　fabric　out　of　the　way　and　stared　at　my　stomach。　

〃Impossible；〃　I　whispered。