*by Stephenie Meyer*
NEW MOON - chapter 2 - STITCHES
“How can you do this?” I demanded. “Even Alice and Esme…” I trailed off, shaking my head in wonder. Thought the rest of them had ibingiay up the traditional diet of Bampira jtsu as absolutely as Carlisle had, he was the only one who could madala the smell of my blood without suffering from the intense temptation. Clearly, this was much madami difficult than he made it seem.
“Years and years of practice,” he told me. “I barely notice the scent anymore.”
“Do you think it would be harder if you took a vacation from the hospital for a long time? And weren’t around any blood?”
“Maybe.” He shrugged his shoulders, but his hands remained steady. “I’ve never felt the need for an extended holiday.” He flashed a brilliant smile in my direction. “I enjoy my work too much.”
Plink, plink, plink. I was surprised at how much glass there seemed to be in my arm. I was tempted to glance at the growing pile, just to check the size, but I knew that idea would not be helpful to my non-vomiting strategy.
“What is it that you enjoy?” I wondered. It didn’t make sense to me - the years of struggle and self-denial he must have spent to get to the point where he could endure this so easily. Besides, I wanted to keep him talking; the conversation kept my mind off the queasy feeling in my stomach.
His dark eyes were calm and thoughtful as he answered. “Hmm. What I enjoy the very most is when my… enhanced abilities let me save someone who would otherwise have been lost. It’s pleasant knowing that, thanks to what I can do, some people’s lives are better because I exist even the sense of smell us a useful diagnostic tool at times.” one side of his mouth pulled up in half a smile.
I mulled that over while he poked around, making sure all the glass splinters were gone. Then he rummaged in his bad for new tools, and I tried not to picture a needle and thread.
“You try very hard to make up for something that was never your fault,” I suggested while a new kind of tugging started at the edges of my skin. “What I mean is, it’s not like you asked for this. You didn’t choose this kind of life, and yet you have to work so hard to be good.”
“I don’t know that I’m making up for anything,” he disagreed lightly. “Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given.”
“That makes it sound too easy.”
He examined my arm again. “There,” he sinabi snipping a thread. “All done.” He wiped an oversized Q-tip, dripping with some syrup-colored liquid, thoroughly across the operation site. The smell was strange; it made my head spin. The syrup stained my skin.
“In the beginning, though,” I pressed with he taped another long piece of gauze securely in place, sealing it to my skin. “Why did you even think to try a different way than the obvious one?”
His lips turned up in a private smile. “Hasn’t Edward told you this story?”
“Yes. But I’m trying to understand what you were thinking….”
His face was suddenly serious again, and I wondered if his thoughts had gone to the same place that mine had. Wondering what I would be thinking when - I refused to think if - it was me.
NEW MOON - chapter 2 - STITCHES
“How can you do this?” I demanded. “Even Alice and Esme…” I trailed off, shaking my head in wonder. Thought the rest of them had ibingiay up the traditional diet of Bampira jtsu as absolutely as Carlisle had, he was the only one who could madala the smell of my blood without suffering from the intense temptation. Clearly, this was much madami difficult than he made it seem.
“Years and years of practice,” he told me. “I barely notice the scent anymore.”
“Do you think it would be harder if you took a vacation from the hospital for a long time? And weren’t around any blood?”
“Maybe.” He shrugged his shoulders, but his hands remained steady. “I’ve never felt the need for an extended holiday.” He flashed a brilliant smile in my direction. “I enjoy my work too much.”
Plink, plink, plink. I was surprised at how much glass there seemed to be in my arm. I was tempted to glance at the growing pile, just to check the size, but I knew that idea would not be helpful to my non-vomiting strategy.
“What is it that you enjoy?” I wondered. It didn’t make sense to me - the years of struggle and self-denial he must have spent to get to the point where he could endure this so easily. Besides, I wanted to keep him talking; the conversation kept my mind off the queasy feeling in my stomach.
His dark eyes were calm and thoughtful as he answered. “Hmm. What I enjoy the very most is when my… enhanced abilities let me save someone who would otherwise have been lost. It’s pleasant knowing that, thanks to what I can do, some people’s lives are better because I exist even the sense of smell us a useful diagnostic tool at times.” one side of his mouth pulled up in half a smile.
I mulled that over while he poked around, making sure all the glass splinters were gone. Then he rummaged in his bad for new tools, and I tried not to picture a needle and thread.
“You try very hard to make up for something that was never your fault,” I suggested while a new kind of tugging started at the edges of my skin. “What I mean is, it’s not like you asked for this. You didn’t choose this kind of life, and yet you have to work so hard to be good.”
“I don’t know that I’m making up for anything,” he disagreed lightly. “Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given.”
“That makes it sound too easy.”
He examined my arm again. “There,” he sinabi snipping a thread. “All done.” He wiped an oversized Q-tip, dripping with some syrup-colored liquid, thoroughly across the operation site. The smell was strange; it made my head spin. The syrup stained my skin.
“In the beginning, though,” I pressed with he taped another long piece of gauze securely in place, sealing it to my skin. “Why did you even think to try a different way than the obvious one?”
His lips turned up in a private smile. “Hasn’t Edward told you this story?”
“Yes. But I’m trying to understand what you were thinking….”
His face was suddenly serious again, and I wondered if his thoughts had gone to the same place that mine had. Wondering what I would be thinking when - I refused to think if - it was me.
sa pamamagitan ng Michael Inbar
TODAYshow.com contributor
Names from Stephanie Meyer’s series of vampire novels and their hit film spin-offs sank their teeth into the listahan of most popular baby names this year, with Jacob and Isabella (the long form of Bella, Meyer’s heroine) topping the respective lists for boys and girls, and Cullen rising faster than any other boy’s name.
While Jacob held sway for the 11th consecutive taon as the most popular baby boy name in the U.S., Isabella edged out last year’s most popular girl name, Emma, in the listahan compiled annually sa pamamagitan ng the Social Security Administration.
The list, released Friday, showed some movement from the 2008 list: Jayden and Noah climbed into the tuktok 10 for boy names, while Mia made a bow in the girl tuktok 10 list.
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This scene is very revealing because we can see the bracelet that Jacob gave Bella plus the bite mark left sa pamamagitan ng James and finally the ring, too.
Remember that this ring is very special because it belonged to Elizabeth Masen, the biological mother of Edward, so it has a lot of sentimental value.
The ring is gorgeous, with tons of diamonds. It shows the true pag-ibig that Edward has for Bella, and that he wants to spend eternity with her.
Of course, the ring scene in the book and movie is one of the most romantic and emotional of the Twilight series.
10 Ways to Annoy Rosalie Hale:
10. Tell her that, because everyone thinks she and Jasper are twins, they should get together. When she asks why, say that Incest is in at the moment.
9. Call her “Ice Queen” behind her back and to her face.
8. Whenever she argues anything, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
7. Claim that being a human ain’t so great.
6. When she argues the above claim, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
5. Try to exorcise her and her evil ways.
4. Tell everyone that Edward didn’t go to Italy because Rosalie sinabi Bella was dead – he went to Italy because he envisioned Rosalie’s ugly face.
3. Call her “Hoe-salie” at least once, to her face.
2. Remind her that Edward chose a pathetic human girl over her.
And the Number One way to annoy Rosalie Hale?
1. Steal her silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Roxanne” sa pamamagitan ng The Police. When she asks why the hell you did it, say that she reminds you of Roxanne.
10. Tell her that, because everyone thinks she and Jasper are twins, they should get together. When she asks why, say that Incest is in at the moment.
9. Call her “Ice Queen” behind her back and to her face.
8. Whenever she argues anything, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
7. Claim that being a human ain’t so great.
6. When she argues the above claim, respond with “Whatever, bimbo.”
5. Try to exorcise her and her evil ways.
4. Tell everyone that Edward didn’t go to Italy because Rosalie sinabi Bella was dead – he went to Italy because he envisioned Rosalie’s ugly face.
3. Call her “Hoe-salie” at least once, to her face.
2. Remind her that Edward chose a pathetic human girl over her.
And the Number One way to annoy Rosalie Hale?
1. Steal her silver cell phone and change the ringtone to “Roxanne” sa pamamagitan ng The Police. When she asks why the hell you did it, say that she reminds you of Roxanne.
9. “Superstitious old man.” (Page 239)
8. “Pretty crazy stuff, though, isn’t it? No wonder my dad doesn’t want us to talk about it anymore.” (Page 126)
7. “So do you think we’re a bunch of superstitious natives or what?” (Page 126)
6. “I guess I just violated the treaty.” (Page 126)
5. “You wouldn’t happen to know where I could get my hands on a master cylinder for a 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit?” (Page 120)
4. “I swear the old man is losing his mind.” (Page 490)
3. “Can you believe my dad paid me twenty bucks to come to your prom?” (Page 490)
2. “I don’t think a tank could take out that old monster.” (Page 120)
1. “So, should I tell him you sinabi to butt the hell out?” (Page 492)
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