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暮光之城1-Twilight-10

作者:斯蒂芬妮·梅尔 字数:25774 更新:2023-10-09 20:03:59

tints in her light brown hair. I complimented them both generously and  helped by returning the rejects to their racks. The whole process was  much shorter and easier than similar trips I'd taken with Renée at home.  I guess there was something to be said for limited choices.  We headed over to shoes and accessories. While they tried things on I  merely watched and critiqued, not in the mood to shop for myself, though  I did need new shoes. The girls'-night high was wearing off in the wake  of my annoyance at Tyler, leaving room for the gloom to move back in.  "Angela?" I began, hesitant, while she was trying on a pair of pink  strappy heels — she was overjoyed to have a date tall enough that she  could wear high heels at all.  Jessica had drifted to the jewelry counter and we were alone.  "Yes?" She held her leg out, twisting her ankle to get a better view of  the shoe.  I chickened out. "I like those."  "I think I'll get them — though they'll never match anything but the one  dress," she mused.  "Oh, go ahead — they're on sale," I encouraged. She smiled, putting the  lid back on a box that contained more practical-looking off-white shoes.  I tried again. "Um, Angela…" She looked up curiously.  "Is it normal for the… Cullens" — I kept my eyes on the shoes — "to be  out of school a lot?" I failed miserably in my attempt to sound  nonchalant.  "Yes, when the weather is good they go backpacking all the time — even  the doctor. They're all real outdoorsy," she told me quietly, examining  her shoes, too. She didn't ask one question, let alone the hundreds that  Jessica would have unleashed. I was beginning to really like Angela.  "Oh." I let the subject drop as Jessica returned to show us the  rhinestone jewelry she'd found to match her silver shoes.  We planned to go to dinner at a little Italian restaurant on the  boardwalk, but the dress shopping hadn't taken as long as we'd expected.  Jess and Angela were going to take their clothes back to the car and then  walk down to the bay. I told them I would meet them at the restaurant in  an hour — I wanted to look for a bookstore. They were both willing to  come with me, but I encouraged them to go have fun — they didn't know how  preoccupied I could get when surrounded by books; it was something I  preferred to do alone. They walked off to the car chattering happily, and  I headed in the direction Jess pointed out.  I had no trouble finding the bookstore, but it wasn't what I was looking  for. The windows were full of crystals, dream-catchers, and books about  spiritual healing. I didn't even go inside. Through the glass I could see  a fifty-year-old woman with long, gray hair worn straight down her back,  clad in a dress right out of the sixties, smiling welcomingly from behind  the counter. I decided that was one conversation I could skip. There had  to be a normal bookstore in town.  I meandered through the streets, which were filling up with  end-of-the-workday traffic, and hoped I was headed toward downtown. I  wasn't paying as much attention as I should to where I was going; I was  wrestling with despair. I was trying so hard not to think about him, and  what Angela had said… and more than anything trying to beat down my hopes  for Saturday, fearing a disappointment more painful than the rest, when I  looked up to see someone's silver Volvo parked along the street and it  all came crashing down on me. Stupid, unreliable vampire, I thought to  myself.  I stomped along in a southerly direction, toward some glass-fronted shops  that looked promising. But when I got to them, they were just a repair  shop and a vacant space. I still had too much time to go looking for Jess  and Angela yet, and I definitely needed to get my mood in hand before I  met back up with them. I ran my fingers through my hair a couple of times  and took some deep breaths before I continued around the corner.  I started to realize, as I crossed another road, that I was going the  wrong direction. The little foot traffic I had seen was going north, and  it looked like the buildings here were mostly warehouses. I decided to  turn east at the next corner, and then loop around after a few blocks and  try my luck on a different street on my way back to the boardwalk.  A group of four men turned around the corner I was heading for, dressed  too casually to be heading home from the office, but they were too grimy  to be tourists. As they approached me, I realized they weren't too many  years older than I was. They were joking loudly among themselves,  laughing raucously and punching each other's arms. I scooted as far to  the inside of the sidewalk as I could to give them room, walking swiftly,  looking past them to the corner.  "Hey, there!" one of them called as they passed, and he had to be talking  to me since no one else was around. I glanced up automatically. Two of  them had paused, the other two were slowing. The closest, a heavyset,  dark-haired man in his early twenties, seemed to be the one who had  spoken. He was wearing a flannel shirt open over a dirty t-shirt, cut-off  jeans, and sandals. He took half a step toward me.  "Hello," I mumbled, a knee-jerk reaction. Then I quickly looked away and  walked faster toward the corner. I could hear them laughing at full  volume behind me.  "Hey, wait!" one of them called after me again, but I kept my head down  and rounded the corner with a sigh of relief. I could still hear them  chortling behind me.  I found myself on a sidewalk leading past the backs of several  somber-colored warehouses, each with large bay doors for unloading  trucks, padlocked for the night. The south side of the street had no  sidewalk, only a chain-link fence topped with barbed wire protecting some  kind of engine parts storage yard. I'd wandered far past the part of Port  Angeles that I, as a guest, was intended to see. It was getting dark, I  realized, the clouds finally returning, piling up on the western horizon,  creating an early sunset. The eastern sky was still clear, but graying,  shot through with streaks of pink and orange. I'd left my jacket in the  car, and a sudden shiver made me cross my arms tightly across my chest. A  single van passed me, and then the road was empty.  The sky suddenly darkened further, and, as I looked over my shoulder to  glare at the offending cloud, I realized with a shock that two men were  walking quietly twenty feet behind me.  They were from the same group I'd passed at the corner, though neither  was the dark one who'd spoken to me. I turned my head forward at once,  quickening my pace. A chill that had nothing to do with the weather made  me shiver again. My purse was on a shoulder strap and I had it slung  across my body, the way you were supposed to wear it so it wouldn't get  snatched. I knew exactly where my pepper spray was — still in my duffle  bag under the bed, never unpacked. I didn't have much money with me, just  a twenty and some ones, and I thought about "accidentally" dropping my  bag and walking away. But a small, frightened voice in the back of my  mind warned me that they might be something worse than thieves.  I listened intently to their quiet footsteps, which were much too quiet  when compared to the boisterous noise they'd been making earlier, and it  didn't sound like they were speeding up, or getting any closer to me.  Breathe, I had to remind myself. You don't know they're following you. I  continued to walk as quickly as I could without actually running,  focusing on the right-hand turn that was only a few yards away from me  now. I could hear them, staying as far back as they'd been before. A blue  car turned onto the street from the south and drove quickly past me. I  thought of jumping out in front of it, but I hesitated, inhibited, unsure  that I was really being pursued, and then it was too late.  I reached the corner, but a swift glance revealed that it was only a  blind drive to the back of another building. I was half-turned in  anticipation; I had to hurriedly correct and dash across the narrow  drive, back to the sidewalk. The street ended at the next corner, where  there was a stop sign. I concentrated on the faint footsteps behind me,  deciding whether or not to run. They sounded farther back, though, and I  knew they could outrun me in any case. I was sure to trip and go  sprawling if I tried to go any faster. The footfalls were definitely  farther back. I risked a quick glance over my shoulder, and they were  maybe forty feet back now, I saw with relief. But they were both staring  at me.  It seemed to take forever for me to get to the corner. I kept my pace  steady, the men behind me falling ever so slightly farther behind with  every step. Maybe they realized they had scared me and were sorry. I saw  two cars going north pass the intersection I was heading for, and I  exhaled in relief. There would be more people around once I got off this  deserted street. I skipped around the corner with a grateful sigh.  And skidded to a stop.  The street was lined on both sides by blank, doorless, windowless walls.  I could see in the distance, two intersections down, streetlamps, cars,  and more pedestrians, but they were all too far away. Because lounging  against the western building, midway down the street, were the other two  men from the group, both watching with excited smiles as I froze dead on  the sidewalk. I realized then that I wasn't being followed.  I was being herded.  I paused for only a second, but it felt like a very long time. I turned  then and darted to the other side of the road. I had a sinking feeling  that it was a wasted attempt. The footsteps behind me were louder now.  "There you are!" The booming voice of the stocky, dark-haired man  shattered the intense quiet and made me jump. In the gathering darkness,  it seemed like he was looking past me.  "Yeah," a voice called loudly from behind me, making me jump again as I  tried to hurry down the street. "We just took a little detour."  My steps had to slow now. I was closing the distance between myself and  the lounging pair too quickly. I had a good loud scream, and I sucked in  air, preparing to use it, but my throat was so dry I wasn't sure how much  volume I could manage. With a quick movement I slipped my purse over my  head, gripping the strap with one hand, ready to surrender it or use it  as weapon as need demanded.  The thickset man shrugged away from the wall as I warily came to a stop,  and walked slowly into the street.  "Stay away from me," I warned in a voice that was supposed to sound  strong and fearless. But I was right about the dry throat — no volume.  "Don't be like that, sugar," he called, and the raucous laughter started  again behind me.  I braced myself, feet apart, trying to remember through my panic what  little self-defense I knew. Heel of the hand thrust upward, hopefully  breaking the nose or shoving it into the brain. Finger through the eye  socket — try to hook around and pop the eye out. And the standard knee to  the groin, of course. That same pessimistic voice in my mind spoke up  then, reminding me that I probably wouldn't have a chance against one of  them, and there were four. Shut up! I commanded the voice before terror  could incapacitate me. I wasn't going out without taking someone with me.  I tried to swallow so I could build up a decent scream.  Headlights suddenly flew around the corner, the car almost hitting the  stocky one, forcing him to jump back toward the sidewalk. I dove into the  road — this car was going to stop, or have to hit me. But the silver car  unexpectedly fishtailed around, skidding to a stop with the passenger  door open just a few feet from me.  "Get in," a furious voice commanded.  It was amazing how instantaneously the choking fear vanished, amazing how  suddenly the feeling of security washed over me — even before I was off  the street — as soon as I heard his voice. I jumped into the seat,  slamming the door shut behind me.  It was dark in the car, no light had come on with the opening of the  door, and I could barely see his face in the glow from the dashboard. The  tires squealed as he spun around to face north, accelerating too quickly,  swerving toward the stunned men on the street. I caught a glimpse of them  diving for the sidewalk as we straightened out and sped toward the harbor.  "Put on your seat belt," he commanded, and I realized I was clutching the  seat with both hands. I quickly obeyed; the snap as the belt connected  was loud in the darkness. He took a sharp left, racing forward, blowing  through several stop signs without a pause.  But I felt utterly safe and, for the moment, totally unconcerned about  where we were going. I stared at his face in profound relief, relief that  went beyond my sudden deliverance. I studied his flawless features in the  limited light, waiting for my breath to return to normal, until it  occurred to me that his expression was murderously angry.  "Are you okay?" I asked, surprised at how hoarse my voice sounded.  "No," he said curtly, and his tone was livid.  I sat in silence, watching his face while his blazing eyes stared  straight ahead, until the car came to a sudden stop. I glanced around,  but it was too dark to see anything beside the vague outline of dark  trees crowding the roadside. We weren't in town anymore.  "Bella?" he asked, his voice tight, controlled.  "Yes?" My voice was still rough. I tried to clear my throat quietly.  "Are you all right?" He still didn't look at me, but the fury was plain  on his face.  "Yes," I croaked softly.  "Distract me, please," he ordered.  "I'm sorry, what?"  He exhaled sharply.  "Just prattle about something unimportant until I calm down," he  clarified, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose with his  thumb and forefinger.  "Um." I wracked my brain for something trivial. "I'm going to run over  Tyler Crowley tomorrow before school?"  He was still squeezing his eyes closed, but the corner of his mouth  twitched.  "Why?"  "He's telling everyone that he's taking me to prom — either he's insane  or he's still trying to make up for almost killing me last… well, you  remember it, and he thinks prom is somehow the correct way to do this. So  I figure if I endanger his life, then we're even, and he can't keep  trying to make amends. I don't need enemies and maybe Lauren would back  off if he left me alone. I might have to total his Sentra, though. If he  doesn't have a ride he can't take anyone to prom…" I babbled on.  "I heard about that." He sounded a bit more composed.  "You did?" I asked in disbelief, my previous irritation flaring. "If he's  paralyzed from the neck down, he can't go to the prom, either," I  muttered, refining my plan.  Edward sighed, and finally opened his eyes.  "Better?"  "Not really."  I waited, but he didn't speak again. He leaned his head back against the  seat, staring at the ceiling of the car. His face was rigid.  "What's wrong?" My voice came out in a whisper.  "Sometimes I have a problem with my temper, Bella." He was whispering,  too, and as he stared out the window, his eyes narrowed into slits. "But  it wouldn't be helpful for me to turn around and hunt down those…" He  didn't finish his sentence, looking away, struggling for a moment to  control his anger again. "At least," he continued, "that's what I'm  trying to convince myself."  "Oh." The word seemed inadequate, but I couldn't think of a better  response.  We sat in silence again. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was  past six-thirty.  "Jessica and Angela will be worried," I murmured. "I was supposed to meet  them."  He started the engine without another word, turning around smoothly and  speeding back toward town. We were under the streetlights in no time at  all, still going too fast, weaving with ease through the cars slowly  cruising the boardwalk. He parallel-parked against the curb in a space I  would have thought much too small for the Volvo, but he slid in  effortlessly in one try. I looked out the window to see the lights of La  Bella Italia, and Jess and Angela just leaving, pacing anxiously away  from us.  "How did you know where… ?" I began, but then I just shook my head. I  heard the door open and turned to see him getting out.  "What are you doing?" I asked.  "I'm taking you to dinner." He smiled slightly, but his eyes were hard.  He stepped out of the car and slammed the door. I fumbled with my seat  belt, and then hurried to get out of the car as well. He was waiting for  me on the sidewalk.  He spoke before I could. "Go stop Jessica and Angela before I have to  track them down, too. I don't think I could restrain myself if I ran into  your other friends again."  I shivered at the threat in his voice.  "Jess! Angela!" I yelled after them, waving when they turned. They rushed  back to me, the pronounced relief on both their faces simultaneously  changing to surprise as they saw who I was standing next to. They  hesitated a few feet from us.  "Where have you been?" Jessica's voice was suspicious.  "I got lost," I admitted sheepishly. "And then I ran into Edward." I  gestured toward him.  "Would it be all right if I joined you?" he asked in his silken,  irresistible voice. I could see from their staggered expressions that he  had never unleashed his talents on them before.  "Er… sure," Jessica breathed.  "Um, actually, Bella, we already ate while we were waiting — sorry,"  Angela confessed.  "That's fine — I'm not hungry." I shrugged.  "I think you should eat something." Edward's voice was low, but full of  authority. He looked up at Jessica and spoke slightly louder. "Do you  mind if I drive Bella home tonight? That way you won't have to wait while  she eats."  "Uh, no problem, I guess…" She bit her lip, trying to figure out from my  expression whether that was what I wanted. I winked at her. I wanted  nothing more than to be alone with my perpetual savior. There were so  many questions that I couldn't bombard him with till we were by ourselves.  "Okay." Angela was quicker than Jessica. "See you tomorrow, Bella…  Edward." She grabbed Jessica's hand and pulled her toward the car, which  I could see a little ways away, parked across First Street. As they got  in, Jess turned and waved, her face eager with curiosity. I waved back,  waiting for them to drive away before I turned to face him.  "Honestly, I'm not hungry," I insisted, looking up to scrutinize his  face. His expression was unreadable.  "Humor me."  He walked to the door of the restaurant and held it open with an  obstinate expression. Obviously, there would be no further discussion. I  walked past him into the restaurant with a resigned sigh.  The restaurant wasn't crowded — it was the off-season in Port Angeles.  The host was female, and I understood the look in her eyes as she  assessed Edward. She welcomed him a little more warmly than necessary. I  was surprised by how much that bothered me. She was several inches taller  than I was, and unnaturally blond.  "A table for two?" His voice was alluring, whether he was aiming for that  or not. I saw her eyes flicker to me and then away, satisfied by my  obvious ordinariness, and by the cautious, no-contact space Edward kept  between us. She led us to a table big enough for four in the center of  the most crowded area of the dining floor.  I was about to sit, but Edward shook his head at me.  "Perhaps something more private?" he insisted quietly to the host. I  wasn't sure, but it looked like he smoothly handed her a tip. I'd never  seen anyone refuse a table except in old movies.  "Sure." She sounded as surprised as I was. She turned and led us around a  partition to a small ring of booths — all of them empty. "How's this?"  "Perfect." He flashed his gleaming smile, dazing her momentarily.  "Um" — she shook her head, blinking — "your server will be right out."  She walked away unsteadily.  "You really shouldn't do that to people," I criticized. "It's hardly  fair."  "Do what?"  "Dazzle them like that — she's probably hyperventilating in the kitchen  right now."  He seemed confused.  "Oh, come on," I said dubiously. "You have to know the effect you have on  people."  He tilted his head to one side, and his eyes were curious. "I dazzle  people?"  "You haven't noticed? Do you think everybody gets their way so easily?"  He ignored my questions. "Do I dazzle you?"  "Frequently," I admitted.  And then our server arrived, her face expectant. The hostess had  definitely dished behind the scenes, and this new girl didn't look  disappointed. She flipped a strand of short black hair behind one ear and  smiled with unnecessary warmth.  "Hello. My name is Amber, and I'll be your server tonight. What can I get  you to drink?" I didn't miss that she was speaking only to him.  He looked at me.  "I'll have a Coke." It sounded like a question.  "Two Cokes," he said.  "I'll be right back with that," she assured him with another unnecessary  smile. But he didn't see it. He was watching me.  "What?" I asked when she left.  His eyes stayed fixed on my face. "How are you feeling?"  "I'm fine," I replied, surprised by his intensity.  "You don't feel dizzy, sick, cold… ?"  "Should I?"  He chuckled at my puzzled tone.  "Well, I'm actually waiting for you to go into shock." His face twisted  up into that perfect crooked smile.  "I don't think that will happen," I said after I could breathe again.  "I've always been very good at repressing unpleasant things."  "Just the same, I'll feel better when you have some sugar and food in  you."  Right on cue, the waitress appeared with our drinks and a basket of  breadsticks. She stood with her back to me as she placed them on the  table.  "Are you ready to order?" she asked Edward.  "Bella?" he asked. She turned unwillingly toward me.  I picked the first thing I saw on the menu. "Um… I'll have the mushroom  ravioli."  "And you?" She turned back to him with a smile.  "Nothing for me," he said. Of course not.  "Let me know if you change your mind." The coy smile was still in place,  but he wasn't looking at her, and she left dissatisfied.  "Drink," he ordered.  I sipped at my soda obediently, and then drank more deeply, surprised by  how thirsty I was. I realized I had finished the whole thing when he  pushed his glass toward me.  "Thanks," I muttered, still thirsty. The cold from the icy soda was  radiating through my chest, and I shivered.  "Are you cold?"  "It's just the Coke," I explained, shivering again.  "Don't you have a jacket?" His voice was disapproving.  "Yes." I looked at the empty bench next to me. "Oh — I left it in  Jessica's car," I realized.  Edward was shrugging out of his jacket. I suddenly realized that I had  never once noticed what he was wearing — not just tonight, but ever. I  just couldn't seem to look away from his face. I made myself look now,  focusing. He was removing a light beige leather jacket now; underneath he  wore an ivory turtleneck sweater. It fit him snugly, emphasizing how  muscular his chest was.  He handed me the jacket, interrupting my ogling.  "Thanks," I said again, sliding my arms into his jacket. It was cold —  the way my jacket felt when I first picked it up in the morning, hanging  in the drafty hallway. I shivered again. It smelled amazing. I inhaled,  trying to identify the delicious scent. It didn't smell like cologne. The  sleeves were much too long; I shoved them back so I could free my hands.  "That color blue looks lovely with your skin," he said, watching me. I  was surprised; I looked down, flushing, of course.  He pushed the bread basket toward me.  "Really, I'm not going into shock," I protested.  "You should be — a normal person would be. You don't even look shaken."  He seemed unsettled. He stared into my eyes, and I saw how light his eyes  were, lighter than I'd ever seen them, golden butterscotch.  "I feel very safe with you," I confessed, mesmerized into telling the  truth again.  That displeased him; his alabaster brow furrowed. He shook his head,  frowning.  "This is more complicated than I'd planned," he murmured to himself.

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