Moments from the book Twilight

Part 5!

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""I wish," he whispered, "I wish you could feel the… complexity… the
confusion… I feel. That you could understand."
He raised his hand to my hair, then carefully brushed it across my face.
"Tell me," I breathed.
"I don't think I can. I've told you, on the one hand, the hunger — the thirst —
that, deplorable creature that I am, I feel for you. And I think you can understand
that, to an extent. Though" — he half-smiled — "as you are not addicted to any
illegal substances, you probably can't empathize completely."
"But…" His fingers touched my lips lightly, making me shiver again. "There are
other hungers. Hungers I don't even understand, that are foreign to me."
"I may understand that better than you think."
"I'm not used to feeling so human. Is it always like this?"
"For me?" I paused. "No, never. Never before this."
He held my hands between his. They felt so feeble in his iron strength.
"I don't know how to be close to you," he admitted. "I don't know if I can."
I leaned forward very slowly, cautioning him with my eyes. I placed my cheek
against his stone chest. I could hear his breath, and nothing else.
"This is enough," I sighed, closing my eyes.
In a very human gesture, he put his arms around me and pressed his face against
my hair.
"You're better at this than you give yourself credit for," I noted.
"I have human instincts — they may be buried deep, but they're there."
We sat like that for another immeasurable moment; I wondered if he could be as
unwilling to move as I was. But I could see the light was fading, the shadows of
the forest beginning to touch us, and I sighed.
"You have to go."
"I thought you couldn't read my mind."
"It's getting clearer." I could hear a smile in his voice.
He took my shoulders and I looked into his face.
"Can I show you something?" he asked, sudden excitement flaring in his eyes.
"Show me what?"
"I'll show you how I travel in the forest." He saw my expression. "Don't worry,
you'll be very safe, and we'll get to your truck much faster." His mouth twitched
up into that crooked smile so beautiful my heart nearly stopped.
"Will you turn into a bat?" I asked warily.
He laughed, louder than I'd ever heard. "Like I haven't heard that one before!"
"Right, I'm sure you get that all the time."
"Come on, little coward, climb on my back."
I waited to see if he was kidding, but, apparently, he meant it. He smiled as he
read my hesitation, and reached for me. My heart reacted; even though he
couldn't hear my thoughts, my pulse always gave me away. He then proceeded to
sling me onto his back, with very little effort on my part, besides, when in place,
clamping my legs and arms so tightly around him that it would choke a normal
person. It was like clinging to a stone.
"I'm a bit heavier than your average backpack," I warned.
"Hah!" he snorted. I could almost hear his eyes rolling. I'd never seen him in
such high spirits before.
He startled me, suddenly grabbing my hand, pressing my palm to his face, and
inhaling deeply.
"Easier all the time," he muttered.
And then he was running.
If I'd ever feared death before in his presence, it was nothing compared to how I
felt now.
He streaked through the dark, thick underbrush of the forest like a bullet, like a
ghost. There was no sound, no evidence that his feet touched the earth. His
breathing never changed, never indicated any effort. But the trees flew by at
deadly speeds, always missing us by inches.
I was too terrified to close my eyes, though the cool forest air whipped against
my face and burned them. I felt as if I were stupidly sticking my head out the
window of an airplane in flight. And, for the first time in my life, I felt the dizzy
faintness of motion sickness.
Then it was over. We'd hiked hours this morning to reach Edward's meadow, and
now, in a matter of minutes, we were back to the truck.
"Exhilarating, isn't it?" His voice was high, excited.
He stood motionless, waiting for me to climb down. I tried, but my muscles
wouldn't respond. My arms and legs stayed locked around him while my head
spun uncomfortably.
"Bella?" he asked, anxious now.
"I think I need to lie down," I gasped.
"Oh, sorry." He waited for me, but I still couldn't move.
"I think I need help," I admitted.
He laughed quietly, and gently unloosened my stranglehold on his neck. There
was no resisting the iron strength of his hands. Then he pulled me around to face
him, cradling me in his arms like a small child. He held me for a moment, then
carefully placed me on the springy ferns.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
I couldn't be sure how I felt when my head was spinning so crazily. "Dizzy, I
think."
"Put your head between your knees."
I tried that, and it helped a little. I breathed in and out slowly, keeping my head
very still. I felt him sitting beside me. The moments passed, and eventually I
found that I could raise my head. There was a hollow ringing sound in my ears.
"I guess that wasn't the best idea," he mused.
I tried to be positive, but my voice was weak. "No, it was very interesting."
"Hah! You're as white as a ghost — no, you're as white as me!"
"I think I should have closed my eyes."
"Remember that next time."
"Next time!" I groaned.
He laughed, his mood still radiant.
"Show-off," I muttered.
"Open your eyes, Bella," he said quietly.
And he was right there, his face so close to mine. His beauty stunned my mind
— it was too much, an excess I couldn't grow accustomed to.
"I was thinking, while I was running…" He paused.
"About not hitting the trees, I hope."
"Silly Bella," he chuckled. "Running is second nature to me, it's not something I
have to think about."
"Show-off," I muttered again.
He smiled.
"No," he continued, "I was thinking there was something I wanted to try." And
he took my face in his hands again." -pages 277 to 282

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