The Twilight Saga Collection

by Stephenie Meyer

  “We haven’t actually addressed that angle,” Edward went on. “We’ve been trying to get Bella what she needs. And her body is accepting it about as well as one of ours would. Perhaps we should address the needs of the… fetus first. Maybe if we can satisfy it, we’ll be able to help her more effectively.”

  “I’m not following you, Edward,” Carlisle said.

  “Think about it, Carlisle. If that creature is more vampire than human, can’t you guess what it craves—what it’s not getting? Jacob did.”

  I did? I ran through the conversation, trying to remember what thoughts I’d kept to myself. I remembered at the same time that Carlisle understood.

  “Oh,” he said in a surprised tone. “You think it is… thirsty?”

  Rosalie hissed under her breath. She wasn’t suspicious anymore. Her revoltingly perfect face was all lit up, her eyes wide with excitement. “Of course,” she muttered. “Carlisle, we have all that type O negative laid aside for Bella. It’s a good idea,” she added, not looking at me.

  “Hmm.” Carlisle put his hand to his chin, lost in thought. “I wonder… And then, what would be the best way to administer. . . .”

  Rosalie shook her head. “We don’t have time to be creative. I’d say we should start with the traditional way.”

  “Wait a minute,” I whispered. “Just hold on. Are you—are you talking about making Bella drink blood?”

  “It was your idea, dog,” Rosalie said, scowling at me without ever quite looking at me.

  I ignored her and watched Carlisle. That same ghost of hope that had been in Edward’s face was now in the doctor’s eyes. He pursed his lips, speculating.

  “That’s just . . .” I couldn’t find the right word.

  “Monstrous?” Edward suggested. “Repulsive?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “But what if it helps her?” he whispered.

  I shook my head angrily. “What are you gonna do, shove a tube down her throat?”

  “I plan to ask her what she thinks. I just wanted to run it past Carlisle first.”

  Rosalie nodded. “If you tell her it might help the baby, she’ll be willing to do anything. Even if we do have to feed them through a tube.”

  I realized then—when I heard how her voice got all loveydovey as she said the word baby—that Blondie would be in line with anything that helped the little life-sucking monster. Was that what was going on, the mystery factor that was bonding the two of them? Was Rosalie after the kid?

  From the corner of my eye, I saw Edward nod once, absently, not looking in my direction. But I knew he was answering my questions.

  Huh. I wouldn’t have thought the ice-cold Barbie would have a maternal side. So much for protecting Bella—Rosalie’d probably jam the tube down Bella’s throat herself.

  Edward’s mouth mashed into a hard line, and I knew I was right again.

  “Well, we don’t have time to sit around discussing this,” Rosalie said impatiently. “What do you think, Carlisle? Can we try?”

  Carlisle took a deep breath, and then he was on his feet. “We’ll ask Bella.”

  Blondie smiled smugly—sure that, if it was up to Bella, she would get her way.

  I dragged myself up from the stairs and followed after them as they disappeared into the house. I wasn’t sure why. Just morbid curiosity, maybe. It was like a horror movie. Monsters and blood all over the place.

  Maybe I just couldn’t resist another hit of my dwindling drug supply.

  Bella lay flat on the hospital bed, her belly a mountain under the sheet. She looked like wax—colorless and sort of see-through. You’d think she was already dead, except for the tiny movement of her chest, her shallow breathing. And then her eyes, following the four of us with exhausted suspicion.

  The others were at her side already, flitting across the room with sudden darting motions. It was creepy to watch. I ambled along at a slow walk.

  “What’s going on?” Bella demanded in a scratchy whisper. Her waxy hand twitched up—like she was trying to protect her balloon-shaped stomach.

  “Jacob had an idea that might help you,” Carlisle said. I wished he would leave me out of it. I hadn’t suggested anything. Give the credit to her bloodsucking husband, where it belonged. “It won’t be… pleasant, but—”

  “But it will help the baby,” Rosalie interrupted eagerly. “We’ve thought of a better way to feed him. Maybe.”

  Bella’s eyelids fluttered. Then she coughed out a weak chuckle. “Not pleasant?” she whispered. “Gosh, that’ll be such a change.” She eyed the tube stuck into her arm and coughed again.

  Blondie laughed with her.

  The girl looked like she only had hours left, and she had to be in pain, but she was making jokes. So Bella. Trying to ease the tension, make it better for everyone else.

  Edward stepped around Rosalie, no humor touching his intense expression. I was glad for that. It helped, just a little bit, that he was suffering worse than me. He took her hand, not the one that was still protecting her swollen belly.

  “Bella, love, we’re going to ask you to do something monstrous,” he said, using the same adjectives he’d offered me. “Repulsive.”

  Well, at least he was giving it to her straight.

  She took a shallow, fluttery breath. “How bad?”

  Carlisle answered. “We think the fetus might have an appetite closer to ours than to yours. We think it’s thirsty.”

  She blinked. “Oh. Oh.”

  “Your condition—both of your conditions—are deteriorating rapidly. We don’t have time to waste, to come up with more palatable ways to do this. The fastest way to test the theory—”

  “I’ve got to drink it,” she whispered. She nodded slightly—barely enough energy for a little head bob. “I can do that. Practice for the future, right?” Her colorless lips stretched into a faint grin as she looked at Edward. He didn’t smile back.

  Rosalie started tapping her toe impatiently. The sound was really irritating. I wondered what she would do if I threw her through a wall right now.

  “So, who’s going to catch me a grizzly bear?” Bella whispered.

  Carlisle and Edward exchanged a quick glance. Rosalie stopped tapping.

  “What?” Bella asked.

  “It will be a more effective test if we don’t cut corners, Bella,” Carlisle said.

  “If the fetus is craving blood,” Edward explained, “it’s not craving animal blood.”

  “It won’t make a difference to you, Bella. Don’t think about it,” Rosalie encouraged.

  Bella’s eyes widened. “Who?” she breathed, and her gaze flickered to me.

  “I’m not here as a donor, Bells,” I grumbled. “’Sides, it’s human blood that thing’s after, and I don’t think mine applies—”

  “We have blood on hand,” Rosalie told her, talking over me before I’d finished, like I wasn’t there. “For you—just in case. Don’t worry about anything at all. It’s going to be fine. I have a good feeling about this, Bella. I think the baby will be so much better.”

  Bella’s hand ran across her stomach.

  “Well,” she rasped, barely audible. “I’m starving, so I’ll bet he is, too.” Trying to make another joke. “Let’s go for it. My first vampire act.”

  13. GOOD THING I’VE GOT A STRONG STOMACH

  Carlisle and Rosalie were off in a flash, darting upstairs. I could hear them debating whether they should warm it up for her. Ugh. I wondered what all house-of-horrors stuff they kept around here. Fridge full of blood, check. What else? Torture chamber? Coffin room?

  Edward stayed, holding Bella’s hand. His face was dead again. He didn’t seem to have the energy to keep up even that little hint of hope he’d had before. They stared into each other’s eyes, but not in a gooey way. It was like they were having a conversation. Kind of reminded me of Sam and Emily.

  No, it wasn’t gooey, but that only made it harder to watch.

  I knew what it was like for Leah, having to see th
at all the time. Having to hear it in Sam’s head. Of course we all felt bad for her, we weren’t monsters—in that sense, anyway. But I guess we’d blamed her for how she handled it. Lashing out at everyone, trying to make us all as miserable as she was.

  I would never blame her again. How could anyone help spreading this kind of misery around? How could anyone not try to ease some of the burden by shoving a little piece of it off on someone else?

  And if it meant that I had to have a pack, how could I blame her for taking my freedom? I would do the same. If there was a way to escape this pain, I’d take it, too.

  Rosalie darted downstairs after a second, flying through the room like a sharp breeze, stirring up the burning smell. She stopped inside the kitchen, and I heard the creak of a cupboard door.

  “Not clear, Rosalie,” Edward murmured. He rolled his eyes.

  Bella looked curious, but Edward just shook his head at her.

  Rosalie blew back through the room and disappeared again.

  “This was your idea?” Bella whispered, her voice rough as she strained to make it loud enough for me to hear. Forgetting that I could hear just fine. I kind of liked how, a lot of the time, she seemed to forget that I wasn’t completely human. I moved closer, so that she wouldn’t have to work so hard.

  “Don’t blame me for this one. Your vampire was just picking snide comments out of my head.”

  She smiled a little. “I didn’t expect to see you again.”

  “Yeah, me, either,” I said.

  It felt weird just standing here, but the vampires had shoved all the furniture out of the way for the medical setup. I imagined that it didn’t bother them—sitting or standing didn’t make much difference when you were stone. Wouldn’t bother me much, either, except that I was so exhausted.

  “Edward told me what you had to do. I’m sorry.”

  “S’okay. It was probably only a matter of time till I snapped over something Sam wanted me to do,” I lied.

  “And Seth,” she whispered.

  “He’s actually happy to help.”

  “I hate causing you trouble.”

  I laughed once—more a bark than a laugh.

  She breathed a faint sigh. “I guess that’s nothing new, is it?”

  “No, not really.”

  “You don’t have to stay and watch this,” she said, barely mouthing the words.

  I could leave. It was probably a good idea. But if I did, with the way she looked right now, I could be missing the last fifteen minutes of her life.

  “I don’t really have anywhere else to go,” I told her, trying to keep the emotion out of my voice. “The wolf thing is a lot less appealing since Leah joined up.”

  “Leah?” she gasped.

  “You didn’t tell her?” I asked Edward.

  He just shrugged without moving his eyes from her face. I could see it wasn’t very exciting news to him, not something worth sharing with the more important events that were going down.

  Bella didn’t take it so lightly. It looked like it was bad news to her.

  “Why?” she breathed.

  I didn’t want to get into the whole novel-length version. “To keep an eye on Seth.”

  “But Leah hates us,” she whispered.

  Us. Nice. I could see that she was afraid, though.

  “Leah’s not going to bug anyone.” But me. “She’s in my pack”—I grimaced at the words—“so she follows my lead.” Ugh.

  Bella didn’t look convinced.

  “You’re scared of Leah, but you’re best buds with the psychopath blonde?”

  There was a low hiss from the second floor. Cool, she’d heard me.

  Bella frowned at me. “Don’t. Rose… understands.”

  “Yeah,” I grunted. “She understands that you’re gonna die and she doesn’t care, s’long as she gets her mutant spawn out of the deal.”

  “Stop being a jerk, Jacob,” she whispered.

  She looked too weak to get mad at. I tried to smile instead. “You say that like it’s possible.”

  Bella tried not to smile back for a second, but she couldn’t help it in the end; her chalky lips pulled up at the corners.

  And then Carlisle and the psycho in question were there. Carlisle had a white plastic cup in his hand—the kind with a lid and a bendy straw. Oh—not clear; now I got it. Edward didn’t want Bella to have to think about what she was doing any more than necessary. You couldn’t see what was in the cup at all. But I could smell it.

  Carlisle hesitated, the hand with the cup half-extended. Bella eyed it, looking scared again.

  “We could try another method,” Carlisle said quietly.

  “No,” Bella whispered. “No, I’ll try this first. We don’t have time. . . .”

  At first I thought she’d finally gotten a clue and was worried about herself, but then her hand fluttered feebly against her stomach.

  Bella reached out and took the cup from him. Her hand shook a little, and I could hear the sloshing from inside. She tried to prop herself up on one elbow, but she could barely lift her head. A whisper of heat brushed down my spine as I saw how frail she’d gotten in less than a day.

  Rosalie put her arm under Bella’s shoulders, supporting her head, too, like you did with a newborn. Blondie was all about the babies.

  “Thanks,” Bella whispered. Her eyes flickered around at us. Still aware enough to feel self-conscious. If she wasn’t so drained, I’d bet she’d’ve blushed.

  “Don’t mind them,” Rosalie murmured.

  It made me feel awkward. I should’ve left when Bella’d offered the chance. I didn’t belong here, being part of this. I thought about ducking out, but then I realized a move like that would only make this worse for Bella—make it harder for her to go through with it. She’d figure I was too disgusted to stay. Which was almost true.

  Still. While I wasn’t going to claim responsibility for this idea, I didn’t want to jinx it, either.

  Bella lifted the cup to her face and sniffed at the end of the straw. She flinched, and then made a face.

  “Bella, sweetheart, we can find an easier way,” Edward said, holding his hand out for the cup.

  “Plug your nose,” Rosalie suggested. She glared at Edward’s hand like she might take a snap at it. I wished she would. I bet Edward wouldn’t take that sitting down, and I’d love to see Blondie lose a limb.

  “No, that’s not it. It’s just that it—” Bella sucked in a deep breath. “It smells good,” she admitted in a tiny voice.

  I swallowed hard, fighting to keep the disgust off my face.

  “That’s a good thing,” Rosalie told Bella eagerly. “That means we’re on the right track. Give it a try.” Given Blondie’s new expression, I was surprised she didn’t break into a touchdown dance.

  Bella shoved the straw between her lips, squeezed her eyes shut, and wrinkled her nose. I could hear the blood slopping around in the cup again as her hand shook. She sipped at it for a second, and then moaned quietly with her eyes still closed.

  Edward and I stepped forward at the same time. He touched her face. I clenched my hands behind my back.

  “Bella, love—”

  “I’m okay,” she whispered. She opened her eyes and stared up at him. Her expression was… apologetic. Pleading. Scared. “It tastes good, too.”

  Acid churned in my stomach, threatening to overflow. I ground my teeth together.

  “That’s good,” Blondie repeated, still jazzed. “A good sign.”

  Edward just pressed his hand to her cheek, curling his fingers around the shape of her fragile bones.

  Bella sighed and put her lips to the straw again. She took a real pull this time. The action wasn’t as weak as everything else about her. Like some instinct was taking over.

  “How’s your stomach? Do you feel nauseated?” Carlisle asked.

  Bella shook her head. “No, I don’t feel sick,” she whispered. “There’s a first, eh?”

  Rosalie beamed. “Excellent.”

 
; “I think it’s a bit early for that, Rose,” Carlisle murmured.

  Bella gulped another mouthful of blood. Then she flashed a look at Edward. “Does this screw my total?” she whispered. “Or do we start counting after I’m a vampire?”

  “No one is counting, Bella. In any case, no one died for this.” He smiled a lifeless smile. “Your record is still clean.”

  They’d lost me.

  “I’ll explain later,” Edward said, so low the words were just a breath.

  “What?” Bella whispered.

  “Just talking to myself,” he lied smoothly.

  If he succeeded with this, if Bella lived, Edward wasn’t going to be able to get away with so much when her senses were as sharp as his. He’d have to work on the honesty thing.

  Edward’s lips twitched, fighting a smile.

  Bella chugged a few more ounces, staring past us toward the window. Probably pretending we weren’t here. Or maybe just me. No one else in this group would be disgusted by what she was doing. Just the opposite—they were probably having a tough time not ripping the cup away from her.

  Edward rolled his eyes.

  Jeez, how did anyone stand living with him? It was really too bad he couldn’t hear Bella’s thoughts. Then he’d annoy the crap out of her, too, and she’d get tired of him.

  Edward chuckled once. Bella’s eyes flicked to him immediately, and she half-smiled at the humor in his face. I would guess that wasn’t something she’d seen in a while.

  “Something funny?” she breathed.

  “Jacob,” he answered.

  She looked over with another weary smile for me. “Jake’s a crack-up,” she agreed.

  Great, now I was the court jester. “Bada bing,” I mumbled in weak rim-shot impression.

  She smiled again, and then took another swig from the cup. I flinched when the straw pulled at empty air, making a loud sucking sound.

  “I did it,” she said, sounding pleased. Her voice was clearer—rough, but not a whisper for the first time today. “If I keep this down, Carlisle, will you take the needles out of me?”

  “As soon as possible,” he promised. “Honestly, they aren’t doing that much good where they are.”