Breaking Dawn - Stephenie Meyer [54]
The door opened before my fist touched it, and the doctor stood in the frame, his eyes grave.
Hello, Jacob, he said, calmer than I would have expected. How are you?
I took a deep breath through my mouth. The reek pouring through the door was overpowering.
I was disappointed that it was Carlisle who answered. Id rather Edward had come through the door, fangs out. Carlisle was so just human or something. Maybe it was the house calls he made last spring when I got busted up. But it made me uncomfortable to look into his face and know that I was planning to kill him if I could.
I heard Bella made it back alive, I said.
Er, Jacob, its not really the best time. The doctor seemed uncomfortable, too, but not in the way I expected. Could we do this later?
I stared at him, dumbfounded. Was he asking to post-pone the death match for a more convenient time?
And then I heard Bellas voice, cracked and rough, and I couldnt think about anything else.
Why not? she asked someone. Are we keeping secrets from Jacob, too? Whats the point?
Her voice was not what I was expecting. I tried to remember the voices of the young vampires wed fought in the spring, but all Id registered was snarling. Maybe those newborns hadnt had the piercing, ringing sound of the older ones, either. Maybe all new vampires sounded hoarse.
Come in, please, Jacob, Bella croaked more loudly.
Carlisles eyes tightened.
I wondered if Bella was thirsty. My eyes narrowed, too.
Excuse me, I said to the doctor as I stepped around him. It was hard-it went against all my instincts to turn my back to one of them. Not impossible, though. If there was such a thing as a safe vampire, it was the strangely gentle leader.
I would stay away from Carlisle when the fight started. There were enough of them to kill without including him.
I sidestepped into the house, keeping my back to the wall. My eyes swept the room-it was unfamiliar. The last time Id been in here it had been all done up for a party. Everything was bright and pale now. Including the six vampires standing in a group by the white sofa.
They were all here, all together, but that was not what froze me where I stood and had my jaw dropping to the floor.
It was Edward. It was the expression on his face.
Id seen him angry, and Id seen him arrogant, and once Id seen him in pain. But this-this was beyond agony. His eyes were half-crazed. He didnt look up to glare at me. He stared down at the couch beside him with an expression like someone had lit him on fire. His hands were rigid claws at his side.
I couldnt even enjoy his anguish. I could only think of one thing that would make him look like that, and my eyes followed his.
I saw her at the same moment that I caught her scent.
Her warm, clean, human scent.
Bella was half-hidden behind the arm of the sofa, curled up in a loose fetal position, her arms wrapped around her knees. For a long second I could see nothing except that she was still the Bella that I loved, her skin still a soft, pale peach, her eyes still the same chocolate brown. My heart thudded a strange, broken meter, and I wondered if this was just some lying dream that I was about to wake up from.
Then I really saw her.
There were deep circles under her eyes, dark circles that jumped out because her face was all haggard. Was she thinner? Her skin seemed tight-like her cheekbones might break right through it. Most of her dark hair was pulled away from her face into a messy knot, but a few strands stuck limply to her forehead and neck, to the sheen of sweat that covered her skin. There was something about her fingers and wrists that looked so fragile it was scary.
She was sick. Very sick.
Not a lie. The story Charlied told Billy was not a story. While I stared, eyes bugging, her skin turned light green.
The blond bloodsucker-the showy one, Rosalie- bent over her, cutting into my view, hovering in a strange, protective way.
This was wrong. I knew how Bella felt about almost everything-her thoughts were so obvious; sometimes it was like they were printed on her forehead.