Let’s Re-Read Breaking Dawn Together! Chapter 15
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Chapter 15: Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock
“For a minute I tried to look at her from a distance, to separate myself from the pull. I knew it wasn’t my imagination that my need for her was stronger than ever. Why was that? Because she was dying? Or knowing that if she didn’t, still-best case scenario-she’d be changing into something else that i wouldn’t know or understand?”
Unfortunately, these few chapters aren’t really jaw dropping. Like the title says tick tock, we basically are waiting around for Bella to die. However the only thing that saves us is Jacob and Rosalie. These two are a riot! But just as we get bored…Jacob once again saves the day and says something about being drawn to Bella and her baby in a way he cannot explain…hmmm.
Pg. 290* We skip a few pages, and into Seth and Jake’s convo Jacob learns that Bella has been talking to her dad,Charlie! She’s in a good mood, though. She was chatting with Charlie, laughing and all- Charlie! What?! What do you mean, she was talking to Charlie?! Now Seth’s pace stuttered; my fury surprised him. Guess he calls every day to talk to her. Sometimes her mom calls, too. Bella sounds so much better now, so she was reassuring him that she was on the mend- On the mend? What the hell are they thinking?! Get Charlie’s hopes up just so that he can be destroyed even worse when she dies? She might not die, Seth thought quietly. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Seth. Even if she pulls through, she’s not doing it human. She knows that, and so do the rest of them. If she doesn’t die, she’s going to have to do a pretty convincing impersonation of a corpse, kid. Think it’s Bella’s idea. No one said anything, but Edward’s face kinda went right along with what you’re thinking now. We ran in silence for a few minutes. I started off along a new line, probing south. Bella asked me to ask you to stop by. Alice wants you, too. She says she’s tired of hanging out in the attic like the vampire bat in the belfry.
Pg. 293-296 *Jake walks in the Cullen home like he lives there, lol. Bella is in the bathroom with Rose and Alice is way to happy to see Jacob. Bella returns and is overjoyed that Jacob came to visit her, which is annoying to me, but whatever. Like I said not much going on but Jake and Rose sure do make you wish you were a Cullen right about now, lol. “Rosalie, why don’t you get Jacob something from the kitchen?” Alice said. She was invisible now, sitting quietly behind the back of the sofa. Rosalie stared at the place Alice’s voice had come from in disbelief. “Thanks, anyway, Alice, but I don’t think I’d want to eat something Blondie’s spit in. I’d bet my system wouldn’t take too kindly to venom.” “Rosalie would never embarrass Esme by displaying such a lack of hospitality.” “Of course not.” Blondie said in a sugar-sweet voice that I immediately distrusted. She got up and breezed out of the room. “You’d tell me if she poisoned it, right?” I asked. “Yes.” Edward promised. There was a lot of banging in the kitchen, and-weirdly- the sound of metal pretesting as it was abused. Rosalie was back before I could think much more about it. With a pleased smirk, she set a silver bowl on the floor next to me. “Enjoy, mongrel.” It had once probably been a big mixing bowl, but she’s bent the bowl back in on itself until it was shaped almost exactly like a dog dish. I had to be impressed with her quick craftsmanship. And her attention to detail. She’s scratched the word Fido into the side. Excellent handwriting. * HAAAAAAAAAAA Because the food looked pretty good-steak, no less, and a big baked potato with all the fixings-I told her, “Thanks, Blondie.” She snorted. “Hey do you know what you call a blonde with a brain? A golden retriever.” “I’ve heard that one, too.” she said, no longer smiling. “So…um…what’s the, er, date? You know,the due date for the little monster.” “I don’t know. Not exactly. Obviously we’re not going with the ninth-month model here, and we can’t get an ultrasound, so Carlisle is guesstimating from how big I am. One centimeter for every week. I was thirty this morning, and I’ve been gaining about two centimeters a day, sometimes more.” Funny how having a deadline made it harder to think about leaving, or having her leave. I was glad Seth brought that up, so I knew they were staying here. It would be intolerable, wondering if they were about to go, to take away one or two or three of those four days. My four days. Also funny how, even knowing that it was almost over, the hold she had on me only got harder to break. Almost like it was related to her expanding belly-as if by getting bigger, she was gaining gravitational force.
Pg. 297-304 “Can I ask you something?” I asked. “Of course.” “Why do you want me here? Seth could keep you warm, and he’s probably easier to be around, happy little punk. But when I walk in the door, you smile like I’m your favorite person in the world.” “You’re one of them.” “That sucks, you know.” “Yeah. Sorry. It feels…complete when you’re here, Jacob. Like all my family is together. I mean, I guess that’s what its like-I’ve never had a big family before now. It’s nice. But it’s just not whole unless you’re here.” “I’ll never be apart of your family, Bella.” “You’ve always been a part of my family. You’re supposed to be a part of my life-I can feel that, and so can you.” Her voice trailed off, and the frown on her face relaxed until it was just a little pucker at the corner of her lips. I waited for her to pour some more lemon juice into my paper cuts, but then a soft snore came from the back of her throat. “She’s exhausted,” Edward murmured. Occasionally the mind-reading thing saved time. For example, maybe I wouldn’t have to make a big production out of the accusation about what was going on with Charlie. That mess. “Yes,” he agreed. “It’s not a good idea.”“Then why?” “She can’t bear his anxiety.”“So it’s better-“ “No. It’s not better. Bu tI’m not going to force her to do anything that makes her unhappy now. She’s sure she’s going to live,” Edward said. “But not human,” I protested. “No, not human. But she hopes to see Charlie again, anyway.” Oh this just got better and better. “See Charlie,” I finally looked at him, my eyes bugging. “Afterwards. See Charlie when she’s all sparkly white with the bright red eyes. I’m not a bloodsucker, so maybe I’m missing something, but Charlie seems like kind of a strange choice for her first meal.” Edward sighed.“She knows she won’t be able to be near him for at least a year. She thinks she can stall. Tell Charlie she has to go to a special hospital on the other side of the world. Keep in contact through phone calls.” “That’s insane.” “Yes.” “Charlie’snot stupid. Even if she doesn’t kill him, he’s going to notice a difference.” “She’s sort of banking on that.” I continued to stare, waiting for him to explain. “She wouldn’t be aging, of course, so that would set a time limit, even if Charlie accepted whatever excuse she comes up with for the change. Do you remember when you tried to tell her about your transformation? How you made her guess?” My free hand flexed into a fist. “She told you about that?” *Sidebar-oh please Jacob like Bella hasn’t blabbed her fat mouth to you about tons of Cullen secrets that frankly I don’t think were her place to tell! “Yes, she was explaining her…idea.You see, she’s not allowed to tell Charlie the truth-it would be very dangerous for him. But he’s a smart, practical man, She thinks he’ll come up with his own explanation. He’ll make some wrong assumption about us, like she did in the beginning, and we’ll go along with it. She thinks she’ll be able to see him…from time to time.” “Insane,” I repeated. “Yes.” Agreed again. Which made me think that he probably wasn’t expecting her to live to try out her crazy plan. Placating her, so that she could be happy for a little while longer. Like four more days. “Four days?” I asked. “Approximately.” “Then what?” I thought about what Bella had said. About the thing being wrapped up nice and tight in something strong. How did it get out? “From what research we’ve been able to do, it would appear the creatures use their own teeth to escape the womb.” He whispered. I had to pause to swallow back the bile.“That’s why you haven’t seen Jasper and Emmett around. That’s what Carlisle is doing now. There was a woman we encountered in South America. She’s been raised in the traditions of her people. She’d herd warnings about such creatures, old stories that had been passed down.” “What were the warnings?” I whispered. “That the creature must be killed immediately. Before it could gain too much strength.” “What did the stories say about the…mothers?” It was Rosalie-who’d been so still and quiet since Bella’d fallen asleep that I’d nearly forgotten her-who answered. “Of course there were no survivors.” She said. No survivors, blunt and uncaring. “None of them have what this baby has-caregivers with an idea of what the baby needs,who try to meet those needs. A doctor with a totally unique knowledge of vampire nature. A plan in place to deliver the baby as safely as possible. Venom that will repair anything that goes wrong. The baby will be fine. And those other mothers would probably survived if they’d had that-if they even existed in the first place. Something I’m not convinced of.” The baby, the baby. Like that was all that mattered. Bella’s life was a minor detail to her-easy to blow off. Edward’s face went white as snow. His hands curved into claws. Totally egotistical and indifferent, Rosalie twisted in her chair so that her back was to him. He leaned forward, shifting into a crouch. Allow me, I suggested. He paused, raising one eyebrow. Silently, I lifted my doggy bowl off the floor. Then with a quick, powerful flip of my wrist, I threw it into the back of Blondie’s head so hard that-with an earsplitting bang-it smashed flat before it ricocheted across the room and snapped the round top piece off the thick newel post at the foot of the stairs. “Dumb blonde,” I muttered. Rosalie turned her head slowly, and her eyes were blazing. “You. Got. Food. In. My. Hair.” That did it. I pulled away from Bella so that I wouldn’t shake her, and laughed so hard that tears ran down my face. From behind the couch, I heard Alice’s tinkling laugh join in. I wondered why Rosalie didn’t spring. I sort of expected it. “I’m not going to forget this, dog.” Rosalie hissed. “S’not so hard to erase a blonde’s memory, Just blow in her ear.” “Get some new jokes.” She snapped.
*Hilarious!!! That BETTER be in the movie too! What’s with freaky Alice all of a sudden? Ok I get it she has a headache but to be on the floor behind a couch? Come on now! So what was your favorite part in this chapter? Any new theories? Only 4 more chapters to go!