Let’s Re-Read Breaking Dawn Together! Chapter 18
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Chapter 18:There Are No Words For This
I hope you all have a strong stomach(which I do not) because it’s going to be a bloody and graphic ride. Bella tries to prevent her cup of blood from spilling and this sets off a series of broken bones via the baby. Bella goes limp and Rosalie speeds upstairs with Edward and Jacob hot on her trail.
Pg. 349-350 “Morphine!” Edward yelled at Rosalie. “Alice-get Carlisle on the phone!” Rosalie screeched. The room I followed them to looked like an emergency ward set up in the middle of a library. The lights were brilliant and white. Bella was on a table under the glare, skin ghostly in the spotlight. Her body flopped like a fish on the sand. Rosalie pinned Bella down, yanking and ripping her clothes out of the way, while Edward stabbed a syringe into her arm. “What’s happening, Edward?” “He’s suffocating!” “The placenta must have detached!” Somewhere in this, Bella came around. “Get him OUT!” she screamed. “He can’t BREATHE! Do it NOW!” Rosalie’s hand came up with a scalpel. “Let the morphine spread!” Edward shouted at her. “There’s no time,”Rosalie hissed. “He’s dying!” Her hand came down on Bella’s stomach, and vivid red spouted out from where she pierced theskin. Bella jerked, but didn’t scream. She was still choking. And then Rosalie lost her focus. I saw the expression on her face shift, saw her lips pull back from her teeth and her black eyes glint with thirst. I launched myself at Rosalie, jumping across the table without bothering to phase. As I hit her stone body, knocking her toward the door, I felt the scalpel in her hand stab deep into my left arm. My right palm smashed against her face, locking her jaw and blocking her airways. I used my grip on Rosalie’s face to swing her body out so that I could land a solid kick in her gut; it was like kicking concrete. She flew into the door frame, buckling one side of it. Then Alice was there, yanking her by the throat to get her into the hall. And I had to give it to Blondie-she didn’t put up an ounce of fight. She wanted us to win. “Alice, get her out of here!” Edward shouted. “Take her to Jasper and keep her there! Jacob, I need you!”
Pg. 351-355 *This part is actually good. Jacob and Edward make a fantastic team as Jake begins CPR on Bella and Edward begins to deliver the baby via his own way of a C-section. “Get her breathing! I’ve got to get him out before-“Another shattering crack inside her body, the loudest yet, so loud that we both froze in shock waiting for her answering shriek. Nothing. Her legs, which had been curled up in agony, now went limp, sprawling out in an unnatural way. “Her spine,” he chocked in horror. “Get it out of her!” I snarled, flinging the scalpel at him. “She won’t feel anything now!” I could hear her heart, thumping unevenly. Keep it going, I thought fiercely at her, blowing another gust of air into her body. You promised. Keep your heart beating. The next sound jolted through me, unexpected, terrifying. The sound brought back the fight in the clearing so many months ago, the tearing sound of the newborns being ripped apart. I glanced over to see Edward’s face pressed against the bulge. Vampire teeth-a surefire way to cut through vampire skin. She coughed back at me, her eyes blinking, rolling blindly. “You stay with me now, Bella! Do you hear me? Stay!” And then her body was suudenly still under my hands, though her breathing picked up roughly and her heart continued to thud. I realized the still ness meant that it was over. The internal beating was over. It must be out of her. It was. Edward whispered.“Renesmee.” So Bella’d been wrong. It wasn’t the boy she’d imagined. I didn’t look away from her red-spotted eyes, but I felt her hands lift weakly. “Let me…give her to me. Renes…mee. So…beautiful.” And then she gasped-gasped in pain. By the time I looked, it was too late. Edward had snatched the warm, bloody thing out of her limp arms. My eyes flickered across her skin. It was red with blood-the blood that had flowed from her mouth, and fresh blood welling out of a tiny double-crescent bite mark just over her left breast. “No, Renesmee,” Edward murmured, like he was teaching the monster manners. With a last dull ga-lump, her heart faltered and went silent. “What are you waiting for?” I choked out breathlessly, pumping her heart again. “Take the baby,” Edward said urgently. “Throw it out the window.” * BWAAAAAAAHAHA ok I’m sorry that was funny to me. “Give her to me,” a low voice chimed from the doorway. Edward and I snarled at the same time. “I’ve got it under control,” Rosalie promised. “Give me the baby, Edward. I’ll take care of her until Bella…” “Move your hands, Jacob.” Edward had a syringe in his hand-all silver, like it was made from steel. “What’s that?” “My venom.” I heard the jolt in her heart, like he’d shocked her with paddles. While I pushed the now-viscous blood through her arteries, I watched what he was doing. It was like he was kissing her, brushing his lips at her throat, at her wrists, into the creases at the inside of her arm. But I could hear the lush tearing of her skin as his teeth bit through, again and again, forcing venom into her system at as many points as possible. I saw his pale tongue sweep along the bleeding gashes, but before this could make me sick or angry, I realized what he was doing. Where his tongue washed the venom over her skin, it sealed shut. Holding the poison and the blood inside her body. I blew more air into her mouth, but there was nothing there. Just the lifeless rise of her chest in response. I kept pumping her heart, counting, while he worked manically over her, trying to put her back together. But there was nothing there, just me, just him. Working over a corpse. Because that’s all that was left of the girl we both loved. This broken, bled-out, mangled corpse. We couldn’t put Bella together again. I knew it was too late. I knew she was dead. I knew it for sure because the pull was gone. I didn’t feel any reason to be here beside her. She wasn’t here anymore. So this body had no more draw for me. The senseless need to be near her had vanished. Or maybe moved was the better word. It seemed like I felt the pull from the opposite direction now. From down the stairs, out the door.
Pg. 356-357 He pushed her dead heart faster than I had. “She’s not dead. She’s going to be fine.” Turning away, leaving him with his dead, I walked slowly to the door. So. Slowly. I couldn’t make my feet move faster. This was it, then. The ocean of pain. I felt empty again, now that I’d lost my purpose. Saving Bella had been my fight for so long now. And she wouldn’t be saved. I rested at the bottom step, gathering my strength to get out the door. Rosalie was on the clean end of the white sofa, her back to me, cooing and murmuring to the blanket-wrapped thing in her arms. She must have heard me pause, but she ignored me, caught up in her moment of stolen motherhood. Maybe she would be happy now. Rosalie had what she wanted, and Bella would never come to take the creature from her. The scent of blood in the air. Human blood. Rosalie was feeding it. Of course it would want blood. What else would you feed the kind of monster that would brutally mutilate its own mother? My strength came back to me as I listened to the sound of the little executioner feeding. I felt the tremors rock me from head to toe, and I didn’t not try to stop them. Sam had been right. The thing was an aberration-its existence went against nature. A black, soulless demon. Something that had to be destroyed.
Pg. 359-360 *This chapter ends on the most bizarre note…ever. As Jacob prepares to kill baby Renesmee, and possibly Rosalie, Jacob begins to feel things that even he doesn’t understand. The trembling was getting tighter and faster. I coiled myself, preparing to spring at the blond vampire and rip the murderous thing from her arms with my teeth. I leaned forward and felt the heat begin to change me while the pull toward the killer grew-it was stronger than I’d ever felt it before, so strong it reminded me of an Alpha’s command, like it would crush me if I didn’t obey. The murderer stared past Rosalie’s shoulder at me, its gaze more focused than any newborn creature’s gaze should be. Warm brown eyes, the color of milk chocolate-the exact same color that Bella’s had been. My shaking jerked to a stop; heat flooded through me, stronger than before, but it was a new kind of heat-not a burning. It was a glowing. Everything inside me came undone as I stared at the tiny porcelain face of the half-vampire, half human baby. All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts. Everything that made me who I was-my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self-disconnected from me in that second-snip,snip, snip-and floated into space. A new string held me where I was. A million steel cables all tying me to one thing-to the very center of the universe. The gravity of the earth no longer tied me to the place where I stood. It was the baby girl in the blond vampire’s arms that held me here now. Renesmee.
*I will admit that I didn’t get it the first time around. But now coming back, it’s like Renesmee is the one who did the imprinting, kind of flirty too! Lol. And Bella…poor Bella, this is where I get torn in the saga. To me all this is simply not worth it. So after all she has been through to have it end by having her belly torn apart and her dead naked body covered in blood is simply a tragic waste. Carlisle is not going to be well when he returns to see all of this…in his library.
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