okay but consider this: if she’d kept Bella as a girl the reimagined twilight series would involve a queer girl having to choose between a stately, ethereal but also deadly girl and a butch werewolf chick who rides a motorcycle and I would read the shit out of that tbh
“It’s twilight,” Edward murmured, looking at the western horizon, obscured as it was with clouds. His voice was thoughtful, as if his mind were somewhere far away. I stared at him as he gazed unseeingly out the windshield. I was still staring when his eyes suddenly shifted back to mine. “It’s the safest time of day for us,” he said, answering the unspoken question in my eyes. “The easiest time. But also the saddest, in a way… the end of another day, the return of the night. Darkness is so predictable, don’t you think?” He smiled wistfully. “I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.”
“Edward really is hers to keep. No matter how perfect she thinks he is, or how imperfect she thinks she is, he belongs to her. Words can’t quite capture the life-changing nature of this knowledge for Bella.” — Stephenie Meyer.
Kaure’s part Ticuna Indian. She was raised to be
more superstitious — or you could call it more aware — than those who live in the
modern world. She suspects what I am, or close enough.” He still didn’t sound
worried. “They have their own legends here. The Libishomen—a blood drinking
demon who preys exclusively on beautiful women.” He leered at me.