“Rosalie grinned at me, and I was glad to see that the new comradeship between us was still there in her smile. I hadn’t been entirely sure it would last after Renesmee’s life was no longer tied to mine. But maybe we had fought together on the same side long enough that we would always be friends now. I’d finally made the same choice she would have if she’d been in my shoes. That seemed to have washed away her resentment for all my other choices”
idc how many horror movies i watch in my lifetime nothing will ever match the sheer terror of those ten minutes in breaking dawn part 2 where i honestly thought i was gonna have to go home knowing seth and carlisle died
I don’t know what I love more,Emmett being so immature about Bella and Edward having sex that even Jacob and Carlisle have to smirk or the look Bella gives her husband that says it’s not funny when he clearly thinks it is
How did people do this – swallow all
their fears and trust someone else so implicitly with every
imperfection and fear they had – with less than the absolute commitment
that Edward had given me? If it weren’t Edward out there, if I didn’t
know in every cell of my body that he loved me as much as I loved him –
unconditionally and irrevocably and, to be honest, irrationally – I’d
never be able to get up off this floor.
“Amun, if you want to go, no one is forcing you to stay,’ Carlisle said calmly.
“You’re stealing half my coven, Carlisle!” Amun shrieked, stabbing one finger at Benjamin. “Is that why you called me here? To steal from me?
Carlisle sighed and Benjamin rolled his eyes.
“Yes, Carlisle picked a fight with the Volturi, endangered his whole family, just to lure me here to my death,” Benjamin said sarcastically. “Be reasonable, Amun. I’m committed to do the right thing here - I’m not joining any other coven. You can do whatever you want, of course, as Carlisle has pointed out.”
….He turned on Benjamin. “I gave you life. You’re wasting it.”
Benjamin’s face looked colder than I’d ever seen it; the expression contrasted oddly with his boyish features. “It’s a pity you couldn’t replace my will with your own in the process; perhaps then you would have been satisfied with me.”
Amun’s eyes narrowed. He gestured abruptly to Kebi, and they stalked past us out the front door.
You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers – the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?