my entertainment became the number-one priority on isle esme. we snorkeled (well, i snorkeled whilehe flaunted his ability to go without oxygen indefinitely). we explored the small jungle that ringed therocky little peak. we visited the parrots that lived in the canopy on the south end of the island. wewatched the sunset from the rocky western cove. we swam with the porpoises that played in the warm,shallow waters there. or at least i did; when edward was in the water, the porpoises disappeared as if ashark was near.
i knew what was going on. he was trying to keep me busy, distracted, so i that wouldn't continuebadgering him about the sex thing. whenever i tried to talk him into taking it easy with one of the milliondvds under the big-screen plasma tv, he would lure me out of the house with magic words like coralreefs and submerged caves and sea turtles. we were going, going, going all day, so that i found myselfcompletely famished and exhausted when the sun eventually set.
i drooped over my plate after i finished dinner every night; once i'd actually fallen asleep right at thetable and he'd had to carry me to bed. part of it was that edward always made too much food for one,but i was so hungry after swimming and climbing all day that i ate most of it. then, full and worn out, icould barely keep my eyes open. all part of the plan, no doubt.
exhaustion didn't help much with my attempts at persuasion. but i didn't give up. i tried reasoning,pleading, and grouching, all to no avail. i was usually unconscious before i could really press my case far.
and then my dreams felt so real—nightmares mostly, made more vivid, i guessed, by the too-brightcolors of the island—that i woke up tired no matter how long i slept.
about a week or so after we'd gotten to the island, i decided to try compromise. it had worked for us inthe past.
i was sleeping in the blue room now. the cleaning crew wasn't due until the next day, and so the whiteroom still had a snowy blanket of down. the blue room was smaller, the bed more reasonablyproportioned. the walls weredark, paneled in teak, and the fittings were all luxurious blue silk.
i'd taken to wearing some of alice's lingerie collection to sleep in at night—which weren't so revealingcompared to the scanty bikinis she'd packed for me when it came right down to it. i wondered if she'dseen a vision of why i would want such things, and then shuddered, embarrassed by that thought.
i'd started out slow with innocent ivory satins, worried that revealing more of my skin would be theopposite of helpful, but ready to try anything. edward seemed to notice nothing, as if i were wearing thesame ratty old sweats i wore at home.
the bruises were much better now—yellowing in some places and disappearing altogether in others—sotonight i pulled out one of the scarier pieces as i got ready in the paneled bathroom. it was black, lacy,and embarrassing to look at even when it wasn't on. i was careful not to look in the mirror before i wentback to the bedroom. i didn't want to lose my nerve.
i had the satisfaction of watching his eyes pop open wide for just a second before he controlled hisexpression.
"what do you think?" i asked, pirouetting so that he could see every angle.
he cleared his throat. "you look beautiful. you always do.""thanks," i said a bit sourly.
i was too tired to resist climbing quickly into the soft bed. he put his arms around me and pulled meagainst his chest, but this was routine—it was too hot to sleep without his cool body close.
"i'll make you a deal," i said sleepily.
"i will not make any deals with you," he answered.
"you haven't even heard what i'm offering.""it doesn't matter."i sighed. "dang it. and i really wanted... oh well."he rolled his eyes.
i closed mine and let the bait sit there. i yawned.
it took only a minute—not long enough for me to zonk out.
"all right. what is it you want?"i gritted my teeth for a second, fighting a smile. if there was one thing he couldn't resist, it was anopportunity to give me something.
"well, i was thinking... i know that the whole dartmouth thing was just supposed to be a cover story,but honestly, one semester of college probably wouldn't kill me," i said, echoing his words from long ago,when he'd tried to persuade me to put off becoming a vampire. "charlie would get a thrill out ofdartmouth stories, i bet. sure, it might be embarrassing if i can't keep up with all the brainiacs. still...
eighteen, nineteen. it's really not such a big difference. it's not like i'm going to get crow's feet in the nextyear."he was silent for a long moment. then, in a low voice, he said, "you would wait. you would stayhuman."i held my tongue, letting the offer sink in.
"why are you doing this to me?" he said through his teeth, his tone suddenly angry. "isn't it hard enoughwithout all of this?" he grabbed a handful of lace that was ruffled on my thigh. for a moment, i thoughthe was going to rip it from the seam. then his hand relaxed. "it doesn't matter. i won't make any dealswith you.""i want to goto college.""no, you don't. and there is nothing that is worth risking your life again. that's worth hurting you.""but i do want to go. well, it's not college as much as it's that i want—i want to be human a little whilelonger."he closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose. "you are making me insane, bella. haven't we had thisargument a million times, you always begging to be a vampire without delay?""yes, but... well, i have a reason to be human that i didn't have before.""what's that?""guess," i said, and i dragged myself off the pillows to kiss him.
he kissed me back, but not in a way that made me think i was winning. it was more like he was beingcareful not to hurt my feelings; he was completely, maddeningly in control of himself. gently, he pulled meaway after a moment and cradled me against his chest.
"you are so human, bella. ruled by your hormones." he chuckled.
"that's the whole point, edward. i like this part of being human. i don't want to give it up yet. i don'twant to wait through years of being a blood-crazed newborn for some part of this to come back to me."i yawned, and he smiled.
"you're tired. sleep, love." he started humming the lullaby he'd composed for me when we first met.
"i wonder why i'm so tired," i muttered sarcastically. "that couldn't be part of your scheme or anything."he just chuckled once and went back to humming.
"for as tired as i've been, you'd think i'd sleep better."the song broke off. "you've been sleeping like the dead, bella. you haven't said a word in your sleepsince we got here. if it weren't for the snoring, i'd worry you were slipping into a coma."i ignored the snoring jibe; i didn't snore. "i haven't been tossing? that's weird. usually i'm all over thebed when i'm having nightmares. and shouting.""you've been having nightmares?""vivid ones. they make me so tired." i yawned. "i can't believe i haven't been babbling about them allnight.""what are they about?""different things—but the same, you know, because of the colors.""colors?""it's all so bright and real. usually, when i'm dreaming, i know that i am. with these, i don't know i'masleep. it makes them scarier."he sounded disturbed when he spoke again. "what is frightening you?"i shuddered slightly. "mostly ..." i hesitated.
"mostly?" he prompted.
i wasn't sure why, but i didn't want to tell him about the child in my recurring nightmare; there wassomething private about that particular horror. so, instead of giving him the full description, i gave himjust one element. certainly enough to frighten me or anyone else.
"the volturi," i whispered.
he hugged me tighter. "they aren't going to bother us anymore. you'll be immortal soon, and they'll haveno reason."i let him comfort me, feeling a little guilty that he'd misunderstood. the nightmares weren't like that,exactly. it wasn't that i was afraid for myself—i was afraid for the boy.
he wasn't the same boy as that first dream—the vampire child with the bloodred eyes who sat on a pileof dead people i loved. this boy i'd dreamed of four times in the last week was definitely human; hischeeks were flushed and his wide eyes were a soft green. but just like the other child, he shook with fearand desperation as the volturi closed in on us.
in this dream that was both new and old, i simply had to protect the unknown child. there was no otheroption. at the same time, i knew that i would fail.
he saw the desolation on my face. "what can i do to help?"i shook it off. "they're just dreams, edward.""do you want me to sing to you? ill sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away.""they're not all bad. some are nice. so... colorful. underwater, with the fish and the coral. it all seemslike it's really happening—i don't know that i'm dreaming. maybe this island is the problem. it's reallybright here.""do you want to go home?""no. no, not yet. can't we stay awhile longer?""we can stay as long as you want, bella," he promised me.
"when does the semester start? i wasn't paying attention before."he sighed. he may have started humming again, too, but i was under before i could be sure.
later, when i awoke in the dark, it was with shock. the dream had been so very real... so vivid, sosensory.... i gasped aloud, now, disoriented by the dark room. only a second ago, it seemed, i had beenunder the brilliant sun.
"bella?" edward whispered, his arms tight around me, shaking me gently. "are you all right, sweetheart?""oh," i gasped again. just a dream. not real. to my utter astonishment, tears overflowed from my eyeswithout warning, gushing down my face.
"bella!" he said—louder, alarmed now. "what's wrong?" he wiped the tears from my hot cheeks withcold, frantic fingers, but others followed.
"it was only a dream." i couldn't contain the low sob that broke in my voice. the senseless tears weredisturbing,but i couldn't get control of the staggering grief that gripped me. i wanted so badly for the dream to bereal.
"it's okay, love, you're fine. i'm here." he rocked me back and forth, a little too fast to soothe. "did youhave another nightmare? it wasn't real, it wasn't real.""not a nightmare." i shook my head, scrubbing the back of my hand against my eyes. "it was a gooddream." my voice broke again.
"then why are you crying?" he asked, bewildered.
"because i woke up," i wailed, wrapping my arms around his neck in a chokehold and sobbing into histhroat.
he laughed once at my logic, but the sound was tense with concern.
"everything's all right, bella. take deep breaths.""it was so real," i cried. "i wanted it to be real.""tell me about it," he urged. "maybe that will help.""we were on the beach. ..." i trailed off, pulling back to look with tear-filled eyes at his anxious angel'sface, dim in the darkness. i stared at him broodingly as the unreasonable grief began to ebb.
"and?" he finally prompted.
i blinked the tears out of my eyes, torn. "oh, edward ...""tell me, bella," he pleaded, eyes wild with worry at the pain in my voice.
but i couldn't. instead i clutched my arms around his neck again and locked my mouth with hisfeverishly. it wasn't desire at all—it was need, acute to the point of pain. his response was instant butquickly followed by his rebuff.
he struggled with me as gently as he could in his surprise, holding me away, grasping my shoulders.
"no, bella," he insisted, looking at me as if he was worried that i'd lost my mind.
my arms dropped, defeated, the bizarre tears spilling in a fresh torrent down my face, a new sob risingin my throat. he was right—i must be crazy.
he stared at me with confused, anguished eyes.
"i'm s-s-s-orry," i mumbled.
but he pulled me to him then, hugging me tightly to his marble chest.
"i can't, bella, i can't!" his moan was agonized.
"please," i said, my plea muffled against his skin. "please, edward?"i couldn't tell if he was moved by the tears trembling in my voice, or if he was unprepared to deal withthe suddenness of my attack, or if his need was simply as unbearable in that moment as my own. butwhatever the reason, he pulled my lips back to his, surrendering with a groan.
and we began where my dream had left off.
i stayed very still when i woke up in the morning and tried to keep my breathing even. i was afraid toopen my eyes.
i was lying across edward's chest, but he was very still and his arms were not wrapped around me. thatwas a bad sign. i was afraid to admit i was awake and face his anger—no matter whom it was directedat today.
carefully, i peeked through my eyelashes. he was staring up at the dark ceiling, his arms behind hishead. i pulled myself up on my elbow so that i could see his face better. it was smooth, expressionless.
"how much trouble am i in?" i asked in a small voice.
"heaps," he said, but turned his head and smirked at me.
i breathed a sigh of relief. "i am sorry," i said. "i didn't mean... well, i don't know exactly what that waslast night." i shook my head at the memory of the irrational tears, the crushing grief.
"you never did tell me what your dream was about.""i guess i didn't—but i sort of showed you what it was about." i laughed nervously.
"oh," he said. his eyes widened, and then he blinked. "interesting.""it was a very good dream," i murmured. he didn't comment, so a few seconds later i asked, "am iforgiven?""i'm thinking about it."i sat up, planning to examine myself—there didn't seem to be any feathers, at least. but as i moved, anodd wave of vertigo hit. i swayed and fell back against the pillows.
"whoa... head rush."his arms were around me then. "you slept for a long time. twelve hours.""twelve?"how strange.
i gave myself a quick once-over while i spoke, trying to be inconspicuous about it. i looked fine. thebruises on my arms were still a week old, yellowing. i stretched experimentally. i felt fine, too. well,better than fine, actually.
"is the inventory complete?"i nodded sheepishly. "the pillows all appear to have survived.""unfortunately, i can't say the same for your, er, nightgown." he nodded toward the foot of the bed,where several scraps of black lace were strewn across the silk sheets.
"that's too bad," i said. "i liked that one.""i did, too.""were there any other casualties?" i asked timidly.
"i'll have to buy esme a new bed frame," he confessed, glancing over his shoulder. i followed his gazeand was shocked to see that large chunks of wood had apparently been gouged from the left side of theheadboard.
"hmm." i frowned. "you'd think i would have heard that.""you seem to be extraordinarily unobservant when your attention is otherwise involved.""i was a bit absorbed," i admitted, blushing a deep red.
he touched my burning cheek and sighed. "i'm really going to miss that."i stared at his face, searching for any signs of the anger or remorse i feared. he gazed back at meevenly, his expression calm but otherwise unreadable.
"how are you feeling?'
