Vampyr Bella: spoilers

Jeg har tenkt en del på denne scenen, basert på den informasjonen jeg har fått fra nettet og boken. Kilden som røpet hva som skulle være med i BD2, sa at sluttscenen ville være Edward og Bella liggende i engen(fra Twilight).

I slutten av boken er det snø når den store kampen mellom The Volturi og Cullen familien foregår. I tillegg sa kilden at det ser ut til at Bella "vet ting", som om hun kan forutse fremtiden.
Da begynte jeg å tenke på drømmesekvensen i Twilight, når Bella nesten dør når hun blir bitt av James. Da ser hun et bilde av seg selv og Edward i engen og det er snø der! Derfor tenker jeg at denne drømmesekvensen er som et slags syn om fremtiden. Bellas øyne er igjen i scenen, så vi kan ikke se om hun har vampyrøyne. Huden hennes er også veldig hvit(hvitere enn vanlig) og hun ser litt annerledes ut. Legg også merke til at Edward holder rundt den venstre hånden hennes, slik at vi ikke kan se gifteringen.

Kan det tenkes at dette er et syn om fremtiden, som er sluttscenen i BD2??? Hva tror du?

I hadn’t guessed that the morphine would have this effect – that it would pin me down and gag me. Hold me paralyzed while I burned. I knew all the stories. I knew that Carlisle had kept quiet enough to avoid discovery while he burned. I knew that, according to Rosalie, it did no good to scream. And I’d hoped that maybe I could be like Carlisle. That I would believe Rosalie’s words and keep my mouth shut. Because I knew that every scream that escaped my lips would torment Edward. Now it seemed like a hideous joke that I was getting my wish fulfilled. If I couldn’t scream, how could I tell them to kill me?

Edward didn’t answer, but Alice’s words gave me hope that maybe I didn’t resemble the charcoal briquette I felt like. It seemed as if I must be just a pile of charred bones by now. Every cell in my body had been razed to ash.

After eighteen years of mediocrity, I was pretty used to being average. I realized now that I’d long ago given up any aspirations of shining at anything. I just did the best with what I had, never quite fitting into my world. So this was really different. I was amazing now – to them and to myself. It was like I had been born to be a vampire. The idea made me want to laugh, but it also made me want to sing. I had found my true place in the world, the place I fit, the place I shined.

I stared at the beautiful woman with the terrifying eyes, looking for pieces of me. There was something there in the shape of her lips – if you looked past the dizzying beauty, it was true that her upper lip was slightly out of balance, a bit too full to match the lower. Finding this familiar little flaw made me feel a tiny bit better. Maybe the rest of me was in there, too.

It was like he’d never kissed me – like this was our first kiss. And, in truth, he’d never kissed me this way before. It almost made me feel guilty. Surely I was in breach of the contract. I shouldn’t be allowed to have this, too.

You’ve been holding out on me.

He smiled the kind of smile that would have stopped my heart if it were still beating.

It wasn’t precisely a peck on the lips, and my wild vampiric reactions took me off guard yet again. Edward’s lips were like a shot of some addictive chemical straight into my nervous system. I was instantly craving more.

His touch seemed to sweep beneath the surface of my skin, right through the bones of my face. The feeling was tingly, electric – it jolted through my bones, down my spine, and trembled in my stomach.

Such powerful emotions. I’d been prepared for the thirst part, but not this. I’d been so sure it wouldn’t be the same when he touched me. Well, truthfully, it wasn’t the same. It was stronger.

The sunlight broke through the back windows, sparkling on Edward’s skin. My eyes had not moved from his since Alice’s departure. We’d stared at each other all night, staring at what neither of us could live through losing; the other. I saw my reflection glimmer in his agonized eyes as the sun touched my own skin.

But most significant in this tidal wave of happiness was the surest fact of all: I was with Edward. Forever.

It was not going to be the end of the world. Just the end of the Cullens. The end of Edward, the end of me. I preferred it that way – the last part anyway. I would not live without Edward again; if he was leaving this world, then I would be right behind him.

I knew it was working then, so I concentrated even harder, dredging up specific memories I’d saved for this moment, letting them flood my mind, and hopefully his as well. Some of the memories were not clear – dim human memories, seen through weak eyes and heard through weak ears: the first time I’d seen his face…