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Copyright　2008　by　Stephen^　Meyer　All　rights　reserved。　Except　as　permitted　under　the　U。S。　Copyright　
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Epigraph　for　Book　Three　from　Empire　by　Orson　Scott　Card。　A　Tor　Book。　Published　by　Tom　Doherty　
Associates；LLC。　Copyright　2006　by　Orson　Scott　Card。　Reprinted　with　permission　of　the　author。　

The　characters　and　events　portrayed　in　this　book　are　fictitious。　Any　similarity　to　real　persons；　living　or　
dead；　is　

coincidental　and　not　intended　by　the　author。　

ISBN：　9780316032834　

Contents　

BOOK　ONE：　BELLA　

Preface　

1。　Engaged　

2。　Long　Night　

3。　Big　Day　

4。Gesture　5。　Isle　Esme　

6。　Distractions　

7。　Unexpected　

BOOK　TWO：　JACOB　

Preface　

8。　Waiting　For　The　Damn　Fight　To　Start　Already　




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9。　Sure　As　Hell　Didn't　See　That　One　ing　

10。　Why　Didn't　I　Just　Walk　Away？　Oh　Right；　Because　I'm　An　Idiot。　

11。　The　Two　Things　At　The　Very　Top　Of　My　ThingsINeverWantToDo　List　

12。　Some　People　Just　Don't　Grasp　The　Concept　Of　〃Unwele^〃　

13。　Good　Thing　I've　Got　A　Strong　Stomach　

14。　You　Know　Things　Are　Bad　When　You　Feel　Guilty　For　Being　Rude　To　Vampires　

15。　Tick　Tock　Tick　Tock　Tick　Tock　

16。　TooMuchInformation　Alert　

17。　What　Do　I　Look　Like？　The　Wizard　Of　Oz？　You　Need　A　Brain？　You　Need　A　Heart？　Go　Ahead。　
Take　Mine。　Take　

Everything　I　Have。　

18。　There　Are　No　Words　For　This。　

BOOK　THREE：　BELLA　

Preface　

19。　Burning　

20。　New　

21。First　Hunt　

22。　Promised　

23。Memories　24。　Surprise　

25。　Favor　

26。Shiny　27。　Travel　Plans　

28。The　Future　

29。　Defection　

30。　Irresistible　

31。　Talented　

32。　pany　




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33。Forever　

34。　Declared　

35。　Deadline　

36。　Bloodlust　

37。　Contrivances　

38。Power　

39。　TheHappily　EverAfter　

Vampire　Index　Acknowledgments　

This　book　is　dedicated　to　my　ninjaagent；　Jodi　Reamer　Thank　you　for　keeping　me　off　the　ledge。　

And　thanks　also　to　my　favorite　band；　

the　very　aptly　named　Muse；　

for　providing　a　saga's　worth　of　inspiration。　

BOOK　ONE　

bella　

CONTENTS　

PREFACE　

1。ENGAGED　

2。　LONG　NIGHT　

3。　BIG　DAY　

4。GESTURE　

5。　ISLEESME　

6。　DISTRACTION　

7。　UNEXPECTED　

Childhood　is　not　from　birth　to　a　certain　age　and　at　a　certain　age　

The　child　is　grown；　and　puts　away　childish　things。　

Childhood　is　the　kingdom　where　nobody　dies。　



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Edna　St。　Vincent　Millay　

PREFACE　

I'd　had　more　than　my　fair　share　of　neardeath　experiences；　it　wasn't　something　you　ever　really　got　used　
to。　

It　seemed　oddly　inevitable；　though；　facing　death　again。　Like　I　really　was　marked　for　disaster。　I'd　
escaped　time　and　time　again；　but　it　kept　ing　back　for　me。　

Still；　this　time　was　so　different　from　the　others。　

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？　

1。　ENGAGED　

No　one　is　staring　at　you；I　promised　myself。　No　one　is　staring　at　you。　No　one　is　staring　at　you。　

But；　because　I　couldn't　lie　convincingly　even　to　myself；　I　had　to　check。　

As　I　sat　waiting　for　one　of　the　three　traffic　lights　in　town　to　turn　green；　I　peeked　to　the　right—in　her　
minivan；　Mrs。　Weber　had　turned　her　whole　torso　in　my　direction。　Her　eyes　bored　into　mine；　and　I　
flinched　back；　wondering　why　she　didn't　drop　her　gaze　or　look　ashamed。　It　was　still　considered　rude　to　
stare　at　people；　wasn't　it？　Didn't　that　apply　to　me　anymore？　

Then　I　remembered　that　these　windows　were　so　darkly　tinted　that　she　probably　had　no　idea　if　it　was　
even　me　in　here；　let　alone　that　I'd　caught　her　looking。　I　tried　to　take　some　fort　in　the　fact　that　she　
wasn't　really　staring　at　me；　just　the　car。　

Mycar。　Sigh。　

I　glanced　to　the　left　and　groaned。　Two　pedestrians　were　frozen　on　the　sidewalk；　missing　their　chance　to　
cross　as　they　stared。　Behind　them；　Mr。　Marshall　was　gawking　through　the　plateglass　window　of　his　little　
souvenir　shop。　At　least　he　didn't　have　his　nose　pressed　up　against　the　glass。　Yet。　

The　light　turned　green　and；　in　my　hurry　to　escape；　I　stomped　on　the　gas　pedal　without　thinking—the　
normal　way　I　would　have　punched　it　to　get　my　ancient　Chevy　truck　moving。　

Engine　snarling　like　a　hunting　panther；　the　car　jolted　forward　so　fast　that　my　body　slammed　into　the　black　
leather　seat　and　my　stomach　flattened　against　my　spine。　

〃Arg！〃　I　gasped　as　I　fumbled　for　the　brake。　Keeping　my　head；　I　merely　tapped　the　pedal。　The　car　
lurched　to　an　absolute　standstill　anyway。　



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I　couldn't　bear　to　look　around　at　the　reaction。　If　there　had　been　any　doubt　as　to　who　was　driving　this　car　
before；　it　was　gone　now。　With　the　toe　of　my　shoe；　I　gently　nudged　the　gas　pedal　down　one　half　
millimeter；　and　the　car　shot　

forward　again。　

I　managed　to　reach　my　goal；　the　gas　station。　If　I　hadn't　been　running　on　vapors；　I　wouldn't　have　e　
into　town　at　all。　I　was　going　without　a　lot　of　things　these　days；　like　PopTarts　and　shoelaces；　to　avoid　
spending　time　in　public。　

Moving　as　if　I　were　in　a　race；　I　got　the　hatch　open；　the　cap　off；　the　card　scanned；　and　the　nozzle　in　the　
tank　within　seconds。　Of　course；　there　was　nothing　I　could　do　to　make　the　numbers　on　the　gauge　pick　up　
the　pace。　They　ticked　by　sluggishly；　almost　as　if　they　were　doing　it　just　to　annoy　me。　

It　wasn't　bright　out—a　typical　drizzly　day　in　Forks；　Washington—but　I　still　felt　like　a　spotlight　was　
trained　on　me；　drawing　attention　to　the　delicate　ring　on　my　left　hand。　At　times　like　this；　sensing　the　eyes　
on　my　back；　it　felt　as　if　the　ring　were　pulsing　like　a　neon　sign：　Look　at　me；　look　at　me。　

It　was　stupid　to　be　so　selfconscious；　and　I　knew　that。　Besides　my　dad　and　mom；　did　it　really　matter　
what　people　were　saying　about　my　engagement？　About　my　new　car？　About　my　mysterious　acceptance　
into　an　Ivy　League　college？　About　the　shiny　black　credit　card　that　felt　redhot　in　my　back　pocket　right　
now？　

〃Yeah；　who　cares　what　they　think；〃　I　muttered　under　my　breath。　

〃Urn；　miss？〃　a　man's　voice　called。　

I　turned；　and　then　wished　I　hadn't。　

Two　men　stood　beside　a　fancy　SUV　with　brandnew　kayaks　tied　to　the　top。　Neither　of　them　was　
looking　at　me；　they　both　were　staring　at　the　car。　

Personally；　I　didn't　get　it。　But　then；　I　was　just　proud　I　could　distinguish　between　the　symbols　for　Toyota；　
Ford；　and　Chevy。　This　car　was　glossy　black；　sleek；　and　pretty；　but　it　was　still　just　a　car　to　me。　

〃I'm　sorry　to　bother　you；　but　could　you　tell　me　what　kind　of　car　you're　driving？〃　the　tall　one　asked。　

〃Urn；　a　Mercedes；　right？〃　

〃Yes；〃　the　man　said　politely　while　his　shorter　friend　rolled　his　eyes　at　my　answer。　〃I　know。　But　I　was　
wondering；　is　that。。。　are　you　driving　a　Mercedes　Guardian？〃　The　man　said　the　name　with　reverence。　I　
had　a　feeling　this　guy　would　get　along　well　with　Edward　Cullen；　my。。。　my　fiance　（there　really　was　no　
getting　around　that　truth　with　the　wedding　just　days　away）。　〃They　aren't　supposed　to　be　available　in　
Europe　yet；〃　the　man　went　on；　〃let　alone　here。〃　

While　his　eyes　traced　the　contours　of　my　car—it　didn't　look　much　different　from　any　other　Mercedes　
sedan　to　me；　but　what　did　I　know？—I　briefly　contemplated　my　issues　with　words　like　fiance；　wedding；　
husband；　etc。　

I　just　couldn't　put　it　together　in　my　head。　



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On　the　one　hand；　I　had　been　raised　to　cringe　at　the　very　thought　of　poofy　white　dresses　and　bouquets。　
But　more　than　that；　I　just　couldn't　reconcile　a　staid；　respectable；　dull　concept　like　husband　with　my　
concept　of　Edward。　It　was　like　casting　an　archangel　as　an　accountant；　I　couldn't　visualize　him　in　any　
monplace　role。　

Like　always；　as　soon　as　I　started　thinking　about　Edward　I　was　caught　up　in　a　dizzy　spin　of　fantasies。　The　
stranger　had　to　clear　his　throat　to　get　my　attention；　he　was　still　waiting　for　an　answer　about　the　car's　make　
and　model。　

〃I　don't　know；〃　I　told　him　honestly。　

〃Do　you　mind　if　I　take　a　picture　with　it？〃　

It　took　me　a　second　to　process　that。　〃Really？　You　want　to　take　a　pictur