Breaking Dawn.

Ok, I am sooo excited for the release of Stephenie Meyer's book, Breaking Dawn (coming August 2). I have been waiting for a long time for it to come out. However, not only am I excited about the book, I'm also VERY nervous. I really have no clue how it's going to end up. Either I'm going to love it, or I'm going to hate it.

As everyone who have read the Twilight books know, Bella (the main character) has to chose between her boyfriend/fiance, Edward Cullen, or her best friend who was there for her in hard times, Jacob Black. Oh yeah, Edward is a vampire, and Jacob is a werewolf. As if that could make things more complicated, vampires and werewolves are mortal enemies.

So, Bella is torn between selfless, caring Edward and selfish, stuck-up Jacob. As you can probably tell, I am a big Edward Cullen fan. Not only is Edward perfect on the outside, but he is on the inside too. He cares for Bella completely, all he wants is to make her happy. He loves her so much, that, even though it would break his heart, he is ready to let go of Bella if that's what she wants. Edward is such a selfless character in the series, if Bella is happy with Jacob, then that is ok with Edward. Though he would probably kill himself if that happened.

Jacob, on the other hand is very selfish. He is constantly telling Bella to chose him and tricking her (like in Eclipse when he tricks her into kissing him). In my personal opinion, he is making Bella even more miserable. If he would leave the decision up to her and not put any pressure on her, then her decision would be much, much easier.

I think, and really hope, that in Breaking Dawn, Bella will chose Edward. However, I think it will be towards the end. I think there's a much better chance of her choosing Edward for several reasons. First, Edward has proposed to her, and she said yes. Second, the marriage is already being planned. Third, Edward is truely in love with Bella, where-as I dont really believe that Jacob is. And fourth, Jacob, being a werewolf, could imprint on anyone. (Imprinting basically binds a werewolf to another person, making them perfect for eachother and life mates.) So I really, really hope Jacob imprints in Breaking Dawn, because if he doesnt then Bella could still chose him. Oh yeah, I forgot one extra reason: if Bella doesnt marry Edward and become a vampire soon, she will be forced to become a vampire by the Volturi or killed. (The Volturi are basically the head-honcho vampires that make the rules and make sure the vamps are following them.)

However...Bella could and might chose Jacob (if she does though I might burn the books). She might chose him because Jacob could make her feel guilty about wanting Edward and not him. Also, Edward and his family (mainly Alice) force some things upon Bella. Like expensive cars, clothes, going to dances, and a lot of money. All of these which Bella does not exactly want. In addition, Bella is worried about getting married to Edward at such a young age. She is worried about what other people will think, especially her parents (who also got married right out of high school and then got divorced). Another reason is that she is worried that if she is turned into a vampire, she wont feel the same about Edward.

So, I REALLY REALLY hope Bella choses Edward in Breaking Dawn. And I think she will. Of course, Jacob Black fans are probably saying the same thing about Jacob. OR Stephenie Meyer could surprise everyone and have Bella chose neither. In which case I might have to become a vampire and hunt Meyer down.

So, give me some feedback all you Edward and Jacob fans! I would love to discuss and argue with everyone.

Chapter 2: Escaping the Sun

I jumped as the man’s face came into view, I cruel smile played out on his amazingly beautiful face. My whole body was shaking uncontrollably, the man’s face sent a shiver down my spine. His voice had a dangerous edge to it, much like the features of his face. Jet-black, wavy hair outlined his strong face and firm jaw; it was a striking contrast to his pearly white skin. His cat-like eyes were the same color as his hair, looking into them sent a danger warning through my body.

“There’s no need to scare her, Felix,” the lady said. “I think she’s had quite a fright already.”

“I see that you are right, Anne,” Felix said to the woman, and then turned to address me. “I’m very sorry for startling you. You must have gone through a lot tonight. Now tell me, please, what is your name?”

I couldn’t find it in me to speak, my throat had closed up. Instead, I shook my head. The lady, Anne, snorted. I looked up from her feet to the smirk on her face. Her skin was as white as Felix’s, her eyes just as black. Her hair was amazingly long and curly, stretching down past her waste and was a shade of red that only dye could achieve. Behind the hard, strong features of her face, she was delicate and small.

“Ah, I can see this will be harder than I expected,” Felix sighed. “I know you may not want to, but you must come with me. Quickly. The sun will be coming up soon. I will explain everything when we are in a safer place.” He lowered his hand to my arm, expecting me to take it.
“Felix we must hurry. Just grab her and let’s get out of here!” cried Anne. There was obviously something going on that I didn’t know about.

I looked up into Felix’s eyes. “Please. Come with us. I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you.” Could I trust this man? I realized I couldn’t, not after what I had been through in the past twenty-four hours. But I was obviously in danger, and he was my only hope. I took his hand.

The two beautiful people moved swiftly and gracefully while I stumbled along after them, still weak from the attack. Anne would frequently glance back in my direction, an annoyed expression on her face.

“We will have to move much faster if we want to get there before sunrise,” she took my wrist firmly and tugged me along.

“Relax, Anne, we are nearly there.” Where?

After half an hour of walking, the sky growing brighter every minute, Felix and Anne started into a jog through the side streets. I sprinted to keep up. Finally I saw their destination, at the end of a dark street, a dead end, there was a door. The metal door was set into the wall and rusted. It had no door handle. How are we supposed to get in without a door handle? I wondered. Felix went up to the entrance, quickly knocking once. Then I saw the peek hole. The door creaked open.

Felix and Anne quickly slipped through the narrow opening. I looked in, it was completely dark. I was hesitant, what could be in there? My thoughts were silenced as a pale hand darted out of the opening, grabbing me and pulling me inside. The door was slammed behind me.

“Who is this girl?” said a deep, grizzly voice, nothing like Felix’s. “Why did you bring her here? You know how Darien feels about bringing more in.”

Felix replied calmly and quickly in the dark, “We found her early this morning, she was reeking of blood. We had heard her screams when she was attacked. However, we waited long enough to be sure that whoever had done it had left before we went to her. By that time, it was too late to send her off, the sun was rising.”

“Well you almost didn’t make it,” the man grunted. A small, red light flickered on. “What are you going to do about her? She can’t stay here. I won’t tell Darien now but he will find out eventually if she stays long.”

“I just want to take her to my room and explain what has happened to her and what she should expect,” Felix explained, his face serene, while I on the other hand was terrified.

“I bath wouldn’t hurt either,” the man chuckled. I took a long look at him. He was tall, almost reaching seven feet. Wide and muscled all over, he made Felix look like a weakling. His dirty blonde hair was cropped short, which fit his muscled face, black eyes and full lips. “She really does smell inviting, too bad it’s all wasted,” he seemed to be joking, “You better get her to your room quick, before someone smells her. Keep out of sight.”

“Thanks Derek. I owe you one,” Felix flashed a smile at Derek and pulled me along with him by my arm. Anne nodded in Derek’s direction and followed behind me. Felix led us down a dark and musty hallway with constantly flickering lights. We took a couple of turns, passing many doors, always stopping before turning a corner to check for people. At the end of the corridor, we came to a stop in front of the last door in the hall.

He opened the door and ushered me and Anne inside, shutting the door noiselessly behind. Anne turned on a lamp in the complete darkness. The room was dusty, but I found it homey. A leather couch in the center of the room was worn-down and cracked; desks and the one coffee table were covered in paper and books of different sizes. An archway in one of the walls led to another room.

Felix turned to me, “We have to get you clean and in some fresh clothes. The bathroom is in the next room. Though the plumbing is not good, the water might come out a little murky. Anne will get you some clothes and a bar of soap.”

Anne led me into the other room through the archway. She turned on the bed-side lamp and began to rummage through the clothes in a dresser. She pulled out a pair of ripped jeans and a black tee-shirt. She handed them to me and opened the wooden door to the bathroom. It was disgusting. I could tell that these people, even though they looked clean, had no sense of hygiene at all. Or maybe no need for it, I realized. The toilet, tub and sink were all filled with dirt and grime. Only the mirror remained clean. Anne turned the knobs on the tub. The water came out a murky brown.

“If we let it run long enough the water should clear up and then we can hopefully drain some of the muck,” she turned to a cabinet, pulling out an old bar of soap and handing it to me.

“So, while we’re waiting. Why don’t you tell me your name?” She inquired. I hesitated. “You don’t talk much, do you?”

“M-my name is Leslie…Leslie Green,” I stammered, my voice barely a whisper.

“That’s a nice name. As you probably figured out, my name is Anne and my husband’s name is Felix.” I nodded, she went on, “Felix and I would like to talk to you after you take your bath. I must warn you that the things we will tell you will most likely scare and confuse you. But please listen to what we tell you. You may not believe us at first, but in a sort time you will.”

She gave a sad smile and began to drain the half-filled tub of brown water and mold. She began to refill the water, this time it came out a little clouded, but looked harmless enough.

“Who are you people? Why did you bring me here? And what is happening to me?” the questions came rushing out of my mouth.

“Calm down, calm down. We will explain everything after you clean up.” She handed me the bar of soap.