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new moon(暮光之城-新月英文版)-第36部分

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〃There's no sign of him—just a little blood again。〃 Charlie's face was 
pained。 〃The rangers are going out 
armed; taking armed volunteers。 There're a lot of hunters who are eager to be 
involved—there's a 
reward being offered for wolf carcasses。 That's going to mean a lot of 
firepower out there in the forest; 
and it worries me。〃 He shook his head。 〃When people get too excited; accidents 
happen〃 
〃They're going to shoot the wolves?〃 My voice shot through three octaves。 
〃What else can we do? What's wrong?〃 he asked; his tense eyes studying my 
face。 I felt faint; I must be 
whiter than usual。 〃You aren't turning into a tree…hugger on me; are you?〃 
I couldn't answer。 If he hadn't been watching me; I would have put my head 
between my knees。 I'd 
forgotten about the missing hikers; the bloody paw prints I hadn't connected 
those facts to my first 
realization。 
〃Look; honey; don't let this scare you。 Just stay in town or on the highway—
no stops—okay?〃 
〃Okay;〃 I repeated in a weak voice。 
〃I've got to go。〃 
I looked at him closely for the first time; and saw that he had his gun 
strapped to his waist and hiking 
boots on。 
〃You aren't going out there after the wolves; are you; Dad?〃 
〃I've got to help; Bells。 People are disappearing。〃 
My voice shot up again; almost hysterical now。 〃No! No; don't go。 It's too 
dangerous!〃 
〃I've got to do my job; kid。 Don't be such a pessimist—I'll be fine。〃 He 
turned for the door; and held it 
open。 〃You leaving?〃 
I hesitated; my stomach still spinning in unfortable loops。 What could I 
say to stop him? I was too 
dizzy to think of a solution。 
〃Bells?〃 
〃Maybe it's too early to go to La Push;〃 I whispered。 
〃I agree;〃 he said; and he stepped out into the rain; shutting the door behind 
him。 
As soon as he was out of sight; I dropped to the floor and put my head between 
my knees。 
Should I go after Charlie? What would I say? 
And what about Jacob? Jacob was my best friend; I needed to warn him。 If he 
really was a—I cringed 
and forced myself to think the word—werewolf (and I knew it was true; I could 
feel it); then people 
would be shooting at him! I needed to tell him and his friends that people 
would try to kill them if they 
went running around like gigantic wolves。 I needed to tell them to stop。 
They had to stop! Charlie was out there in the woods。 Would they care about 
that? I wondered Up 
until now; only strangers had disappeared。 Did that mean anything; or was it 
just chance? 
I needed to believe that Jacob; at least; would care about that。 
Either way; I had to warn him。 
Or did I? 
Jacob was my best friend; but was he a monster; too? A real one? A bad one? 
Should I warn him; if he 
and his friends were were murderers! If they were out slaughtering innocent 
hikers in cold blood? If 
they were truly creatures from a horror movie in every sense; would it be 
wrong to protect them? 
It was inevitable that I would have to pare Jacob and his friends to the 
Cullens。 I wrapped my arms 
around my chest; fighting the hole; while I thought of them。 
I didn't know anything about werewolves; clearly。 I would have expected 
something closer to the 
movies—big hairy half…men creatures or something—if I'd expected anything at 
all。 So I didn't know 
what made them hunt; whether hunger or thirst or just a desire to kill。 It was 
hard to judge; not knowing 
that。 
But it couldn't be worse than what the Cullens endured in their quest to be 
good。 I thought of Esme—the 
tears started when I pictured her kind; lovely face—and how; as motherly and 
loving as she was; she'd 
had to hold her nose; all ashamed; and run from me when I was bleeding。 It 
couldn't be harder than that。 
I thought of Carlisle; the centuries upon centuries that he had struggled to 
teach himself to ignore blood; 
so that he could save lives as a doctor。 Nothing could be harder than that。 
The werewolves had chosen a different path。 
Now; what should I choose? 
 13。 KILLER
IF IT WAS ANYONE BUT JACOB; I THOUGHT TO MYSELF; shaking my head as I drove 
down 
the forest…lined highway to La Push。 
I still wasn't sure if I was domg the right thing; but I'd made a promise 
with myself。 
I couldn't condone what Jacob and his friends; his pack; were doing。 I 
understood now what he'd said 
last night—that I might not want to see him again—and I could have called 
him as he'd suggested; but 
that felt cowardly。 I owed him a face…to…face conversation; at least。 I would 
tell him to his face that I 
couldn't just overlook what was going on。 I couldn't be friends with a killer 
and say nothing; let the killing 
continue That would make me a monster; too。 
But I couldn't not warn him; either。 I had to do what I could to protect him。 
I pulled up to the Blacks' house with my lips pressed together into a hard 
line。 It was bad enough that my 
best friend was a werewolf。 Did he have to be a monster; too? 
The house was dark; no lights in the windows; but I didn't care if I woke 
them。 My fist thudded against 
the front door with angry energy; the sound reverberated through the walls。 
〃e in;〃 I heard Billy call after a minute; and a light flicked on。 
I twisted the knob; it was unlocked。 Billy was leaning around an open doorway 
just off the little kitchen; a 
bathrobe around his shoulders; not in his chair yet。 When he saw who it was; 
his eyes widened briefly; 
and then his face turned stoic。 
〃Well; good morning; Bella。 What are you doing up so early?〃 
〃Hey; Billy。 I need to talk to Jake—where is he?〃 
〃Um I don't really know;〃 he lied; straight…faced。 
〃Do you know what Charlie is doing this morning?〃 I demanded; sick of the 
stalling。 
〃Should I?〃 
〃He and half the other men in town are all out in the woods with guns; hunting 
giant wolves。〃 
Billy's expression flickered; and then went blank。 
〃So I'd like to talk to Jake about that; if you don't mind;〃 I continued。 
Billy pursed his thick lips for a long moment。 〃I'd bet he's still asleep;〃 he 
finally said; nodding toward the 
tiny hallway off the front room。 〃He's out late a lot these days。 Kid needs 
his rest—probably you 
shouldn't wake him。〃 
〃It's my turn;〃 I muttered under my breath as I stalked to the hallway。 Billy 
sighed。 
Jacob's tiny closet of a room was the only door in the yard…long hallway。 I 
didn't bother to knock。 I 
threw the door open; it slammed against the wall with a bang。 
Jacob—still wearing just the same black cut…off sweats he'd worn last night—
was stretched diagonally 
across the double bed that took up all of his room but a few inches around the 
edges。 Even on a slant; it 
wasn't long enough; his feet hung off the one end and his head off the other。 
He was fast asleep; snoring 
lightly with his mouth hanging open。 The sound of the door hadn't even made 
him twitch。 
His face was peaceful with (deep sleep; all the angry lines smoothed out。 
There were circles under his 
eyes that I hadn't noticed before。 Despite his ridiculous size; he looked very 
young now; and very weary。 
Pity shook me。 
I stepped back out; and shut the door quietly behind me。 
Billy stared with curious; guarded eyes as I walked slowly back into the front 
room。 
〃I think I'll let him get some rest。〃 
Billy nodded; and then we gazed at each other for a minute。 I was dying to ask 
him about his part in this。 
What did he think of what his son had bee? But I knew how he'd supported 
Sam from the very 
beginning; and so I supposed the murders must not bother him。 How he justified 
that to himself I couldn't 
imagine。 
I could see many questions for me in his dark eyes; but he didn't voice them 
either。 
〃Look;〃 I said; breaking the loud silence。 〃I'll be down at the beach for a 
while。 When he wakes up; tell 
him I'm waiting for him; okay?〃 
〃Sure; sure;〃 Billy agreed。 
I wondered if he really would。 Well; if he didn't; I'd tried; right? 
I drove down to First Beach and parked in the empty dirt lot。 It was still 
dark—the gloomy predawn of a 
cloudy day—and when I cut the headlights it was hard to see。 I had to let my 
eyes adjust before I could 
find the path that led through the tall hedge of weeds。 It was colder here; 
with the wind whipping off the 
black water; and I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my winter jacket。 
At least the rain had 
stopped。 
I paced down the beach toward the north seawall。 I couldn't see St。 James or 
the other islands; just the 
vague shape of the water's edge。 I picked my way carefully across the rocks; 
watching out for driftwood 
that might trip me。 
I found what I was looking for before I realized I was looking for it。 It 
materialized out of the gloom when 
it was just a few feet away: a long bone…white driftwood tree stranded deep on 
the rocks。 The roots 
twisted up at the seaward end; like a hundred brittle tentacles。 I couldn't be 
sure that it was the same tree 
where Jacob and I had had our first conversation—a conversation that had 
begun so many different; 
tangled threads of my life—but it seemed to be in about the same place I sat 
down where I'd sat before; 
and stared out across the invisible sea。 
Seeing Jacob like that—innocent and vulnerable in sleep—had stolen all my 
revulsion; dissolved all my 
anger。 I still couldn't turn a blind sye to what was happening; like Billy 
seemed to; but I couldn't condemn 
Jacob for it either。 Love didn't work that way; I decided。 Once you cared 
about a person; it was 
impossible to be logical about them anymore。 Jacob was my friend whether he 
killed people or not。 And 
I didn't know what I was going to do about that。 
When I pictured him sleeping so peacefully; I felt an overpowering urge to 
protect him。 pletely 
illogical。 
Illogical or not; I brooded over the memory his peaceful face; trying to e 
up with some answer; some 
way to shelter him; while the sky slowly turned gray。 
〃Hi;Bella。〃 
Jacob's voice came from the darkness and made me jump。 It was soft; almost 
shy; but I'd been expecting 
some forewarning from the noisy rocks; and so it still startled me。 I could 
see his silhouette against the 
ing sunrise—it looked enormous。 
〃Jake?〃 
He stood several paces away; shifting his weight from foot to foot anxiously。 
〃Billy told me you came by—didn't take you very long; did it? I knew you 
could figure it out。〃 
〃Yeah; I remember the right story now;〃 I whispered。 
It was quiet for a long moment and; though it was still too dark to see well; 
my skin prickled as if his eyes 
were searching my face。 There must have been enough light for him to read my 
expression; because 
when he spoke again; his voice was suddenly acidic。 
〃You could have just called;〃 he said harshly。 
I nodded。 〃I know。〃 
Jacob started pacing along the rocks。 If I listened very hard; I could just 
hear the gentle brush of his feet 
on the rocks behind the sound of the waves。 The rocks had clattered like 
castanets for me。 
〃Why did you e?〃 he demanded; not halting his angry stride。 
〃I thought it would be better face…to…face。〃 
He snorted。 〃Oh; much better。〃 
〃Jacob; I have to warn you—〃 
〃About the rangers and the hunters? Don't worry about it。 We already know。〃 
〃Don't worry ab
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