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3 eclipse月食-第60部分

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violent pattern and the years passed。 I was sick of it all for a very long time before anything changed 。 。 。 
    “Decades later; I developed a friendship with a newborn who’d remained useful and survived his first 
three years; against the odds。 His name was Peter。 I liked Peter; he was 。 。 。 civilized — I suppose that’s the 
right word。 He didn’t enjoy the fight; though he was good at it。 
    “He was assigned to deal with the newborns — babysit them; you could say。 It was a full…time job。 
    “And then it was time to purge again。 The newborns were outgrowing their strength; they were due to be 
replaced。 Peter was supposed to help me dispose of them。 We took them aside individually; you see; one by 
one 。 。 。 It was always a very long night。 This time; he tried to convince me that a few had potential; but Maria 
had instructed that we get rid of them all。 I told him no。 
    “We were about halfway through; and I could feel that it was taking a great toll on Peter。 I was trying to 
decide whether or not I should send him away and finish up myself as I called out the next victim。 To my 
surprise; he was suddenly angry; furious。 I braced for whatever his mood might foreshadow — he was a good 

fighter; but he was never a match for me。 
     “The newborn I’d summoned was a female; just past her year mark。 Her name was Charlotte。 His feelings 
changed when she came into view; they gave him away。 He yelled for her to run; and he bolted after her。 I 
could have pursued them; but I didn’t。 I felt 。 。 。 averse to destroying him。 
     “Maria was irritated with me for that 。 。 。 
     “Five years later; Peter snuck back for me。 He picked a good day to arrive。 
     “Maria was mystified by my ever…deteriorating frame of mind。 She’d never felt a moment’s depression; 
and I wondered why I was different。 I began to notice a change in her emotions when she was near me — 
sometimes there was fear 。 。 。 and malice — the same feelings that had given me advance warning when Nettie 
and Lucy struck。 I was preparing myself to destroy my only ally; the core of my existence; when Peter 
returned。 
     “Peter told me about his new life with Charlotte; told me about options I’d never dreamed I had。 In five 
years; they’d never had a fight; though they’d met many others in the north。 Others who could co…exist without 
the constant mayhem。 
     “In one conversation; he had me convinced。 I was ready to go; and somewhat relieved I wouldn’t have to 
kill Maria。 I’d been her companion for as many years as Carlisle and Edward have been together; yet the 
bond between us was nowhere near as strong。 When you live for the fight; for the blood; the relationships you 
form are tenuous and easily broken。 I walked away without a backward glance。 
     “I traveled with Peter and Charlotte for a few years; getting the feel of this new; more peaceful world。 But 
the depression didn’t fade。 I didn’t understand what was wrong with me; until Peter noticed that it was always 
worse after I’d hunted。 
     “I contemplated that。 In so many years of slaughter and carnage; I’d lost nearly all of my humanity。 I was 
undeniably a nightmare; a monster of the grisliest kind。 Yet each time I found another human victim; I would 
feel a faint prick of remembrance for that other life。 Watching their eyes widen in wonder at my beauty; I could 
see Maria and the others in my head; what they had looked like to me the last night that I was Jasper 
Whitlock。 It was stronger for me — this borrowed memory — than it was for anyone else; because I could 
feel everything my prey was feeling。 And I lived their emotions as I killed them。 
     “You’ve experienced the way I can manipulate the emotions around myself; Bella; but I wonder if you 
realize how the feelings in a room affect me。 I live every day in a climate of emotion。 For the first century of my 
life; I lived in a world of bloodthirsty vengeance。 Hate was my constant companion。 It eased some when I left 
Maria; but I still had to feel the horror and fear of my prey。 
     “It began to be too much。 
     “The depression got worse; and I wandered away from Peter and Charlotte。 Civilized as they were; they 
didn’t feel the same aversion I was beginning to feel。 They only wanted peace from the fight。 I was so wearied 
by killing — killing anyone; even mere humans。 
     “Yet I had to keep killing。 What choice did I have? I tried to kill less often; but I would get too thirsty and 
I would give in。 After a century of instant gratification; I found self…discipline 。 。 。 challenging。 I still haven’t 
perfected that。” 
     Jasper was lost in the story; as was I。 It surprised me when his desolate expression smoothed into a 
peaceful smile。 
     “I was in Philadelphia。 There was a storm; and I was out during the day — something I was not 
completely comfortable with yet。 I knew standing in the rain would attract attention; so I ducked into a little 
half…empty diner。 My eyes were dark enough that no one would notice them; though this meant I was thirsty; 
and that worried me a little。 
     “She was there — expecting me; naturally。” He chuckled once。 “She hopped down from the high stool at 
the counter as soon as I walked in and came directly toward me。 
     “It shocked me。 I was not sure if she meant to attack。 That’s the only interpretation of her behavior my 
past had to offer。 But she was smiling。 And the emotions that were emanating from her were like nothing I’d 
ever felt before。 
     “‘You’ve kept me waiting a long time;’ she said。” 
     I didn’t realize Alice had come to stand behind me again。 
     “And you ducked your head; like a good Southern gentleman; and said; ‘I’m sorry; ma’am。’” Alice 

laughed at the memory。 
     Jasper smiled down at her。 “You held out your hand; and I took it without stopping to make sense of what 
I was doing。 For the first time in almost a century; I felt hope。” 
     Jasper took Alice’s hand as he spoke。 
     Alice grinned。 “I was just relieved。 I thought you were never going to show up。” 
     They smiled at each other for a long moment; and then Jasper looked back to me; the soft expression 
lingering。 
     “Alice told me what she’d seen of Carlisle and his family。 I could hardly believe that such an existence was 
possible。 But Alice made me optimistic。 So we went to find them。” 
     “Scared the hell out of them; too;” Edward said; rolling his eyes at Jasper before turning to me to explain。 
“Emmett and I were away hunting。 Jasper shows up; covered in battle scars; towing this little freak” — he 
nudged Alice playfully — “who greets them all by name; knows everything about them; and wants to know 
which room she can move into。” 
     Alice and Jasper laughed in harmony; soprano and bass。 
     “When I got home; all my things were in the garage;” Edward continued。 
     Alice shrugged。 “Your room had the best view。” 
     They all laughed together now。 
     “That’s a nice story;” I said。 
     Three pairs of eyes questioned my sanity。 
     “I mean the last part;” I defended myself。 “The happy ending with Alice。”
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