LOOOOOL SO GEIL^^
ich hab grad auf ner englischen seite n weiters outtake von twilight gefunden!!!!!!!!!!!!! das is so geil... hammer lustig^^
also es is leider halt auf englihsc... aber nich schwer zu verstehn.. ich setzt das jetzt einfach mal ihr rein.. (natürlich als spoiler^^) und achja... also das ist nicht richitg geschrieben... also es feheln z.b. die " bei wörtlicher rede... aber das stört ja keinen^^
Food started to become a dilemma, not for me, but for them. I wasnt aware of the problem at first, always a little hazy from the drugs the nurses injected through my IV, and Edward never spoke to me about it. When I finally noticed, his irises were almost entirely black, the circles under his eyes deep and purple. But he brushed aside all my concerns, laughing.
Then one morning, waking uncomfortable and groggyI wasnt sleeping well flat on my back, but it was the only position that my leg allowedI opened my eyes to look for him, my first instinct now. He knew the signs of my waking, and he was always there, his seraphic face my first sight of the day. All the nuisances of the hospital, the needle-happy nurses, the pain of my injuries, the lumpy spots in my hard bed, faded to nothing compared with the gift of his company.
Good morning. His smile was unbearably beautiful. Thank goodness theyd removed the heart monitor, so the nurses wouldnt have to come check the sudden spike in my pulse.
And then I noticed his eyes, and gasped.
Whats wrong? He frowned, at once becoming overly concerned.
Your eyes. I shivered. The last time Id seen eyes that color Id nearly died. He ducked his head, ashamed, turning his burgundy-tinted irises away.
Sorry, I should have warned you.
I gazed at him broodingly till he finally looked back up, his garnet eyes apprehensive.
Are you upset? he asked, tentative.
I sighed. I guess Im okay, as long as it was that nurse that keeps having so much trouble finding my veins.
He made a disgusted sound and leaned away from me. I hope youre joking.
Then what? I wondered.
Alice and I knocked over the hospital blood bank, he admitted, seeming embarrassed. It was her faultshe refused to hunt coyotes or rattlesnakes.
I giggled, picturing her distaste. I hoped you stayed away from the O-negative, I tried unsuccessfully to look severe.
He glared, upset by my reference to those first anxious hoursof which I had no memorywhen the hospital ran out of my blood type and had to have more rushed up by helicopter from Tucson.
We chose AB-positive, of course.
Of course, I agreed. Those lucky stiffs can use anybodys blood.
He scowled at me. He considered it all part of my hazard-attracting nature and there fore my fault that I would have the most difficult blood to supply.