《暮色》有声名著第九章01(中英对照)

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2011-1-12 14:37

《暮色》有声名著第九章01(中英对照)

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贝拉将自己流放到了福克斯这个偏僻且终年阴雨的小镇上,她怎么也想不到,就是这个抉择,让她与他相遇在命运的十字路口.眼神交会的那一瞬,彼此之间已经明白,等待他们的,除了幸福的诱惑,还有危险的深渊.互相倾心的两人,在爱情与危险间摆荡,一起度过新鲜而刺激的每一天.

9. THEORY

"Can I ask just one more?" I pleaded as Edward accelerated much too quickly down the quiet street. He didn't seem to be paying any attention to the road.

He sighed.

"One," he agreed. His lips pressed together into a cautious line.

"Well… you said you knew I hadn't gone into the bookstore, and that I had gone south. I was just wondering how you knew that."

He looked away, deliberating.

"I thought we were past all the evasiveness," I grumbled.

He almost smiled.

"Fine, then. I followed your scent." He looked at the road, giving me time to compose my face. I couldn't think of an acceptable response to that, but I filed it carefully away for future study. I tried to refocus. I wasn't ready to let him be finished, now that he was finally explaining things.

"And then you didn't answer one of my first questions…" I stalled.

He looked at me with disapproval. "Which one?"

"How does it work — the mind-reading thing? Can you read anybody's mind, anywhere? How do you do it? Can the rest of your family… ?" I felt silly, asking for clarification on make-believe.

"That's more than one," he pointed out. I simply intertwined my fingers and gazed at him, waiting.

"No, it's just me. And I can't hear anyone, anywhere. I have to be fairly close. The more familiar someone's… 'voice' is, the farther away I can hear them. But still, no more than a few miles." He paused thoughtfully. "It's a little like being in a huge hall filled with people, everyone talking at once. It's just a hum — a buzzing of voices in the background. Until I focus on one voice, and then what they're thinking is clear.

"Most of the time I tune it all out — it can be very distracting. And then it's easier to seem normal" — he frowned as he said the word — "when I'm not accidentally answering someone's thoughts rather than their words."

"Why do you think you can't hear me?" I asked curiously.

He looked at me, his eyes enigmatic.

"I don't know," he murmured. "The only guess I have is that maybe your mind doesn't work the same way the rest of theirs do. Like your thoughts are on the AM frequency and I'm only getting FM." He grinned at me, suddenly amused.

"My mind doesn't work right? I'm a freak?" The words bothered me more than they should — probably because his speculation hit home. I'd always suspected as much, and it embarrassed me to have it confirmed.

"I hear voices in my mind and you're worried that you're the freak," he laughed. "Don't worry, it's just a theory…" His face tightened. "Which brings us back to you."

I sighed. How to begin?

"Aren't we past all the evasions now?" he reminded me softly.

I looked away from his face for the first time, trying to find words. I happened to notice the speedometer.

"Holy crow!" I shouted. "Slow down!"

"What's wrong?" He was startled. But the car didn't decelerate.

"You're going a hundred miles an hour!" I was still shouting. I shot a panicky glance out the window, but it was too dark to see much. The road was only visible in the long patch of bluish brightness from the headlights. The forest along both sides of the road was like a black wall — as hard as a wall of steel if we veered off the road at this speed.

"Relax, Bella." He rolled his eyes, still not slowing.

"Are you trying to kill us?" I demanded.

"We're not going to crash."

I tried to modulate my voice. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I always drive like this." He turned to smile crookedly at me.

"Keep your eyes on the road!"


"I've never been in an accident, Bella — I've never even gotten a ticket." He grinned and tapped his forehead. "Built-in radar detector."

"Very funny." I fumed. "Charlie's a cop, remember? I was raised to abide by traffic laws. Besides, if you turn us into a Volvo pretzel around a tree trunk, you can probably just walk away."

"Probably," he agreed with a short, hard laugh. "But you can't." He sighed, and I watched with relief as the needle gradually drifted toward eighty. "Happy?"

"Almost."

"I hate driving slow," he muttered.

"This is slow?"

"Enough commentary on my driving," he snapped. "I'm still waiting for your latest theory."

I bit my lip. He looked down at me, his honey eyes unexpectedly gentle.

"I won't laugh," he promised.

"I'm more afraid that you'll be angry with me."

"Is it that bad?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

He waited. I was looking down at my hands, so I couldn't see his

expression.

"Go ahead." His voice was calm.

"I don't know how to start," I admitted.

"Why don't you start at the beginning… you said you didn't come up with this on your own."

"No."

"What got you started — a book? A movie?" he probed.

"No — it was Saturday, at the beach." I risked a glance up at his face. He looked puzzled.

"I ran into an old family friend —Jacob Black," I continued. "His dad and Charlie have been friends since I was a baby."

He still looked confused.

"His dad is one of the Quileute elders." I watched him carefully. His confused expression froze in place. "We went for a walk —" I edited all my scheming out of the story "— and he was telling me some old legends — trying to scare me, I think. He told me one…" I hesitated.

"Go on," he said.

"About vampires." I realized I was whispering. I couldn't look at his face now. But I saw his knuckles tighten convulsively on the wheel.

"And you immediately thought of me?" Still calm.

"No. He… mentioned your family."

He was silent, staring at the road.

I was worried suddenly, worried about protecting Jacob.

"He just thought it was a silly superstition," I said quickly. "He didn't expect me to think anything of it." It didn't seem like enough; I had to confess. "It was my fault, I forced him to tell me."

"Why?"

"Lauren said something about you — she was trying to provoke me. And an older boy from the tribe said your family didn't come to the reservation, only it sounded like he meant something different. So I got Jacob alone and I tricked it out of him," I admitted, hanging my head.

He startled me by laughing. I glared up at him. He was laughing, but his eyes were fierce, staring ahead.

"Tricked him how?" he asked.

"I tried to flirt — it worked better than I thought it would." Disbelief colored my tone as I remembered.

"I'd like to have seen that." He chuckled darkly. "And you accused me of dazzling people — poor Jacob Black."

I blushed and looked out my window into the night.

"What did you do then?" he asked after a minute.

"I did some research on the Internet."

"And did that convince you?" His voice sounded barely interested. But his hands were clamped hard onto the steering wheel.

"No. Nothing fit. Most of it was kind of silly. And then…" I stopped.

"What?"

"I decided it didn't matter," I whispered.

"It didn't matter?" His tone made me look up — I had finally broken through his carefully composed mask. His face was incredulous, with just a hint of the anger I'd feared.

"No," I said softly. "It doesn't matter to me what you are."

A hard, mocking edge entered his voice. "You don't care if I'm a monster? If I'm not human!"

"No."

He was silent, staring straight ahead again. His face was bleak and cold.

"You're angry," I sighed. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"No," he said, but his tone was as hard as his face. "I'd rather know what you're thinking — even if what you're thinking is insane."

"So I'm wrong again?" I challenged.

"That's not what I was referring to. 'It doesn't matter'!" he quoted, gritting his teeth together.

"I'm right?" I gasped.

"Does it matter?"

I took a deep breath.

"Not really." I paused. "But I am curious." My voice, at least, was composed.

He was suddenly resigned. "What are you curious about?"

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen," he answered promptly.

"And how long have you been seventeen?"

His lips twitched as he stared at the road. "A while," he admitted at last.

"Okay." I smiled, pleased that he was still being honest with me. He stared down at me with watchful eyes, much as he had before, when he was worried I would go into shock. I smiled wider in encouragement, and he frowned.

"Don't laugh — but how can you come out during the daytime?"

He laughed anyway. "Myth."

"Burned by the sun?"

"Myth."

"Sleeping in coffins?"

"Myth." He hesitated for a moment, and a peculiar tone entered his voice. "I can't sleep."

It took me a minute to absorb that. "At all?"

"Never," he said, his voice nearly inaudible. He turned to look at me with a wistful expression. The golden eyes held mine, and I lost my train of thought. I stared at him until he looked away.

"You haven't asked me the most important question yet." His voice was hard now, and when he looked at me again his eyes were cold.

I blinked, still dazed. "Which one is that?"

"You aren't concerned about my diet?" he asked sarcastically.

"Oh," I murmured, "that."

"Yes, that." His voice was bleak. "Don't you want to know if I drink blood?"

I flinched. "Well, Jacob said something about that."

"What did Jacob say?" he asked flatly.

"He said you didn't… hunt people. He said your family wasn't supposed to be dangerous because you only hunted animals."

"He said we weren't dangerous?" His voice was deeply skeptical.

"Not exactly. He said you weren't supposed to be dangerous. But the Quileutes still didn't want you on their land, just in case."

He looked forward, but I couldn't tell if he was watching the road or not.

"So was he right? About not hunting people?" I tried to keep my voice as even as possible.

"The Quileutes have a long memory," he whispered.

I took it as a confirmation.

"Don't let that make you complacent, though," he warned me. "They're right to keep their distance from us. We are still dangerous."

"I don't understand."

"We try," he explained slowly. "We're usually very good at what we do. Sometimes we make mistakes. Me, for example, allowing myself to be alone with you."

"This is a mistake?" I heard the sadness in my voice, but I didn't know if he could as well.

"A very dangerous one," he murmured.

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第九章 理论

“我能再问一个问题吗?“我恳求道。爱德华在安静的街道上越开越快。他似乎根本就没在注意路况。

他叹了口气。

“就一个。“他同意了。他的双唇又抿紧成一条谨慎的线条。

“嗯……你说你知道我没进书店,而且我往南走了。我只是想弄明白你是怎么知道的。“

他看向别处,思索着。

“我认为我们都不应该逃避的。“我喃喃地抱怨道。

他几乎微笑起来。

“好吧,那么,我一路跟随着你的气息。“他看着路面,让我有时间恢复脸上的镇定。对此我根本想不出任何令人满意的回答,但我小心地把它归档,以供日后研究。我试着重新集中注意力。既然他终于开始解释了,我可不准备让他就此打住。

“还有,你还没回答我最开始问的一个问题……“我在拖延时间。

他不赞同地看着我:“哪一个?“

“这是怎么起作用的——读心术?你能读任何地方,任何人的心吗?你是怎么做到的?你家里别的成员能……?“我觉得自己很愚蠢,居然为了掩饰自己而要求他澄清一切。

“这可不止一个问题。“他指出。我只是十指交缠,然后注视着他,等待着。

“不,只有我是这样。而且我也不是可以听到任何地方任何人的心。我得靠得相当近。越熟悉某人的……‘声音’,我就能从越远的地方听到他们。但始终,不能超过几英里的距离。“他停下来想了想。“就好比在一个巨大的挤满人的礼堂里,同一时刻每个人都在说话。那只是一阵嗡嗡声——一阵嗡嗡的背景声。直到我把注意里集中在某个声音上,他们所想的才会清晰起来。“

“大多数时候我都会把它们拒之耳外——实在是太烦人了。而且这样会能让我显得更正常些“——他说这话时皱了皱眉——“我就不会出人意料地回答某人心中未出口的疑问。“

“为什么你认为你听不到我的‘心声’呢?“我好奇地问道。

他看着我,眼里写满了不可思议。

“我不知道。“他喃喃低语道。“我唯一的猜想是也许你的脑子运作的方式和所有别的人都不一样。就像是你的思想在AM频道,而我只能收到FM。“他向我咧嘴一笑,忽然打趣道。

“我的脑子不正常?我是个怪胎?“这些话比预期的更让我困扰——也许是因为他的推测正中要害。我时常怀疑着这一点,而当它被证实时让我感到局促不安。

“我能听到脑子里的声音,而你却在担心你是怪胎。“他大笑着。“别担心,那只是个理论……“他的脸绷紧了。“现在让我们回到你的理论上吧。“

我叹了口气。从何说起?

“我们现在都不应该逃避,对吧?“他温柔地提醒我。

我头一次把目光从他脸上移开,搜肠刮肚地想要找出合适的言语来表达。我无意中注意到了速度计。

“我的天啊!“我喊出声来。“减速!“

“怎么了?“他吓了一跳,但车速并没有放慢。

“你开到了每小时一百英里!“我依然在大喊。我惊慌失措地看了一眼窗外,但外面太黑了,我什么也看不见。路面上只有被前灯微蓝的光线照到的长长的一片能看得清。路两旁的森林就像两堵黑色的墙——如果我们用这个速度冲出路面,它们会坚固得像铜墙铁壁一样。
“放轻松,贝拉。“他转了转眼睛,还是没有减速。

“你想杀了我们吗?“我诘问道。

“我们不会撞车的。“

我试着调整自己的声音。“你为什么要这么匆忙呢?“

“我一向开这么快。“他转过头来,向我弯弯一笑。

“你给我看着路面!“

“我从没出过事故,贝拉——我甚至没有吃过罚单。“他咧嘴一笑,拍了拍他的额头。“内置雷达探测器。“

“很有趣。“我怒气冲冲地说着。“查理是个cop,还记得吧?我是被教育着要遵纪守法长大的。另外,即使你把我们变成了树干上的沃尔沃夹心饼,你也许还是可以全身而退。“

“也许。“他发出一声短促的、勉强的笑声,赞同道。“但你不能。“他叹息道。我宽慰地看到指针渐渐回落到八十英里处。“高兴了?“

“差不多。“

“我不喜欢开慢车。“他抱怨着。

“这叫慢?“

“就我的驾驶而言,相当中肯。“他忽然改变了话题。“我还等着听你的最新理论呢。“

我咬住唇。他低头看着我,蜜糖似的眼神出奇地温柔。

“我不会笑的。“他保证道。

“我更怕你会生我的气。“

“有那么糟吗?“

“没错,相当严重。“

他等待着。我埋头看着自己的双手,这样我就看不见他的表情了。

“接着说。“他的声音很平静。

“我不知道从何说起。“我坦白道。

“为什么不从头说起呢……你说你不是自己想出来的。“

“不是。“

“你是从哪儿开始的——一本书?一部电影?“他试探着说。

“不——是周六,在海滩上。“我冒险瞄了一眼他的脸。他看上去很困惑。

“我碰巧遇到了一位世交好友——雅克布·布莱克。“我继续说道。“我还是个婴儿的时候,他爸爸和查理就已经是老朋友了。“

他依然一脸困惑。

“他爸爸是奎鲁特人的长老之一。“我小心翼翼地看着他。他困惑的神情立刻凝在了脸上。“我们一起散步——“我去掉了故事里关于我的阴谋的那部分“——他告诉了我一些古老的传说——只是想要吓唬我,我想。他告诉了我一个……“我踌躇起来。

“继续。“他说。

“关于吸血鬼的传说。“我意识到自己在低语着。现在我再也不敢看他的脸了。但我看见他抓着方向盘的指关节痉挛着绷紧了。

“然后你立刻就想到了我?“依然很平静。

“不。他……提到了你的家族。“

他沉默了,只是注视着路面。

我忽然担心起来,担心着想要保护雅克布。

“他只是觉得那是一个愚蠢的迷信。“我飞快地说道。“他没希望我把其中的任何内容当真。“这似乎还不太够。我不得不承认道:“都是我的错,是我逼他告诉我的。“

“为什么?“

“劳伦说了一些关于你的话——她想要激怒我。然后部落里的一个年长的男孩说你的家族不会来保留区,只是听起来他像是在暗示着别的意思。所以我把雅克布单独约了出来,哄骗他说了出来。“我垂下头,承认道。

他大笑起来,把我吓了一跳。我抬起头瞪着他。他大笑着,眼神却显得很狂暴,他直视着前方。

“怎么哄骗他的?“他问道。

“我试图向他调情——但效果比我想象的还要好。“我回想着,语气里带了点怀疑的色彩。

“我真想亲眼目睹那个情景。“他阴郁地轻笑着。“你还指责我把别人迷得神魂颠倒呢——可怜的雅克布·布莱克。“

我红着脸,转头看着自己这侧窗外的夜空。
“然后你做了什么?“一分钟以后,他问道。

“我在网上搜索了一下。“

“那证实了你的猜想吗?“他的声音听起来仅仅是感兴趣。但他的手紧紧地钳握住了方向盘。

“不。没有相符的内容。大多数内容都有点愚蠢。然后……“我停了下来。

“什么?“

“我决定了,这无关紧要。“我低语道。

“这无关紧要?“他的语气让我抬起头来——我最终打破了他小心翼翼地维持着的假面具。他的脸上写满了怀疑,还带着一丝让我害怕的愤怒。

“是的。“我柔声说道。“不管你是什么,这对我来说都无关紧要。“

生硬和嘲弄的色彩渗进了他的声音。“即使我是个怪物你也不在乎?即使我不是人类!“


“我不在乎。“

他沉默了,又一次直视着前方。他的神情阴暗而冷漠。

“你生气了。“我叹息道。“我本来应该什么也不说的。“

“不。“他说道,但他的声音和他的表情一样生硬。“我很想知道你在想什么——即使你的想法愚蠢透顶。“

“所以我又错了?“我挑衅道。

“我不是在说这个。‘这无关紧要’!“他引述着我的话,咬紧了牙关。

“我是对的?“我喘息着说。

“这要紧吗?“

我深吸了一口气。

“不怎么要紧。“我顿了顿。“但我很好奇。“只是,我的声音维持着平静。

他忽然顺从起来:“你好奇什么?“

“你几岁了?“

“十七岁。“他迅速答道。

“你满十七岁多久了?“

当他注视着路面的时候,他的嘴唇扭曲起来。“有一阵子了。“他最终承认道。

“很好。“我笑了起来,对他依然对我坦诚这一点很高兴。他低下头,用警惕的眼神看着我,就像他之前所做的那样,那时他正担心着我会不会震惊得休克过去。因为受到这样的鼓励,我笑得更开怀了,而他皱起了眉头。

“不许笑——可你是怎么能够在白天出来的呢?“

他总算笑了。“鬼扯。“

“被阳光灼烧?“

“鬼扯。“

“睡在棺材里?“

“鬼扯。“他迟疑了片刻,他的声音带上了某种奇特的语气。“我不用睡觉。“

我用了一分钟才消化了这句话。“完全不用?“

“从来不用。“他说道,他的声音几不可闻。他转过头来,用一种渴望的神情看着我。那双金色的眸子抓住了我的眼睛,我完全丧失了思考的能力。我凝视着他,直到他看向别处为止。

“你还没问我那个最重要的问题。“现在他的声音又生硬起来了,当他再次看向我时,他的眼睛冷冰冰的。

我眨了眨眼,依然迷茫着。“哪一个?“

“你不关心我的日常饮食吗?“他挖苦地问道。

“哦。“我喃喃地说着。“那个。“

“是的,那个。“他的声音很阴冷。“你不想知道我是否饮血吗?“

我畏缩着。“嗯,雅克布有说过一些这方面的内容。“

“雅克布怎么说的?“他冷漠地问道。

“他说你不……猎食人类。他说你的家族应该不会有危险性,因为你们只猎食动物。“

“他说我们不危险?“他的声音里有着深深的怀疑。

“不太确切。他是说你们应该没有不危险。但奎鲁特人依然不想让你们踏入他们的土地,只是以防万一。“

他看着前方,但我说不准他是是不是在看路面。

“那他说得对吗?关于不猎食人类这一点?“我竭力让自己的声音尽可能地保持正常。

“奎鲁特人的记性不错。“他低声说道。

我把这句话当作一个肯定。
“不过,别因为这个沾沾自喜。“他警告我。“就和我们保持距离这一点来说,他们是正确的。我们依然很危险。“

“我不明白。“

“我们是在尝试,“他慢条斯理地解释着。“我们通常很善于自我控制。但有时我们会犯错误。我,比方说,让自己和你独处。“

“这是个错误?“我听出了自己声音里的悲哀,但我不知道他是否也能听出来。

“一个非常危险的错误。“他低声说着。