《暮色》有声名著第十章01(中英对照)

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2011-1-13 15:03

《暮色》有声名著第十章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.

10. INTERROGATIONS

It was very hard, in the morning, to argue with the part of me that was sure last night was a dream. Logic wasn't on my side, or common sense. I clung to the parts I couldn't have imagined — like his smell. I was sure I could never have dreamed that up on my own.

It was foggy and dark outside my window, absolutely perfect. He had no reason not to be in school today. I dressed in my heavy clothes, remembering I didn't have a jacket. Further proof that my memory was real.

When I got downstairs, Charlie was gone again — I was running later than I'd realized. I swallowed a granola bar in three bites, chased it down with milk straight from the carton, and then hurried out the door. Hopefully the rain would hold off until I could find Jessica.

It was unusually foggy; the air was almost smoky with it. The mist was ice cold where it clung to the exposed skin on my face and neck. I couldn't wait to get the heat going in my truck. It was such a thick fog that I was a few feet down the driveway before I realized there was a car in it: a silver car. My heart thudded, stuttered, and then picked up again in double time.

I didn't see where he came from, but suddenly he was there, pulling the door open for me.

"Do you want to ride with me today?" he asked, amused by my expression as he caught me by surprise yet again. There was uncertainty in his voice. He was really giving me a choice — I was free to refuse, and part of him hoped for that. It was a vain hope.

"Yes, thank you," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. As I stepped into the warm car, I noticed his tan jacket was slung over the headrest of the passenger seat. The door closed behind me, and, sooner than should be possible, he was sitting next to me, starting the car.

"I brought the jacket for you. I didn't want you to get sick or something." His voice was guarded. I noticed that he wore no jacket himself, just a light gray knit V-neck shirt with long sleeves. Again, the fabric clung to his perfectly muscled chest. It was a colossal tribute to his face that it kept my eyes away from his body.

"I'm not quite that delicate," I said, but I pulled the jacket onto my lap, pushing my arms through the too-long sleeves, curious to see if the scent could possibly be as good as I remembered. It was better.

"Aren't you?" he contradicted in a voice so low I wasn't sure if he meant for me to hear.

We drove through the fog-shrouded streets, always too fast, feeling awkward. I was, at least. Last night all the walls were down… almost all.

I didn't know if we were still being as candid today. It left me tongue-tied. I waited for him to speak.

He turned to smirk at me. "What, no twenty questions today?"

"Do my questions bother you?" I asked, relieved.

"Not as much as your reactions do." He looked like he was joking, but I couldn't be sure.

I frowned. "Do I react badly?"

"No, that's the problem. You take everything so coolly — it's unnatural. It makes me wonder what you're really thinking."

"I always tell you what I'm really thinking."

"You edit," he accused.

"Not very much."

"Enough to drive me insane."

"You don't want to hear it," I mumbled, almost whispered. As soon as the words were out, I regretted them. The pain in my voice was very faint; I could only hope he hadn't noticed it.

He didn't respond, and I wondered if I had ruined the mood. His face was unreadable as we drove into the school parking lot. Something occurred to me belatedly.

"Where's the rest of your family?" I asked — more than glad to be alone with him, but remembering that his car was usually full.

"They took Rosalie's car." He shrugged as he parked next to a glossy red convertible with the top up. "Ostentatious, isn't it?"

"Um, wow," I breathed. "If she has that, why does she ride with you?"

"Like I said, it's ostentatious. We try to blend in."

"You don't succeed." I laughed and shook my head as we got out of the car. I wasn't late anymore; his lunatic driving had gotten me to school in plenty of time. "So why did Rosalie drive today if it's more conspicuous?"

"Hadn't you noticed? I'm breaking all the rules now." He met me at the front of the car, staying very close to my side as we walked onto campus. I wanted to close that little distance, to reach out and touch him, but I was afraid he wouldn't like me to.

"Why do you have cars like that at all?" I wondered aloud. "If you're looking for privacy?"

"An indulgence," he admitted with an impish smile. "We all like to drive fast."

"Figures," I muttered under my breath.

Under the shelter of the cafeteria roof's overhang, Jessica was waiting, her eyes about to bug out of their sockets. Over her arm, bless her, was my jacket.

"Hey, Jessica," I said when we were a few feet away. "Thanks for remembering." She handed me my jacket without speaking.

"Good morning, Jessica," Edward said politely. It wasn't really his fault that his voice was so irresistible. Or what his eyes were capable of.

"Er… hi." She shifted her wide eyes to me, trying to gather her jumbled thoughts. "I guess I'll see you in Trig." She gave me a meaningful look, and I suppressed a sigh. What on earth was I going to tell her?

"Yeah, I'll see you then."

She walked away, pausing twice to peek back over her shoulder at us.

"What are you going to tell her?" Edward murmured.

"Hey, I thought you couldn't read my mind!" I hissed.

"I can't," he said, startled. Then understanding brightened his eyes. "However, I can read hers — she'll be waiting to ambush you in class."

I groaned as I pulled off his jacket and handed it to him, replacing it with my own. He folded it over his arm.

"So what are you going to tell her?"

"A little help?" I pleaded. "What does she want to know?"

He shook his head, grinning wickedly. "That's not fair."

"No, you not sharing what you know — now that's not fair."

He deliberated for a moment as we walked. We stopped outside the door to my first class.

"She wants to know if we're secretly dating. And she wants to know how you feel about me," he finally said.

"Yikes. What should I say?" I tried to keep my expression very innocent. People were passing us on their way to class, probably staring, but I was barely aware of them.

"Hmmm." He paused to catch a stray lock of hair that was escaping the twist on my neck and wound it back into place. My heart spluttered hyperactively. "I suppose you could say yes to the first… if you don't mind — it's easier than any other explanation."

"I don't mind," I said in a faint voice.

"And as for her other question… well, I'll be listening to hear the answer to that one myself." One side of his mouth pulled up into my favorite uneven smile. I couldn't catch my breath soon enough to respond to that remark. He turned and walked away.

"I'll see you at lunch," he called over his shoulder. Three people walking in the door stopped to stare at me.

I hurried into class, flushed and irritated. He was such a cheater. Now I was even more worried about what I was going to say to Jessica. I sat in my usual seat, slamming my bag down in aggravation.

"Morning, Bella," Mike said from the seat next to me. I looked up to see an odd, almost resigned look on his face. "How was Port Angeles?"

"It was…" There was no honest way to sum it up. "Great," I finished lamely. "Jessica got a really cute dress."

"Did she say anything about Monday night?" he asked, his eyes brightening. I smiled at the turn the conversation had taken.

"She said she had a really good time," I assured him.

"She did?" he said eagerly.

"Most definitely."

Mr. Mason called the class to order then, asking us to turn in our papers. English and then Government passed in a blur, while I worried about how to explain things to Jessica and agonized over whether Edward would really be listening to what I said through the medium of Jess's thoughts. How very inconvenient his little talent could be — when it wasn't saving my life.

第十章 审问

早上,我的某一部分非常肯定昨晚的一切都只是一场梦,而与之辩驳实在是件非常艰难的事。逻辑并不站在我这边,或者说,常识。我抱定了自己绝对想象不出来的那个部分——比方说他的香味。我相当确定,我永远都不可能自己梦到这种事的。

窗外雾蒙蒙,阴沉沉的,实在是好极了。他今天可没有理由不来学校了。我想起来自己的夹克不在,便穿上了层层叠叠的厚衣服。这进一步证实了我的记忆是真实的。

当我下楼的时候,查理也已经走了——我的动作比我意识到的还慢。我三口就咽下了一个格兰诺拉燕麦棒,直接用一盒牛奶把它送下去,然后匆忙地奔出门外。这场雨很有希望能拖延到我找到杰西卡以后才下。

这雾大得不可思议:空气里几乎浸透了浓雾,一片模糊。雾气侵袭着我暴露在空气中的脸部和脖子的肌肤,冰冷刺骨。我迫不及待地想要钻进车里取暖。这雾太浓了,当我离车道只有几英尺远的时候,我才注意到那里有一辆银色的车。我的心砰砰直响,如小鹿乱撞,然后很快又找回了自己的节奏。

我没看见他是从哪里冒出来的,但忽然间他就在那里了,为我拉开车门。

“今天你愿意搭我的车吗?“他问道,被我的表情逗乐了。他又一次出其不意地抓到了我。他的声音里充满了不确定。他确实给了我一个选择的机会——我完全可以拒绝,而且他的一部分希望我这样做。这是一种徒劳的希望。

“是的,谢谢。“我说道,试图让自己的声音保持镇静。当我钻进温暖的车里时,我注意到他那件棕褐色的夹克正搭在乘客座的靠背上。我身后的门被关上了,然后,在短得几乎不可能的时间里,他坐到了我旁边,发动了车子。

“我带了这件夹克给你,我不希望你生病或者怎么样。“他的声音警惕着。我注意到他自己并没有穿着夹克,只穿了一件浅灰色的V领长袖恤衫。和上次一样,布料紧紧地贴着他完美的,肌肉结实的胸膛。他的脸为我能把视线从他身体上移开作出了巨大贡献。

“我没那么柔弱。“我说道,但还是把那件夹克拉到了膝上,把胳膊伸进对我来说太长的袖子里,好奇地想要知道那股香味是不是真的和我记忆中的一样美好。有过之而无不及。

“真的?“他反驳的声音太低了,我不能确定他是不是说给我听的。

我们开着车穿过覆满浓雾的街道,但总是开得太快,至少,让我感到很不自在。昨天晚上,所有的隔阂都消失了……几乎是全部。我不知道今天我们还能不能这样坦诚相待。这个想法让我舌头打结。我等着他先开口。

他转过头来,向我坏笑着。“怎么,今天没有二十个问题了吗?“

“我的问题让你困扰了吗?“我如释重负地问道。

“没有你的反应带来的多。“他看上去像是在开玩笑,但我不敢肯定。

我皱起眉:“我的反应有那么糟吗?“

“没有。这才是问题所在。你对待每件事都是那么冷淡——这太不寻常了。这让我很想知道你究竟在想些什么。“

“我通常都会告诉你我在想些什么。“

“你编辑过了。“他控诉道。

“没改动多少。“

“足够让我发疯了。“

“你不会想要听到的。“我低声说道,几近耳语。但话一说出口,我就后悔了。我声音里的痛苦非常地微弱,我只能希望他没有注意到。

他没有回答。我想知道我是不是把气氛给毁了。当我们开进学校停车场的时候,他的表情让人捉摸不透。我后知后觉地想起来了。

“你的家人在哪里?“我问道——不仅仅是因为和他独处而快乐,更多的是因为想起来他的车通常都是满的。

“他们坐罗莎莉的车。“他耸耸肩,把车停到了一辆闪闪发光的,车篷敞开着的火红色敞篷车旁。“太浮夸了,不是吗?“
“呃,哇噢,“我喘息着说。“既然她有这辆车,为什么她还要坐你的车呢?“

“就像我说的,这样太浮夸了。我们努力保持低调。“

“你没成功。“我们一起走出车外时,我大笑着摇了摇头。我不会迟到了。他疯狂的驾驶让我提前了不少时间到学校。“如果这样更引人注目的话,为什么今天罗莎莉还要开车呢?“

“你没注意到吗?现在我把所有的规则都打破了。“他和我在车前碰头,当我们走进校园里的时候,他一直紧挨着我。我很想把这段小小的距离消灭掉,想要伸出手触碰他,但我很怕他不喜欢我这样做。

“为什么你们的车都是那样的呢?“我大声地表达了自己的疑问。“如果你们想要保持隐私的话?“

“一个嗜好。“他顽皮地笑着,承认道。“我们都喜欢开快车。“

“有道理。“我低声呢喃道。

自助餐厅的屋顶伸出的屋檐下,杰西卡在等待着。她的眼球几乎要掉出眼眶来了。在她手臂上的——上帝保佑她——是我的夹克。

“嗨,杰西卡。“当我们走到几英尺外的时候,我说道。“谢谢你还记得。“她把夹克递给我,什么也没说。

“早上好,杰西卡。“爱德华礼貌地说。他的声音是如此地让人难以抗拒,但这真的不是他的错。也许他的双眸要负上一点责任。

“唔……嗨。“她把那双大眼睛移向我,试图找回混乱的思绪。“我猜,我们三角函数课上见。“她意味深长地看了我一眼,我抑制住了一声叹息。我到底要告诉她什么呢?

“好的,待会儿见。“

她走开了,但途中停顿了两次,从肩膀上偷瞄我们。

“你准备告诉她什么?“爱德华低声说道。

“嘿,我以为你不能读我的心!“我嘘声说着。

“我确实不能。“他惊愕地说。然后,心领神会的神情点亮了他的眼睛。“但是,我能读她的心——她正等着在课堂上伏击你呢。“

我呻吟了一声,把他的夹克拉下来,递给他,穿上了我自己的夹克。他把它搭在了手臂上。

“那么,你打算告诉她什么?“

“给点提示?“我恳求道。“她想知道什么?“

他摇了摇头,坏心地咧嘴一笑:“这不公平。“

“不,你不分享你知道的内容——那才叫不公平。“

我们一边走,他一边仔细思考着。我们停在了我要上第一堂课的教室外。

“她想知道我们是不是在偷偷地约合。还有她想知道你对我的感觉。“他最终说道。

“呀。那我该怎么说?“我努力让自己的表情显得非常无辜。人们从我们身旁走过去上课,也许在盯着我们看,但我几乎没有注意到他们。

“呃。“他停下来,抓住一缕迷路的,从我脖子上的发卷里逃离出来的头发,把它缠绕回原处。我的心过度亢奋地砰砰乱跳。“我料想,你最好对第一个问题说是……如果你不介意的话——这比任何其他解释都要容易得多。“

“我不介意。“我用微弱的声音说道。

“至于另一个问题……嗯,我会自己去听答案的。“他的一侧嘴角微微扬起,露出我最喜欢那个不对称的撇嘴坏笑。我来不及稳住自己的呼吸,对那个备注作出回应。他转身走开了。

“我们午餐时见。“他从肩膀上向我喊道。三个人正要走进门的人停下来盯着我看。
我冲进教室,又羞又恼。他这个卑鄙小人。现在我更担心自己要跟杰西卡说什么了,我愤怒地把包砰地一声扔在座位上。

“早上好,贝拉。“迈克坐在我旁边的位置上招呼道。我抬起头,看见了他脸上古怪,甚至有些讨好的神情。“天使港怎么样?“

“这……“这可没办法如实汇报。“棒极了。“虽然我的情况不完全是这样。“杰西卡买了一条非常可爱的裙子。“

“她有谈到周一晚上的事吗?“他问道,他的眼睛闪闪发亮。话题居然转到了这上面,我不由得笑了起来。

“她说她过得非常愉快。“我让他放心。

“她真的这样说?“他急切地问道。

“千真万确。“

马森老师让全班都听他说话,要我们把论文交上去。英语课和接下来的课都在一片模糊中过去了,我一直在担心着要怎么跟杰西卡解释,同时为爱德华是否真的会以杰西的思想为媒介听到我说的话而焦虑不安。他的小小天赋是多么的让人不便啊——当它不是用来救我的命的时候。