《暮色》有声名著第二十章01(中英对照)

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2011-3-9 16:56

《暮色》有声名著第二十章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.

20. IMPATIENCE

When I woke up I was confused. My thoughts were hazy, still twisted up in dreams and nightmares; it took me longer than it should have to realize where I was.

This room was too bland to belong anywhere but in a hotel. The bedside lamps, bolted to the tables, were a dead giveaway, as were the long drapes made from the same fabric as the bedspread, and the generic watercolor prints on the walls.

I tried to remember how I got here, but nothing came at first.

I did remember the sleek black car, the glass in the windows darker than that on a limousine. The engine was almost silent, though we'd raced across the black freeways at more than twice the legal speed.

And I remembered Alice sitting with me on the dark leather backseat. Somehow, during the long night, my head had ended up against her granite neck. My closeness didn't seem to bother her at all, and her cool, hard skin was oddly comforting to me. The front of her thin cotton shirt was cold, damp with the tears that streamed from my eyes until, red and sore, they ran dry.

Sleep had evaded me; my aching eyes strained open even though the night finally ended and dawn broke over a low peak somewhere in California. The gray light, streaking across the cloudless sky, stung my eyes. But I couldn't close them; when I did, the images that flashed all too vividly, like still slides behind my lids, were unbearable. Charlie's broken expression — Edward's brutal snarl, teeth bared — Rosalie's resentful glare — the keen-eyed scrutiny of the tracker — the dead look in Edward's eyes after he kissed me the last time… I couldn't stand to see them. So I fought against my weariness and the sun rose higher.

I was still awake when we came through a shallow mountain pass and the sun, behind us now, reflected off the tiled rooftops of the Valley of the Sun. I didn't have enough emotion left to be surprised that we'd made a three-day journey in one. I stared blankly at the wide, flat expanse laid out in front of me. Phoenix — the palm trees, the scrubby creosote, the haphazard lines of the intersecting freeways, the green swaths of golf courses and turquoise splotches of swimming pools, all submerged in a thin smog and embraced by the short, rocky ridges that weren't really big enough to be called mountains.

The shadows of the palm trees slanted across the freeway — defined, sharper than I remembered, paler than they should be. Nothing could hide in these shadows. The bright, open freeway seemed benign enough. But I felt no relief, no sense of homecoming.

"Which way to the airport, Bella?" Jasper had asked, and I flinched, though his voice was quite soft and un-alarming. It was the first sound, besides the purr of the car, to break the long night's silence.

"Stay on the I-ten," I'd answered automatically. "We'll pass right by it."

My brain had worked slowly through the fog of sleep deprivation.

"Are we flying somewhere?" I'd asked Alice.

"No, but it's better to be close, just in case."

I remembered beginning the loop around Sky Harbor International… but not ending it. I suppose that must have been when I'd fallen asleep.

Though, now that I'd chased the memories down, I did have a vague impression of leaving the car — the sun was just falling behind the horizon — my arm draped over Alice's shoulder and her arm firm around my waist, dragging me along as I stumbled through the warm, dry shadows.

I had no memory of this room.

I looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. The red numbers claimed it was three o'clock, but they gave no indication if it was night or day. No edge of light escaped the thick curtains, but the room was bright with the light from the lamps.

I rose stiffly and staggered to the window, pulling back the drapes.

It was dark outside. Three in the morning, then. My room looked out on a deserted section of the freeway and the new long-term parking garage for the airport. It was slightly comforting to be able to pinpoint time and place.

I looked down at myself. I was still wearing Esme's clothes, and they didn't fit very well at all. I looked around the room, glad when I discovered my duffel bag on top of the low dresser.

I was on my way to find new clothes when a light tap on the door made me jump.

"Can I come in?" Alice asked.

I took a deep breath. "Sure."

She walked in, and looked me over cautiously. "You look like you could sleep longer," she said.

I just shook my head.

She drifted silently to the curtains and closed them securely before turning back to me.

"We'll need to stay inside," she told me.

"Okay." My voice was hoarse; it cracked.

"Thirsty?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I'm okay. How about you?"

"Nothing unmanageable." She smiled. "I ordered some food for you, it's in the front room. Edward reminded me that you have to eat a lot more frequently than we do."

I was instantly more alert. "He called?"

"No," she said, and watched as my face fell. "It was before we left."

She took my hand carefully and led me through the door into the living room of the hotel suite. I could hear a low buzz of voices coming from the TV. Jasper sat motionlessly at the desk in the corner, his eyes watching the news with no glimmer of interest.

I sat on the floor next to the coffee table, where a tray of food waited, and began picking at it without noticing what I was eating.

Alice perched on the arm of the sofa and stared blankly at the TV like Jasper.

I ate slowly, watching her, turning now and then to glance quickly at Jasper. It began to dawn on me that they were too still. They never looked away from the screen, though commercials were playing now. I pushed the tray away, my stomach abruptly uneasy. Alice looked down at me.

"What's wrong, Alice?" I asked.

"Nothing's wrong." Her eyes were wide, honest… and I didn't trust them.

"What do we do now?"

"We wait for Carlisle to call."

"And should he have called by now?" I could see that I was near the mark.

Alice's eyes flitted from mine to the phone on top of her leather bag and back.

"What does that mean?" My voice quavered, and I fought to control it. "That he hasn't called yet?"

"It just means that they don't have anything to tell us."

But her voice was too even, and the air was harder to breathe.

Jasper was suddenly beside Alice, closer to me than usual.

"Bella," he said in a suspiciously soothing voice. "You have nothing to worry about. You are completely safe here."

"I know that."

"Then why are you frightened?" he asked, confused. He might feel the tenor of my emotions, but he couldn't read the reasons behind them.

"You heard what Laurent said." My voice was just a whisper, but I was sure they could hear me. "He said James was lethal. What if something goes wrong, and they get separated? If something happens to any of them, Carlisle, Emmett… Edward…" I gulped. "If that wild female hurts Esme…" My voice had grown higher, a note of hysteria beginning to rise in it. "How could I live with myself when it's my fault? None of you should be risking yourselves for me —"

"Bella, Bella, stop," he interrupted me, his words pouring out so quickly they were hard to understand. "You're worrying about all the wrong things, Bella. Trust me on this — none of us are in jeopardy. You are under too much strain as it is; don't add to it with wholly unnecessary worries. Listen to me!" he ordered, for I had looked away. "Our family is strong. Our only fear is losing you."

"But why should you —"

Alice interrupted this time, touching my cheek with her cold fingers. "It's been almost a century that Edward's been alone. Now he's found you. You can't see the changes that we see, we who have been with him for so long. Do you think any of us want to look into his eyes for the next hundred years if he loses you?"

My guilt slowly subsided as I looked into her dark eyes. But, even as the calm spread over me, I knew I couldn't trust my feelings with Jasper there.

第二十章 急不可耐

当我醒来的时候,我很困惑。我的思绪一片迷茫,依然纠结在梦境和梦魇之中。我花了比平时更长的时间才意识到自己身在何方。

只有在宾馆里才会有这样乏味的房间。床头的壁灯,桌子上的抽屉把手,还有用和床单相同的布料做成的长长的窗帘,墙上挂着的庸俗的水粉画,都该死地泄露了这一点。

我试图记起自己是怎么到这里来的,但起初却什么也想不出来。

我确实还记得那辆光滑的黑色轿车,车窗上的玻璃颜色比豪华轿车上的还深。即使是在我们用超过法定时速两倍的速度开过黑暗中的高速公路时,那车的引擎依然悄无声息。

然后我想起来了,爱丽丝和我一起坐在黑色的皮制后座上。不知怎的,在度过了漫长的一夜之后,我的头最终靠在了她花岗岩般的颈窝上。我的亲近似乎丝毫没有影响到她,而奇怪的是,她冰冷坚硬的肌肤对我来说很舒适。她身上单薄的纯棉恤衫冷冰冰的,被我眼里源源不绝的泪水打湿了。直到我的眼睛变得又红又肿,我的泪水才流干。
睡意一直躲着我。我疼痛的双眼一直紧绷地睁着,直到夜晚终于结束,破晓降临于加利福尼亚州某处低矮的山坡上。那道灰白的光,冲破无云的天空,刺痛了我的眼睛。但我还是不能把眼睛闭上。一旦我闭上双眼,一幕幕鲜活的画面就会在我的脑海中闪现着,仿佛正在我眼前发生着一样,这简直让人忍无可忍。查理受伤的神情——爱德华露出牙齿,野蛮地咆哮着——罗莎莉忿恨的目光——追猎者让人无处遁形的监视——爱德华最后一次吻过我后,眼里冷酷的神情……我难以忍受看见这些画面。所以我和自己的倦意斗争着,任凭太阳越升越高。

当我们开进一条浅浅的山道时,我依然清醒着。太阳从我们身后照过来,折射在太阳谷酒店的平顶屋顶上。我们只用了一天的时间就走完了三天的路程,但我几乎没有多余的气力来感到惊讶。我茫然地盯着眼前那片开阔平坦的城市。凤凰城——棕榈树,低矮的木馏油,高速路十字路口上杂乱的白线,一块块葱绿的高尔夫球场,还有星星点点宛如绿宝石的游泳池,这一切都浸淫在一片薄雾之中,坐落在低矮多石的群山环抱之中,那些丘陵小得不足以成之为山峰。

棕榈树在高速路的两旁洒下歪斜的树影——那些清晰的树影,比我记忆里的还要棱角分明,颜色浅淡得出奇。没有什么能藏在那些树影里。这条明亮的开阔的高速路显得很是情切。但我却毫无宽慰之情,丝毫没有回到家的感觉。

“去机场走哪条路,贝拉?“贾斯帕问道,让我畏缩了一下,尽管他的声音是那么的温柔,毫无警惕之意。这是这一夜以来,除了汽车的嗡嗡声外,打破这片漫长的沉默的第一个声响。

“沿着I10公路开下去,“我机械地答道。“我们会经过机场。“

我的脑子因为缺乏睡眠而昏昏沉沉的,反应很慢。

“我们要飞去别的地方吗?“我问爱丽丝。

“不,但离机场近些会更好些,只是以防万一。“

我想起来了,我的故事是从国际航空港脚下开始的……但不会在这里结束。我猜就是在这个时候,我睡着了。

在我追溯着自己的记忆的时候,我找回了离开车子时留下的模糊的印象——太阳刚刚落到地平线后——我的胳膊搭在爱丽丝的肩膀上,她的一只手臂稳稳地扶住我的腰,一路拖着我。我跌跌拌拌地穿过温暖干燥的林荫道。

我对这间屋子毫无记忆。

我看着床头柜上的电子钟,红色的数字显示着现在是三点钟,但它们并没有指出现在是晚上还是白天。没有一丝光能穿透那些厚重的窗帘,但屋里被灯光照亮了。

我僵硬地爬起身,摇摇晃晃地走到窗前,拉起窗幔。

屋外一片漆黑。所以,现在是凌晨三点。从我的房间看出去,能看见空荡荡的高速路,还有新建的机场昼夜停车楼。能够准确地辨别出时间和地点让我稍微舒服了一些。

我低头看了看自己。我依然穿着艾思梅的衣服,它们根本不合身。我环顾房间,欣慰地发现我的登山包正放在那张矮脚梳妆台上。

我正要走过去找几件干净衣服,一阵轻轻的敲门声让我跳了起来。

“我能进来吗?“爱丽丝问道。

我深吸了一口气:“当然可以。“

她走进来,用过于谨慎的目光审视着我。“你看上去还能睡更久。“她说道。

我只是摇了摇头。

她掠到窗前,没有发出半点声响,把窗帘安全地拉起来,然后转过身来向着我。

“我们得待在屋子里。“她告诉我。

“好的。“我的声音嘶哑,有些破音。

“渴了?“她问道。

我耸耸肩。“我还好。你呢?“

“没什么大不了的。“她微笑着。“我给你拿了点食物,放在前头的房间里了。爱德华提醒过我,你得比我们更频繁得进食,而且吃得更多。“

我立刻警觉起来。“他打过电话来?“

“没有。“她说着,看着我耷拉下了脸。“他是在我们离开以前说的。“

她小心地牵起我的手,带着我走出房门,走到酒店套房的起居室里。我听到电视里传来的低低的嗡嗡说话声。贾斯帕一动不动地坐在角落里的桌子旁,他正兴趣索然地看着新闻。

我坐在靠近咖啡桌的地板上,桌上放着一大盘食物。我开动了,却完全没有注意到自己在吃什么。

爱丽丝坐在沙发的扶手上,和贾斯帕一样目光涣散地看着电视。

我一边慢腾腾地吃着,一边看着她,时不时飞快地瞥一眼贾斯帕。我渐渐明白过来,他们太僵硬了。他们的目光始终没有离开屏幕,尽管现在正播放着广告。我推开盘子,我的胃骤然痉挛起来。爱丽丝低下头看着我。

“发生了什么事,爱丽丝?“我问道。

“什么事也没有。“她的眼睛睁得大大的,显得很诚恳……但我根本不相信。

“我们现在在做什么?“

“我们在等卡莱尔打过来。“

“而他这会儿早该打过来了,对吗?“我看得出来,我已经很接近答案了。爱丽丝的眼睛掠过放在她的皮包顶上的手机,然后看回我的眼睛。

“这意味着什么?“我的声音在颤抖,我竭力稳住它。“他到现在还没打过来?“

“这仅仅意味着他们没有什么可告诉我们的。“

可她的声音太平坦了,我几乎透不过气来。

贾斯帕忽然站到了爱丽丝身后,离我比平常更近些。

“贝拉,“他用让人宽心得可疑的语气说道。“你什么也不用担心。你在这里很安全。“

“我知道。“

“那为什么你会这样害怕呢?“他困惑地问道。他大概是感觉到了我情绪的波动,但他没有读懂这背后的原因。

“你听到劳伦说的话了。“我的声音几近耳语,但我敢肯定他们能听见我说话。“他说过詹姆斯是致命的。万一出了什么差错,他们落单了呢?如果他们中的某人发生了什么意外,卡莱尔,艾美特……爱德华……“我吞咽了一下。“如果那个野蛮的女人伤到了艾思梅……“我的声音拉得更高了,一阵竭斯底里的痕迹开始显现在话语里。“这都是我的错,我怎么能有脸活下去呢?你们本来都不必为了我冒险——“

“贝拉,贝拉,打住。“他打断我的话。他的话说得那么快,我几乎跟不上了。“你在担心着不必要的顾虑,贝拉。在这件事上,你得相信我——我们没有人身陷险境。事实上,你已经承受了太多的劳累了。不必再加上毫无必要的担心。听我说!“他命令道,因为我正看向别处。“我们的家族很强大。我们唯一害怕的是失去你。“

“可你们为什么要——“

这一次,爱丽丝打断了我,用她冰冷的手指抚摸着我的脸颊。“爱德华独自一人已经过了将近一个世纪了。现在,他终于找到了你。你看不出来他的变化,但我们能,因为我们和他在一起待了这么长的时间。如果他失去了你,你认为我们有谁还想在下一个百年里看着他的眼睛吗?“
当我凝望着她漆黑的眸子时,我的愧疚慢慢地消失了。一阵平静席卷了我的全身,但是有贾斯帕在这里,我不敢相信自己的感觉。