Spoilers (vrais ou faux?) concernant Breaking dawn

Spoilers (vrais ou faux?) concernant Breaking dawn
PREMIER CHAPITRE
Première page de Breaking dawn

Traduction:

1- Fiancés

Personne ne t'observe. Je m'en faisais la promesse. Personne ne t'observe. Personne ne t'observe.
Mais, parce que je ne pouvais même pas me mentir à moi-même de façon convaincante, je devais m'en assurer.
Alors que j'étais assise, attendant que l'un des 3 feux de circulation vire au vert, je jetais un coup d'oeil à ma droite, dans son mini-van, Mme Weber avait tourné son torse entier dans ma direction. Ses yeux perforèrent les miens, et je me rejetai en arrière, me demandant pourquoi elle n'évitait pas mon regard ou ne semblait pas honteuse. On considérait toujours que c'était grossier de fixer les gens. Est-ce que cela ne s'appliquait plus à moi désormais?


Voici le résumé venant d'une fan, concernant le premier chapitre:

Dans ce premier chapitre, Fiancés, tout commence par Bella qui est à un feu rouge, au volant de sa voiture, et elle a l'impression que Mme Weber la regarde fixement. Mais en fait, la voiture de Bella a des vitres teintées, ce qui fait que Mme Weber ne regarde pas Bella mais sa voiture. Alors que Bella a un peu de mal avec sa voiture et qu'elle s'arrête à une station-service, 2 gars s'approchent. Bella est persuadée que c'est sa bague qui la fait repérer. Elle se demande quand même si, à part ses parents, ça importait que les gens parlent de ses fiançailles, de son admission à Darmouth (une fac super réputée), de sa nouvelle voiture ou de sa super carte bancaire, la Black (la meilleure des cartes réservées à une élite) . Tandis qu'elle décide de se ficher de ce qu'ils pensent, les mecs sont en fait en train de fixer sa voiture.

Et oui, Bella a une nouvelle voiture, une superbe Mercedes noire, un tank, offert par Edward en guise de cadeau de mariage. Le deal était en fait qu'Edward avait l'autorisation de remplacer sa camionnette lorsque celle-ci rendrait l'âme. Et quelque temps après, la camionnette de Bella est morte, et Edward lui a donc offert cette Mercedes. Les 2 mecs lui demandent comment ça se fait qu'elle conduise ce modèle alors qu'il n'est pas encore disponible sur le marché. Pour Bella, qui est juste fière de distinguer certaines marques de voitures, c'est la confusion. L'un d'eux lui demande alors s'ils pouvaient prendre des photos de sa voiture.
Après le mariage, Bella aura une autre voiture, soigneusement cachée dans le garage des Cullen. Mais sa camionnette lui manque.

Alors qu'elle pensait mécanique, surgit dans sa tête l'image de Jacob. On apprend alors qu'il est porté disparu. Charlie a fait des affiches de personne disparue pour lui, même s'il a peu de réponses et si Billy et Bella savent très bien qu'ils ne le retrouveront pas à moins qu'il veuille lui-même revenir à la réserve Quileute.
Bella appelle alors Seth de son portable et demande des nouvelles de Jacob. En effet, en tant que loups-garous, les Quileutes peuvent percevoir les pensées de chacun de leur meute. Seth lui répond donc qu'il va bien, qu'il est dans le nord du Canada et qu'il n'a pas envie de revenir. Il ajoute qu'il reverra Bella à son mariage et de transmettre son salut à Edward. En effet, Seth et Edward sont devenus amis.

Bella rentre chez elle, on apprend que c'est un samedi, et qu'Edward est parti chasser. En arrivant chez elle, elle découvre que Charlie est chez lui. En effet, depuis qu'il a appris le mariage, il ne va plus pêcher et boude. Bella se souvient alors du moment où elle et Edward lui ont annoncé le mariage.
Edward s'apprêtait à parler quand Bella lui a demandé d'attendre, le temps que Charlie dépose son arme. Bella demande alors à Charlie de s'asseoir et ils lui disent qu'ils ont de bonnes nouvelles à lui annoncer. Charlie explose alors et lui hurle dessus en lui disant qu'elle est enceinte. Bella jurerait voir Charlie fixer Edward et déplacer sa main vers son arme. D'ailleurs, Bella savait que tout le monde croirait ça quand ils annonceraient qu'elle se mariait à 18 ans.
Edward prend alors la parole et lui demander sa bénédiction, et non sa main car Bella lui avait déjà dit oui. Il ajoute qu'il l'aime plus que n'importe quoi au monde, plus que sa propre vie et que par miracle, elle l'aime aussi. Charlie passe par plusieurs couleurs, Bella pense d'ailleurs à faire une prise de secourisme, mais il finit par se calmer, leur dit qu'il n'est pas surpris et insiste en demandant à Bella s'il elle était sûre.
Charlie demande alors pourquoi un tel empressement. Edward répond qu'ils iront ensemble à l'université de Darmouth à l'automne et qu'ils voulaient que ça se passe de la meilleure manière possible, ajoutant qu'il avait été élevé comme ça. Charlie alors ne peut rien dire, il ne peut pas lui dire qu'il préférerait que Bella vive dans le péché.
Après quelques instants, il explose de rire et lui dit qu'il est d'accord et que Bella doit annoncer la nouvelle à sa mère.

Bella a peur de la réaction de Renée car celle-ci lui a toujours dit que c'était une erreur de se marier si jeune. Contre toute attente, Renée est juste furieuse que Bella ne lui ait pas annoncé plus tôt pour qu'elle puisse s'organiser avec Phil, car elle s'en doutait et pensait même qu'ils étaient déjà fiancés le jour où ils étaient venus la voir. Elle ajoute que ce qu'elle disait n'était pas destiné à Bella mais à elle-même et que Bella n'a jamais été une ado et qu'elle sait ce qui est le mieux pour elle.
Renée et Esmé se téléphonent régulièrement depuis pour organiser le mariage, permettant à Bella de ne pas s'en préoccuper.

Retour au moment présent où Bella rentre dans la maison et découvre Charlie en train d'essayer son costume avec l'aide d'Alice. Charlie trouve qu'il a l'air d'un idiot et Alice rétorque que personne habillée par elle n'avait l'air d'un idiot. Bella leur dit que Charlie est génial et demande pour quelle occasion il porte ça (lol). Alice lui dit alors que c'est pour le mariage de Bella qui découvre alors sa robe de mariée. En se résignant, elle se déshabille et laisse Alice tout prendre en charge. Alors qu'Alice l'habille, Bella s'imagine dans un moment parfait avec Edward, seul à seule, à l'endroit de leur lune de miel, lieu qu'Edward réserve la surprise. Bella veut une vraie lune de miel avec une vraie expérience complète avant sa tranformation.
Elle était dans un rêve heureux avec Edward.



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SPOILERS sur le premier chapitre:

Edward achète une voiture à Bella en guise de cadeau de mariage.

Renée ne semble pas ennuyée qu'Edward et Bella se marient ensemble.

Charlie s'emporte contre Bella car il pense qu'elle épouse Edward parce qu'elle est enceinte.

Seth et Edward sont apparemment amis.

Jacob reste en contact avec la tribu bien qu'il ne soit pas encore rentré chez lui.

Bella est toujours préoccupée par lui et dit qu'il est le meilleur homme qui lui manque.

Le premier chapitre se termine avec Bella qui essaie sa robe de mariée et qui reflète le bonheur le plus total.



SPOILER SUR LE LIVRE ENTIER (vrai ou faux?)

Si vous étiez déjà stressé avec la scène des Volturi en Italie dans Tentation, alors vous aurez une crise cardiaque dans Breaking Dawn ; le clan des Denali et les Volturi auront une grande place dans le livre. Les Cullen et les loups-garous ne seront pas en guerre, mais en fait, ils auront chacun besoin de l'aide de l'autre.

Apparement, le clan Denali, par vengeance, aurait révélé aux Volturi (Jane, Démétri et Félix) l'existence du clan des loups-garous. Les Volturi prendraient alors des mesures pour les anéantir. Ce qui signifierait de belles batailles en perspective.
Ca collerait avec la rumeur qui dit que les loups-garous et les Cullen s'allieraient pour combattre un ennemi commun. A réfléchir.




Mais


Alors que les rumeurs se propagent à toute vitesse depuis quelques jours sur Breaking Dawn, Stephenie Meyer a tenu à calmer le jeu sur son site.

"Il y a beaucoup de spéculations sur internet concernant les couvertures possibles, le contenu et le texte de Breaking Dawn. J'espère que tout le monde sait qu'il ne faut pas croire tout ce qu'on voit sur le net. La seule manière de savoir ce qui est réel sera quand vous aurez le livre entre vos mains. Jusqu'à là, les gens devraient vraiment prendre tout ce qu'ils voient avec des pincettes."

Seth ajoute qu'ils n'auront pas le droit de mettre en ligne le premier chapitre de Breaking Dawn au moment de la sortie de l'édition spéciale d'Eclipse. Ils mettront peut-être en ligne seulement quelques jours avant la sortie effective de Breaking Dawn.


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# Posté le lundi 26 mai 2008 13:28

Modifié le samedi 05 juillet 2008 06:02

Traduction de l'article MTV " 'Twilight' Filmmakers Hope To Shoot Sequels Simultaneously" par oiseausecret

Traduction de l'article MTV " 'Twilight’ Filmmakers Hope To Shoot Sequels Simultaneously" par oiseausecret
Les réalisateurs de Twilight espèrent tourner les suites simultanément.

Ca a été un jeu d'enfant d'avoir réalisé de manière grandiose Le seigneur des anneaux, mais ça a aussi aidé à couler les films de Matrix. Quant à Retour vers le futur, le combat continue de faire rage. Maintenant, la série Twilight est la dernière franchise de blockbuster à faire des projets de tourner plusieurs suites en même temps.

"Cela a été évoqué" révèle le productuer Greg Mooradian à MTV News. "Je ne peux pas vous dire que c'est déjà finalisé, mais nous en avons vraiment discuté."

Les avantages de ce projet sont évidents : plutôt que de construire des plateaux de tournage et puis les détruire pour seulement les reconstruire quelques années plus tard, ils peuvent filmer de nombreuses scènes ; au lieu de vendre les voitures et de les réacheter, ils peuvent compter sur elles ; plutôt que d'avoir des acteurs de 30 ans prétendant être toujours au lycée, ils peuvent rester au même âge dans chaque film.

"Nos vampires ne peuvent pas vieillir... s'ils ressemblaient à des gens de 45 ans, les gens demanderaient ce qui se passe" rit la réalisatrice Catherine Hardwicke, citant l'un des principaux problèmes concernant le tournage des romans New Moon et Eclipse de Stephenie Meyer. "Les filmer ensemble pourrait être la solution. Après, vous avez juste à les finaliser."

Les acteurs principaux nous avaient indiqué qu'ils avaient signé pour des suites, et Catherine Hardwicke espère qu'elle sera de la partie aussi. "Nous croisons les doigts." rayonne-t-elle. "Si les fans sont présents pour celui-là, nous en ferons plus."

Greg Mooradian explique qu'en tant que producteur, son objectif est que les films soient bien faits, mais aussi qu'ils soient tournés assez rapidement pour maintenir la vision de Stephenie Meyer de vampires perpétuellement adolescents. "Nous allons aller aussi rapidement qu'humainement possible, spécialement depuis qu'il y a au moins 4 histoires à raconter" insiste-t-il, faisant allusion à la suite Breaking Dawn qui est publiée en août. "Nous aimerions garder une vraie cohérence sur la manière dont nous pourrions le faire rapidement. Certaines des autres histoires sont des productions encore plus grandes, donc elles exigent plus de temps de préparation."

En observant des évènements annuels comme les films Harry Potter, Greg Mooradian a indiqué que si Twilight était un hit, les suites iront en production presque immédiatement. "Le but est de garder la tendance rapidement." explique-t-il. "Cela donnera au public une compréhension que le prochain film devra venir à un temps vraiment spécifique."

Appelée pour commenter, Stephenie Meyer a dit qu'elle supportait l'idée de tourner les suites simultanément. "Je pense que cela pourrait être une manière sympa de le faire" explique-t-elle. "Cela donne du sens dans un univers où les acteurs vieillissent en réalité, et pas nos personnages. Ca donnerait beaucoup de sens pour moi, mais bien sur, nous sommes en train de négocier le contrat à propos de ça."

Si Stephenie Meyer, Greg Mooradian et l'équipe parviennent à un accord, et que les spectateurs l'entrainent à un nombre record de places, cherchez les Twilighters pour être dans le coup avec un tournage marathon.

"Nous aimons l'idée de les tourner l'un après l'autre, et de les tourner simultanément comme ils l'ont fait avec Le seigneur des anneaux" explique le producteur. Du point de vue de la production, c'est une bonne chose à faire. Mais c'est presque une entreprise


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# Posté le mercredi 28 mai 2008 15:16

Modifié le samedi 05 juillet 2008 06:13

Traduction de l'interview video de MTV de Taylor Lautner par T-w-i-l-i-g-h-t

Donne-nous tous les détails sur ton personnage.

Eh bien, Jacob Black est un indien américain. Il fait partie de la tribu des Quileutes. Il se transforme éventuellement en loup-garou, ce qui est vraiment cool. J'aime le contraste entre le côté indien américain et le loup-garou.

C'est-à-dire?

Son côté indien américain ... il est très amical et ouvert. Il aime Bella et il lui est très fidèle à elle et à son père. Mais son côté loup-garou le rend très fier et combattif. Alors il y a beaucoup de stress et les choses se passent en lui comme s'il essayait de garder cette colère pour lui seul. J'aime cette partie que Stephenie [Meyer, qui a écrit le roman sur lequel le film est basé] a créé, avec le contraste entre son côté indien américain et son côté loup-garou.

J'ai entendu dire que tu avais eu ton permis récemment! Félicitations !

J'ai récemment eu mon permis de conduire, ouais. Merci.

J'ai aussi entendu que tu étais venu sur le plateau tôt, en partie pour montrer aux producteurs que tu étais un bon conducteur avant qu'il ne te mettes derrière le voalnt.

Ouais. J'avais mon permis dans ma poche arrière pour leur montrer que j'étais Ok et que je n'allais pas les tuer... enfin, c'est ce que j'espérait ! [Il rit.] Je suis sur le point de tester la camionnette de Bella et celle de ma famille. L'une d'elle est automatique, donc ça sera chouette et facile. L'autre n'a pas la direction assistée, donc ça sera plus muscle! Ça devrait être interessant! Je n'ai jamais fait ça avant.

Je n'ai pas vu la voiture de Jacob sur le plateau. Où est–elle ?

Ma voiture est restée à Portland. Quand je suis rentré à la maison depuis mon hotel, nous avons fait un arrêt et j'ai conduit celle-là.

Est-ce que la conduire t'aidera à te sentir comme étant le Jacob officiel?

Ouais. Elle est vraiment vieille et fracassée, et c'est celle dans direction assistée. Donc je vais bientôt la conduire avec mon père [dans la vie réelle] qui sera à côté de moi, et ça devrait être interessant. Nous voulons être sûrs que je pourrais la conduire et que ça fasse naturel.

As-tu fais quelques recherches sur la culture des indiens d'amérique?

En fait j'ai fait la rencontre de membres de la tribu des Quileutes hier ! Je les ai interviewé, et je voulais aussi apprendre à les connaître. Il y a une chose qu'ils font et que j'ai remarqué : ils n'ont pas besoin de se dire ce qu'ils ont à faire. Si la poubelle est pleine, ils vont la vider. Ils s'aident toujours les uns les autres. Ils sont toujours là pour les autres. Donc je voudrais être sûr que je pourrais apporter ça à Jacob vivant.

Pendant petit moment, les Twilighters voulais qu'un acteur indien joue Jacob...

Je sais! Et en fait, je suis indien en partie. Nous avons appris ça durant [en préparant] ce film. Je suis français, Néerlandais et Allemand, et ma mère a des origines indiennes Potawatomi et Ottawa.

De quoi d'autre avez-vous besoin pour vous sentir prêt ?

Je dois m'habituer à la chaise roulante de mon père [à l'écran], pour [qu'en la poussant] que ça ait l'air très naturel, comme si je l'avais fait durant toute ma vie...... Je crois que Gil Birmingham, qui joue le rôle de mon père, arrivera demain, donc je lui parlerais beaucoup.

Quelle est ta phrase favorite venant de Jacob?

Elle n'est pas dans le premier livre, mais la phrase que je préfère le plus est la phrase de Jacob, "Est-ce que le fait de me voir à moitié nu te déranges ?" Cette phrase me fait tout simplement craquer. Parce que vous savez, c'est quand il est torse nu, qu'il ne porte pas de haut — mais nous devrons attendre pour voir de quoi ça aura l'air.

Donc tu as hâte de dire cette phrase?

Exactement. J'ai hâte.

Eh bien, voici ta chance: Voudrais-tu regarder la caméra et nous dire cette phrase?

[Il rit.] " Est-ce que le fait de me voir à moitié nu te déranges ?"

Je pense que tu viens de rendre folles un bon paquet de jeunes filles.

Ouais, nous devrons attendre pour ça. [Il fait un clin d'oeil.]


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# Posté le mercredi 28 mai 2008 16:32

Modifié le samedi 05 juillet 2008 06:06

Premier chapitre de BREAKING DAWN !!!

Premier chapitre de BREAKING DAWN !!!
Premier chapitre de Breaking dawn!!! (et là, c'est officiel!!!)




Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age
The child is grown, and puts away childish things.
Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

L'enfance n'est pas la période de la naissance à un certain âge et à un certain âge
L'enfant grandit et s'éloigne des choses de l'enfance.
L'enfance est le royaume où nul ne meurt.




1. ENGAGED


NO ONE IS STARING AT YOU, I promised myself. No one is staring at you. No one is staring at you.

But, because I couldn't lie convincingly even to myself, I had to check.

As I sat waiting for one of the three traffic lights in town to turn green, I peeked to the right — in her minivan, Mrs. Weber had turned her whole torso in my direction. Her eyes bored into mine, and I flinched back, wondering why she didn't drop her gaze or look ashamed. It was still considered rude to stare at people, wasn't it? Didn't that apply to me anymore?

Then I remembered that these windows were so darkly tinted that she probably had no idea if it was even me in here, let alone that I'd caught her looking. I tried to take some comfort in the fact that she wasn't really staring at me, just the car.

My car. Sigh.

I glanced to the left and groaned. Two pedestrians were frozen on the sidewalk, missing their chance to cross as they stared. Behind them, Mr. Marshall was gawking through the plate glass window of his little souvenir shop. At least he didn't have his nose pressed up against the glass. Yet.

The light turned green and, in my hurry to escape, I stomped on the gas pedal without thinking — the normal way I would have punched it to get my ancient Chevy truck moving.

Engine snarling like a hunting panther, the car jolted forward so fast that my body slammed into the black leather seat and my stomach flattened against my spine.

''Arg!'' I gasped as I fumbled for the brake. Keeping my head, I merely tapped the pedal. The car lurched to an absolute standstill anyway.

I couldn't bear to look around at the reaction. If there had been any doubt as to who was driving this car before, it was gone now. With the toe of my shoe, I gently nudged the gas pedal down one half millimeter, and the car shot forward again.

I managed to reach my goal, the gas station. If I hadn't been running on vapors, I wouldn't have come into town at all. I was going without a lot of things these days, like Pop-Tarts and shoelaces, to avoid spending time in public.

Moving as if I were in a race, I got the hatch open, the cap off, the card scanned, and the nozzle in the tank within seconds. Of course, there was nothing I could do to make the numbers on the gauge pick up the pace. They ticked by sluggishly, almost as if they were doing it just to annoy me.

It wasn't bright out — a typically drizzly day in Forks, Washington — but I still felt like a spotlight was trained on me, drawing attention to the delicate ring on my left hand. At times like this, sensing the eyes on my back, it felt as if the ring were pulsing like a neon sign: Look at me, look at me.

It was stupid to be so self-conscious, and I knew that. Besides my dad and mom, did it really matter what people were saying about my engagement? About my new car? About my mysterious acceptance into an Ivy League college? About the shiny black credit card that felt red-hot in my back pocket right now?

''Yeah, who cares what they think,'' I muttered under my breath.

"Um, miss?" a man's voice called.

I turned, and then wished I hadn't.
Two men stood behind a fancy SUV with brand new kayaks tied to the top. Neither of them was looking at me; the both were staring at the car. Personally, I didn't get it. But then, I was just proud. I could distinguish between the symbols for Toyota, Ford, and Chevy. This car was glossy black, sleek, and pretty, but it was still just a car to me.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but could you tell me what kind of car you're driving?" the tall one asked.

"Um, a Mercedes, right?"

"Yes," the man said politely while his shorter friend rolled his eyes at my answer. "I know. But I was wondering, is that . . . are you driving a Mercedes Guardian?" The man said the name wiht reverence. I had a feeling this guy would get along well with Edward, my . . . my fiance (the really was no getting around the truth with the wedding just days away). "They aren't supposed to be available in Europe yet," the man went on, "let alone here."
While his eyes traced the contours of my car - it didn't look much different from any other Mercedes sedan to me, but what did I know? - I briefly contemplated my issues with words like fiance, wedding, husband, etc.

I just couldn't put it together in my head.

On the one hand, I had been raised to cringe at the very thought of poofy white dresses and bouquets. But more than that, I just couldn't reconcile a staid, respectable dull concept like husband with my concept of Edward. It was like casting an archangel as an accountant; I couldn't visualize him in any commonplace role.

Like always, as soon as I started thinking about Edward I was caught up in a dizzy spin of fantasies. The stranger had to clear his throat to get my attention; he was still waiting for an answer about the car's make and model.

"I don't know," I told him honestly.

"Do you mind if I take a picture with it?"

It took me a second to process that. "Really? You want to take a picture with my car?"

"Sure - nobody is going to believe me if I don't get proof."

"Um. Okay. Fine."

I swiftly put away the nozzle and crept into the front seat to hide while the enthusiast dug a huge professional looking camera out of his backpack. He and his friend took turns posing by the hood, and then they went to take pictures at the back end.

"I miss my truck," I wimpered to myself.

Very, very convenient - too convenient - that my truck would wheeze its last wheeze just weeks after Edward and I had to our lopsided compromise, one detail of which was that he be allowed to replace my truck when it passed on. Edward swore it was only to be expected, my truck had lived a long, full life and then expired of natural causes. According to him. And, of course, I had no way to verify his story or to try to raise my truck from the dead on my own. My favorite mechanic - I stopped that thought cold, refusing to let it come to a conclusion. Instead, I listened to the men's voices outside, muted by the car walls.

". . . went at it with a flame thrower in the online video. Didn't even pucker the paint."

"Of course not. you could roll a tank over this baby. No much of a market for one over here. designed for Middle East diplomats, armed dealers, and drug lords mostly."

"Think she's something?" the short one asked in a softer voice. I ducked my head, cheeks flaming.

"Huh," the tall one said. "Maybe. Can't imagine what you'd need missile-proof glass and four thousand pounds of body armor for around here. Must be headed somewhere more hazardous."

Body armor. Four thousand pounds of body armor. And missile-proof glass? Nice. What happened to good old fashioned bulletproof?

Well at least this made some sense- if you had a twisted sense of humor. It wasn't like I hadn't expected Edward to take advantage of our deal, to weight it on his side so that he could give so much more than he would receive. I'd agreed that he could replace my truck when it needed replacing, not expecting that moment to come quite so soon, of course. When I'd been forced to admit that the truck had become no more than a still-life tribute to classic Chevy's on my curb. I knew his idea of a replacement was probably going to embarrass me. Make me the focus of stares and whispers. I'd ben right about that part. But even in my darkest imaginings I had not foreseen that he would get me two cars.

The "before" car and the "after" car, he'd explained when I flipped out.
This was just the "Before" car. He'd told me it was a loaner and promised that he was returning it after the wedding. It all had made absolutely no sense to me. Until now.

Ha ha. Because I was so fragilely human. so accidentprone, so much a victim to my own dangerous bad luck, apparently I needed a tank-resistant car to keep me safe. Hilarious. I was sure he and his brothers had enjoyed the joke quite a bit behind my back.

Or maybe, just maybe, a small voice whispered in my head, it's not a joke, silly. Maybe he's really that worried about you. This wouldn't be the first time he's gone a little overboard trying to protect you.

I sighed.

I hadn't seen the "after" car yet. It was hidden under a sheet in the deepest corner of the Cullen's garage. I knew most people would have peeked by now, but I really didn't want to know.

Probably no body armor on that car - because I wouldn't need it after the honeymoon. Virtual indestructibility was just one of the many perks I was looking forward to. The best parts about being a Cullen were not expensive cars and impressive credit cards.

"Hey," the tall man called, cupping his hands to the glass in an effort to peer in. "We're done now. Thanks a lot!"

You're welcome!" I called back and then tensed as I started the engine and eased the pedal - ever so gently - down. . .

No matter how many times I drove the familiar road towards home, I still couldn't make the rain-washed flyers fade into the background. Each one of them, stapled to the telephone poles that taped to street signs, was like a fresh slap in the face. A well-deserved slap in the face. My mind was sucked back into the thought I'd interrupted so immediately before. i couldn't avoid it on this road. Not with pictures of my favorite mechanic flashing past me at regular intervals.

My best friend. My Jacob.

The HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY? posters were not Jacob's father's idea. It had been my father, Charlie, who'd printed up flyers and spread them all over town. And not just Forks, but Port Angeles and Sequim and Hoquiam and Aberdeen and every other town in the Olympic Peninsula . . . He'd made sure that all the police stations in the state of Washington had the same flyer hanging on the wall, too. His own station had a whole corkboard dedicated to finding Jacob. A corkboard that was mostly empty, much to his disappointment and frustration. My dad was disappointed with more than the lack of response. He was most disappointed with Billy, Jacob's father - and Charlie's closest friend.

For Billy's not being more involved with the search for his sixteen year old "runaway." For Billy's refusing to put up the flyers in La Push, the reservation on th ecoast that was Jacob's home. For his seeming resigned to Jacob's disappearance, as if there was nothing he could do. For his saying, "Jacob's grown up now. He'll come home if he wants to."

And he was frustrated with me for taking Billy's side. I wouldn't put up the posters, either. Because both Billy and I knew where Jacob was, roughly speaking, and we also knew that no one had seen this boy.

The flyers put the usually big, fat lump in my throat, the usual stinging tears in my eyes, and I was glad Edward was out hunting this Saturday. If Edward saw my reaction, it would only make him feel terrible, too. Of course, there were drawback to it being Saturday.

As I turned slowly and carefully onto my street, I could see my dad's police cruiser in the driveway of our home. He'd skipped fishing again today.. Still sulking about the wedding.

So I wouldn't be able to use the phone inside. But I had to call...

I parked on the curb behind the Chevy sculpture and pulled the cell phone Edward had given me for emergencies out of the glvoe compartment. I dialed, keeping my finger on the "end" button as the phone rang. Just in case.

"Hello?" Seth Clearwater answered, and I sighed in relief. I was way to chicken to speak to his older sister, Leah. The phrase "bite my head off" was not entirely a figure of speech when it came to Leah.

"Hey, Seth, it's Bella."

"Oh, hiya Bella! How are you?"

Choked up. Desperate for reassurance. "Fine."

"Calling for an update?"

"You're a psychic."

"Not hardly. I'm no Alice - you're just predictable," he joked. Among the Quieute pack down at La Push, only Seth was comfortable even mentioning the Cullens by name, let alone joking about things like my nearly omniscient sister in law to be.

"I know I am." I hestitated for a minute. "How is he?"

Seth sighed. "Same as ever. He won't talk, though we know he hears us. He's trying not to think human, you know. Just going with his instincts."

"Do you know where he is now?"

"Somewhere in northern Canada. I can't tell you which province. He doesn't pay much attention to the state lines."

"Any hint that he might. . ."

"He's not coming home, Bella. Sorry."

I swallowed. "S'okay, Seth. I knew before I asked. I just can't help wishing."

"Yeah. We all feel the same way."

"Thanks for putting up with me, Seth. I know the others must give you a hard time."

"They're not your hugest fans," he agreed cheerfully.

"Kind of lame, I think, Jacob made his choices, you made yours. Jake doesn't liek their attitude about it. 'Course, he isn't super thrilled that you're checking up on him either."

I gasped. "I thought he wasn't talking to you?"

"He can't hide everything from us, hard as he's trying."

So Jacob knew I was worried. I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Well, at least he knew I hadn't skipped off into the sunset and forgotten him completely. He might have imagined me capable of that.

"I guess I'll see you at the . . . wedding," I said, forcing the word out through my teeth.

"Yeah, me and my mom will be there. It was cool of you to ask us."

I smiled at the enthusiasm in his voice. Though inviting the Clearwaters had been Edward's idea, I was glad he's thought of it. having Seth there would be nice - a link, however tenuous, to my missing best man. "It wouldn't be the same without you."

"Tell Edward I said hi, 'kay?"

"Sure thing."

I shook my head. The friendship that had sprung up between Edward and Seth was something that still boggled my mind. It was proof, though, that things didn't have to be this way. That werewolves and vampires could get along just fine, that you very much, if they were of mind to.

Not everybody liked this idea.
"Ah," Seth said, his voice cracking up an octave. "er, Leah's home."

"Oh Bye!"

The phone went dead. I left it on the seat and prepared myself mentally to go inside the house where Charlie would be waiting.

My poor dad had so much to deal with right now.
Jacob-the-runaway was just one of the straws on his overburdened back. He was almost as worried about me, his barely-a-legal-adult daughter who was about to become a Mrs. in just a few days' time.

I walked slowly through the light rain, remembering the night we told him. . . .

As the sound of Charlie's cruiser announced his return, the ring suddenly weighed a hundred pounds on my finger. I wanted to shove my left hand in my pocket, or maybe sit on it, but Edward's cool, firm grasp kept it front and center.

"Stop fidgeting, Bella. Please try to remember that you're not confessing to a murder here."

"Easy for you to say."

I listened to the ominous sound of my father's boots clomping up the sidewalk. The key rattled in the already open door. The sound reminded me of that part of the horror movie when the victim realizes she's forgotten to lock her deadbolt. . .

"Calm down, Bella," Edward whispered, listening to the acceleration of my heart. The door slammed against the wall and I flinched like i'd been tasered.

"Hey Charlie," Edward called entirely relaxed.

"No!" I hissed under my breath.

"What?" Edward whispered back.

"Wait till he hangs his gun up!"

Edward chuckled and ran his free hand through his tousled bronze hair.
Charlie came around the corner, still in his uniform, still armed, and tried not to make a face when he spied us sitting together on the loveseat. Lately, he'd been putting forth a lot of effort to like Edward more. Of course, this revelation was sure to end that effort immediately.

"Hey, kids. What's up?"

"We'd like to talk to you," Edward said, so serene.

"we have some good news."

Charlies expression went from strained friendliness to black suspicion in a second.

"Good news?" Charlie growled, looking straight at me.

"Have a seat, dad."

He raised one eyebrow, stared at me for five seconds, then stomped to the recliner and sat down on the very edge, his back ramrod straight.

"Don't get worked up, Dad," I said after a moment of loaded silence. "Everything's okay."

Edward grimaced, and I knew it was in objection to the word "okay." He probably would have used something more like "wonderful" or "perfect" or "glorious."

"Sure it is, Bella, sure it is. If everything is so great then why are you sweating bullets?"

"I'm not sweating," I lied.

I leaned away from his fierce scowl, cringing into Edward and instinctively wiped the back of my right hand across my forehead to remove the evidence.

"You're pregnant!" Charlie exploded. "You're pregnant, aren't you?"

Though the question was probably meant for me, he was glaring at Edward now, and I could have sworn I saw his hand twitch toward the gun.

"No! Of course I'm not!" I wanted to elbow Edward in the ribs, but I knew that move would only give me a bruise. I'd told Edward that people would immediately jump to this conclusion! What other possible reason would sane people have for getting married at eighteen? (His answer then had made me roll my eyes. Love. Right.)

Charlie's glower lightened a shade. It was usually pretty clear on my face when I was telling the truth, and he believed me now. "Oh. Sorry."

"Apology accepted."

There was a long pause. After a moment, I realized everyone was waiting for me to say something. I looked at Edward, panic-stricken. There was no way I was going to get the words out.

He smiled at me and then squared his shoulders and turned to my father.

"Charlie, I realized that I've gone about this out of order. Traditionally, I should have asked you first. I mean no disrespect, but since Bella has already said yes and I don't want to diminish her choice in the matter, instead of asking you for her hand, I'm asking you for your blessing. We're getting married, Charlie. I love her more than anything in the world, more than my own life, and - by some miracle - she loves me that way too. Will you give us your blessing?"

He sounded so sure, so calm. For just an instand, listening to the absolute confidence in his voice, i experienced a rare moment of insight. I could see, fleetingly, the way the world looked to him. For the length of one heartbeat, this news made perfect sense.

And then I caught sight of the expression on Charlie's face, his eyes now locked on the ring.

I held my breath while his skin changed colors - fait to red, red to purple, purple to blue. I started to get up - I'm not sure what I planned to do; maybe use the Heimlich maneuver to make sure he wasn't choking - but Edward squeezed my hand and murmured "Give him a minute" so low that only I could hear.

The silence was much longer this time. Then gradually, shade by shade, Charlie's color returned to normal. His lips pursed, and his eyebrows furrowed. I recognized his "deep in thought" expression. He studied the two of us for a long moment, and I felt Edward relax at my side.

"Guess I'm not that surprised," Charlie grumbled.

"Knew i'd have to deal with something like this soon enough."

I exhaled.

"You sure about his?" Charlie demanded, glaring at me.

"I'm one hundred precent sure about Edward," I told him without missing a beat.

"Getting married, though? What's the rush?" he eyed me suspiciously again.

The rush was due to the fact that I was getting closer to nineteen every stinking day, while Edward stayed frozen in all his seventeen-year-old perfection. not that this fact necessitated marriage in my book, but the wedding was required due to the delicate and tangled compromise Edward and I had made to get to this point, the brink of my transformation for mortal to immortal.

These were the things I couldn't explain to Charlie.

We're going away to Dartmouth together in the fall, Charlie," Edward reminded him. "I'd like to do that, well, the right way. It's how I was raised." He shrugged.

He wasn't exaggerating' they'd been big on oldfashioned morals during WWI.

Charlie's mouth twisted to the side. Looking for an angle to argue from. But what could he say? I'd prefer you to live in sin first? He was a dad; his hands were tied.

"Knew this was coming," he muttered to himself, frowning. Then suddenly, his face went perfectly smooth and blank.

"Dad?" I asked anxiously. I glanced at Edward, but I couldn't read his face either, as he watched Charlie.

"Ha!" Charlie exploded. I jumped in my seat. "Ha, ha, ha!"

I stared incredulously as Charlie doubled over in laughter his whole body shook with it. I looked at Edward for a translation, but Edward had his lips pressed tightly together, like he was trying to hold back laughter himself.

"Okay, fine," Charlie choked out. "Get married." Another roll of laughter shook through him. "But. . . "

"But what?" I demanded.

"But you have to tell mom! I'm not saying one word to Renee! That's all yours!" He busted into loud guffaws.

I paused with my hand on the doorknob, smiling. Sure, at the time, his words had terrified me. The ultimate doom; telling Renee. Early marriage was higher up on her black list that boiling live puppies.

Who could have foreseen her reponse? Not me.
Certainly not Charlie. May Alice, but I hadn't thought to ask her.

"Well, bella." Renee had said after I'd choked and stuttered out the impossible words: Mom, i'm marrying Edward. "I'm a little miffed that you waited so long to tell me. Plane tickets only get more expensive. Oooh," she'd fretted. "Do you think Phil's cast will be off by then? It will spoil the pictures if he's not in a tux-"

"Back up a second, Mom." I'd gasped. "What do you mean, waited so long? I just got en-en. . ." - - -I'd been unable to force out the word engaged - "things settled, you know, today."

"Today? Really? That is a surprise. I assumed. . ."

"What did you assume? When did you assume?"

"Well, when you came to visit me in April, it looked like things were pretty much sewn up, if you know what I mean. You're not very hard to read sweetie. But I didn't say anthing because I knew it wouldn't do any good. you're exactly like Charlie." She sighed, resigned.
"Once you make up your mind, there's no reasoning with you. Of course, exactly like Charlie, you stick by your decisions, too."

And then she said the last thing I'd ever expected to hear from my mother.

"You're not making my mistakes, Bella. you sound like you're scared silly, and I'm guessing it's because you're afraid of me." She giggled. "Of what I'm going to think. And I know I've said a lot of things about marriage and stupidity - and I'm not taking any of them back - but you need to realize that those things specifically applied to me. You're a completely different person then I am. You make your own kind of mistakes, and I'm sure you'll have your share of regrets in life. But commitment was never your problem, sweetie. you have a better chance of making this work that most forty-year-olds I know." Renee had laughed again, "My little middle-aged child. Luckily, you seem to have found another old soul."

"You're not . . . mad? you don't think I'm making a humongous mistake?"

"Well sure I wish you'd wait a few more years. I mean, do I look old enough to be a mother-in-law to you? Don't answer that. But this isn't about me. This is about you. Are you happy?"

"I don't know. I'm having an out-of-body experience right now."

Renee had chuckled. "Does he make you happy, Bella?"

"Yes but - "

"Are you ever going to want anyone else?"

"No but - "

"but what?"

"But aren't you going to say that I sound exactly like every other infatuated teenager since the dawn of time?"

"You've never been a teenage, sweetie. You know what's best for you."

For the last few weeks, Renee had unexpetedly immersed herself in wedding plans. She'd spent hours everyday on the phone with Edward's mother, Esme - no worries about the in-laws getting along. Renee adored Esme, but the, I doubt anyone could help responding that way to my lovable almost-mother-in-law. It let me right off the hook. Edward's family and my family were taking care of the nuptials together without me having to do or know or think to hard about any of it. Charlie was furious, of course, but the sweet part was that he wasn't furious at me. Renee was the traitor. He'd counted on her to play the heavy. What could he do now, when his ultimate threat -telling mom- had turned out to be utterly empty? He had nothing, and he knew it. So he moped around the house, muttering things about not being able to trust anyone in this world. . .

"Dad?" I called as I pushed open the front door. "I'm home."

"Hold on, Bells, stay right there."

"Huh?" I asked, pausing automatically.

"Gimme a second. Ouch, you got me, Alice"

Alice?

"Sorry Charlie," Alice trilling voice responded. "How's that?"

"I'm bleeding on it."

"You're fine. Didn't break the skin - trust me."

"What's going on?" I demanded, hestitating in the doorway.

"Thirty seconds, please, Bella," Alice told me. "Your patience will be rewarded."

"Humph," Charlie added.

I tapped my foot, counting each beat. Before I got to thirty, Alice said, "okay, Bella, come in!"

Moving with caution, I rounded the little corner into our living room.

"Oh," I huffed. "Aw. Dad. Don't you look - "

"Silly?" Charlie interrupted.

"I was thinking more like 'debonair."

Charlie blushed. Alice took his elbow and tugged him around into a slow spin to showcase the pale gray tux.

"Now cut that out, Alice. I look like an idiot."

"No one dressed by me ever looks like an idiot."

"She's right, Dad. You look fabulous! What's the occasion?"

Alice rolled her eyes. "It's the final check on the fit. For both of you."

I peeled my gaze of the unusually elegant Charlie for the first time and saw the dreaded white garment bag laid carefully across the sofa.

"Aaah."

"Go to your happy place, Bella. It won't take long."

I sucked in a deep breath and closed my eyes. Keeping them shut, I stumbled my way up the stairs to my room. I stripped down to my underwear and held my arms straight out.

You'd think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails," Alice muttered to herself as she followed me in. I paid no attention to her. I was in my happy place. In my happy place, the whole wedding mess was over and done. Behind me. Already repressed and forgotten. We were alone, just Edward and me. The setting was fuzzy and constantly in flux - it morphed from misty forest to cloud-covered city to artic night - because Edward was keeping the location of our honeymoon a secret to surprise me. But I wasn't especially ocnerned about the where part.

Edward and I were together, and I'd fulfilled my side of our compromise perfectly. I'd married him. That was the big one. But i'd also accepted all his outrageous gifts and was registered, however futilely, to attend Dartmouth College in the fall. Now it was his turn.

Before he turned me into a vampire - his big compromise - he had one other stipulation to make good on. Edward had an obsessive sort of concern over the human thing that I would be giving up, the experiences he didn't want me to miss. But there was only one experience I was insisting on. Of ocurse it would be the one he wished I would forget all about.

Here was the thing, Though. I knew what I was going to be like when it was all over. I'd seen newborn vampires firsthand, and I'd heard all my family-to-be's stories about those wild early days. For several years, my biggest personality trait was going to be "thirsty." It would take some time before I could be me again. And even when I was in control of myself, I would never feel exactly the way I felt now.

Human . . and passionately in love.

I wanted to complete the experience before I traded in my warm, breakable, pheromone - riddled body for something beautiful, strong... and unknown, I wanted a real honeymoon with Edward. And, despite the danger he feared this would put me in, he'd agreed to try.

I was only vaguely aware of Alice and the slip and slide of satin over my skin. I didn't care, for the moment, that the whole town was talking about me. I didn't think about the spectacle I would have to star in much to soon. I didn't worry about tripping on my train or giggling at the wrong moment or being too young or the staring audience or even the empty seat where my best friend should be.

I was with Edward in my happy place.


(c) 2008 by Stephenie Meyer, from the Eclipse Special Edition published by Little, Brown and Company.


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# Posté le vendredi 30 mai 2008 09:36

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Traduction de " 'Twilight' Stars Answer More Of Fans' Burning Questions: Robert Pattinson's Nickname, Kristen Stewart's Klutziness And More'( "Twilight Tuesday du mardi 28 mai) par T-w-i-l-i-g-h-t

"Kristen: Es-tu aussi maladroite que Bella dans la vie réelle?" — Nazrine

Kristen: Je ne me suis pas blessée sur le plateau; je me suis blessée en dehors du plateau ! C'est étonnement difficile de le faire sur commande. Je ne suis pas la personne la plus gracieuse, mais c'est comme de la comédie physique— c'est difficile à faire. À moins que vous n'alliez en faire très vite, cela fait faux. Mais je fais de mon mieux. Je ne suis pas Buster Keaton, mais j'essaie.


"Quelle est ta marque favorite de Mac and Cheese?"(c'est une recette de macaronis au fromage)Mandee

Nikki Reed (Rosalie Hale): [co-star de Kellan Lutz (Emmett Cullen)] Quelle est ta marque favorite de Mac and Cheese, hein? Je devrais savoir ça. Ça fait seulement 108 ans [que nous somme ensemble].

Kellan Lutz: Celui que ma mère fait. Je n'ai aucune idée de la manière dont elle le fait, mais elle est géniale.

Reed: Ma mère avait l'habitude de faire du Mac and Cheese avec du Velveeta (une marque de sauce au fromage américaine), c'est fondu c'est ça? Et c'était vraiment bon. Qu'est-ce que c'était? Dino Mac 'n Cheese? Je suis sûre que c'était super.



"Quelle partie de vous-même espérez-vous transmettre à votre personnage à l'écran?" — Jessie

Peter Facinelli (Dr. Carlisle Cullen): Absolument rien. Il n'y a aucune partie de moi que j'apporte dans ce personnage. Je suis un père, donc je pense que je comprends la manière qu'a un père de réagir dans certaines situations, et je pense que je partage l'amour de Carlisle pour l'humanité et la compassion. Il y a des choses que je partage avec lui, mais je n'ai pas 348 ans et il y a beaucoup de choses que je dois apporter qui ne me quittent pas.


"Si vous aviez la chance de jouer (gender aside) un autre personnage des livres 'Twilight', autre que celui pour lequel vous avez déjà été casté, qui serait-ce et pourquoi ? " — Bob

Ashley Greene (Alice Cullen): J'adore Victoria; J'aime beaucoup son rôle. Elle est féroce, et elle compte sur ça pour gagner. C'est un contraste avec mon personnage courageux, amusant et généreux... et Victoria est tout simplement le mal.

Jackson Rathbone (Jasper Hale): Sur la même base, je dirais James. Aau fond de son personnage, [Jasper] a trouvé une fille qu'il peut aimer et qu'il peut protéger et qui le laissera devenir plus doux et plus gentil. Une femme comme Victoria ne le laisserait jamais faire. Donc je dirais le contraste de Victoria et James.



"Les scènes à Port Angeles seront dans le film?" — Lisa

Greg Mooradian (producer): J'aimerai vous donner la réponse. Nous n'allons pas vous donner plus de détails sur l'histoire, mais j'ai le sentiment que les gens qui attendent pour Port Angeles ne seront pas déçus.


"Michael, as-tu aimé les tonnes de chaussettes que tu as reçus de la part des fans du monde entier?" — Irish_Sheep

Michael Welch (Mike Newton): Cette histoire entière de chaussettes, c'est quand j'ai réalisé "OK, c'est juste le groupe de personnes le plus sympa". Je crois que c'était un blog dans le Twilight Lexicon, où je mentionnais que j'étais prêt à partir sur le tournage et puis j'ai commencé à faire l'idiot et à mentionner que j'étais en manque de chaussettes. Donc les Twilighters ont appris ça et ont dit "Vous savez quoi? Commençons à envoyer des chaussettes à Mike et voyons ce qui va se passer". Les gens m'ont envoyé des centaines de chaussettes jusqu'à maintenant. C'est vraiment étonnant car ils ont dû payer pour ça! Ils ont dû les emballer, mettre un timbre et les expédier! C'est un geste de vrai fan, et je l'apprécie vraiment.


"Pour Catherine Hardwicke, Directrice des Dieux: Qu'est-ce que ça fait d'être la Directrice des Dieux ?" — Evangeline Annie Van Holzen

Catherine Hardwicke: En fait, je me sens chanceuse de diriger Kristen et Rob, car ils ont des visages si magnifiques. Ils sont expréssifs. Leur peaux est comme de la porcelaine, et parfois, je regarde le moniteur et je me dit "Oh, je suis si excitée!" en sautillant. Mais je ne veux rien dire, car je veux les garder dans cet instant. Parfois, j'ai l'impression de posséder de l'or. Et je suis très excitée.


"Robert, aimes-tu le surnom que t'ont donné les fans, RPattz?" - Hannah

Robert Pattinson (Edward Cullen): Rpattz. J'imagine que ça a un certain sens. C'est mon initiale et une partie de mon nom. Je ne sais pas. Ça n'est pas une insulte de toute façon. Ça sonne comme une sorte d'antiacide. ... je hais mon nom. Je hais toute référence sur mon nom. J'espère que les gens en inventeront un autre complètement nouvrau comme... Spunk. Il y avait une fille appellée Ransom. J'aimerai être appelé "Ransom Spunk," ou "Spunk Ransom."


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# Posté le vendredi 30 mai 2008 12:52

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