of that was a lapse in attention I could not afford。 They ghosted closer； their dark robes billowing slightly with the movement。 I saw their hands curl into bonecolored claws。 They drifted apart； angling to e at us from all sides。 We were outnumbered。 It was over。 And then； like a burst of light from a flash； the whole scene was different。 Yet nothing changed—the Volturi still stalked toward us； poised to kill。 All that really changed was how the picture looked to me。 Suddenly； I was hungry for it。 I wanfed them to charge。 The panic changed to bloodlust as I crouched forward； a smile on my face； and a growl ripped through my bared teeth。 19。 BURNING The pain was bewildering。 Exactly that—I was bewildered。 I couldn"t understand； couldn"t make sense of what was happening。 My body tried to reject the pain； and I was sucked again and again into a blackness that cut out whole seconds or maybe even minutes of the agony； making it that much harder to keep up with reality。 I tried to separate them。 Nonreality was black； and it didn"t hurt so much。 Reality was red； and it felt like I was being sawed in half； hit by a bus； punched by a prize fighter； trampled by bulls； and submerged in acid； all at the same time。 Reality was feeling my body twist and flip when I couldn"t possibly move because of the pain。 Reality was knowing there was something so much more important than all this torture； and not being able to remember what it was。 Reality had e on so fast。 One moment； everything was as it should have been。 Surrounded by people I loved。 Smiles。 Somehow； unlikely as it was； it seemed like I was about to get everything I"d been fighting for。 And then one tiny； inconsequential thing had gone wrong。 I"d watched as my cup tilted； dark blood spilling out and staining the perfect white； and I"d lurched toward the accident reflexively。 I"d seen the other； faster hands； but my body had continued to reach； to stretch___ Inside me； something had yanked the opposite direction。 Page 219 Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter； ：。processtext。abclit。html Ripping。 Breaking。 Agony。 The darkness had taken over； and then washed away to a wave of torture。 I couldn"t breathe—I had drowned once before； and this was different； it was too hot in my throat。 Pieces of me shattering； snapping； slicing apart___ More blackness。 Voices； this time； shouting； as the pain came back。 "The placenta must have detached！〃 Something sharper than knives ripped through me—the words； making sense in spite of the other tortures。 Detached placenta —I knew what that meant。 It meant that my baby was dying inside me。 〃Get him out！〃 I screamed to Edward。 Why hadn"t he done it yet？ 〃He can"t breathe！ Do it now！〃 〃The morphine—〃 He wanted to wait； to give me painkillers； while our baby was dying？！ 〃No！ Now—；〃 I choked； unable to finish。 Black spots covered the light in the room as a cold point of new pain stabbed icily into my stomach。 It felt wrong—I struggled automatically to protect my womb； my baby； my little Edward Jacob； but I was weak。 My lungs ached； oxygen burned away。 The pain faded away again； though I clung to it now。 My baby； my baby； dying___ How long had passed？ Seconds or minutes？ The pain was gone。 Numb。 I couldn"t feel。 I still couldn"t see； either； but I could hear。 There was air in my lungs again； scraping in rough bubbles up and down my throat。 〃You stay with me now； Bella！ Do you hear me？ Stay！ You"re not leaving me。 Keep your heart beating！〃 Jacob？ Jacob； still here； still trying to save me。 Of course；I wanted to tell him。 Of course I would keep my heart beating。 Hadn"t I promised them both？ I tried to feel my heart； to find it； but I was so lost inside my own body。 I couldn"t feel the things I should； and nothing felt in the right place。 I blinked and I found my eyes。 I could see the light。 Not what I was looking for； but better than nothing。 As my eyes struggled to adjust； Edward whispered； 〃Renesmee。〃 Renesmee？ Not the pale and perfect son of my imagination？ I felt a moment of shock。 And then a flood of warmth。 Page 220 Generatedby ABC Amber LIT Converter； ：。processtext。abclit。html Renesmee。 I willed my lips to move； willed the bubbles of air to turn into whispers on my tongue。 I forced my numb hands to reach。 〃Let me。。。 Give her to me。〃 The light danced； shattering off Edward"s crystal hands。 The sparkles were tinged with red； with the blood that covered his skin。 And more red in his hands。 Something small and struggling； dripping with blood。 He touched the warm body to my weak arms； almost like I was holding her。 Her wet skin was hot —as hot as Jacob"s。 My eyes focused； suddenly everything was absolutely clear。 Renesmee did not cry； but she breathed in quick； startled pants。 Her eyes were open； her expression so shocked it was almost funny。 The little； perfectly round head was covered in a thick layer of matted； bloody curls。 Her irises were a familiar—but astonishing—chocolate brown。 Under the blood； her skin looked pale； a creamy ivory。 All besides her cheeks； which flamed with color。 Her tiny face was so absolutely perfect that it stunned me。 She was even more beautiful than her father。 Unbelievable。 Impossible。 〃Renesmee；〃 I whispered。 〃So。。。 beautiful。〃 The impossible face suddenly smiled—a wide； deliberate smile。 Behind the shellpink lips was a full plement of snowy milk teeth。 She leaned her head down； against my chest； burrowing against the warmth。 Her skin was warm and silky； but it didn"t give the way mine did。 Then there was pain again—just one warm slash of it。 I gasped。 And she was gone。 My angelfaced baby was nowhere。 I couldn"t see or feel her。 No！I wanted to shout。 Give her back to me！ But the weakness was too much。 My arms felt like empty rubber hoses for a moment； and then they felt like nothing at all。 I couldn"t feel them。 I couldn"t feel me。 The blackness rushed over my eyes more solidly than before。 Like a thick