| neieplānots rīsērčš [part VI] |
[Apr. 3rd, 2010|02:04 pm] |
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| | death cab for cutie - meet me on the equinox | ] |
| THE GODFATHER |
ECLIPSE |
- You got hit by the thunderbolt, eh? - Fabrizzio said, clapping him on the shoulder.
Even Calo became friendly, patting him on the arm and saying,
- Easy, man, easy, - but with affection. As if Michael had been hit by a car.
Fabrizzio handed him a wine bottle and Michael took a long slug. It cleared his head.
- What the hell are you damn sheep lovers talking about? - he said.
Both men laughed. Calo, his honest face filled with the utmost seriousness, said,
- You can’t hide the thunderbolt. When it hits you, everybody can see it. Christ, man, don’t be ashamed of it, some men pray for the thunderbolt. You’re a lucky fellow.
Michael wasn’t too pleased about his emotions being so easily read. But this was the first time in his life such a thing had happened to him. It was nothing like his adolescent crushes, it was nothing like the love he’d had for Kay, a love based as much on her sweetness, her intelligence and the polarity of the fair and dark. This was an overwhelming desire for possession, this was an unerasable printing of the girl’s face on his brain and he knew she would haunt his memory every day of his life if he did not possess her. His life had become simplified, focused on one point, everything else was unworthy of even a moment’s attention. |
- Have you ever heard of imprinting?
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- What is it? - I prodded.
Jacob’s eyes strayed to the ocean.
- Sam did love Leah. But when he saw Emily, that didn’t matter anymore. Sometimes... we don’t exactly know why... we find our mates that way. - His eyes flashed back to me, his face reddening. - I mean... our soul mates.
- What way? Love at first sight? - I snickered.
Jacob wasn’t smiling. His dark eyes were critical of my reaction.
- It’s a little bit more powerful than that. More absolute.
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- Love at first sight? But more powerful? - My voice still sounded dubious, and he could hear that.
- It’s not easy to explain. It doesn’t matter, anyway. - He shrugged indifferently. - You wanted to know what happened to Sam to make him hate the vampires for changing him, to make him hate himself. And that’s what happened. He broke Leah’s heart. He went back on every promise he’d ever made her. Every day he has to see the accusation in her eyes, and know that she’s right.
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- The imprinting compulsion is one of the strangest things I’ve ever witnessed in my life, and I’ve seen some strange things. - He shook his head wonderingly. - The way Sam is tied to his Emily is impossible to describe or I should say her Sam. Sam really had no choice. |
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