lenoreamidala:

““You might control yourself on occasion, but these leeches you’re taking her to—” Jacob was furiously accusing her. “Yes. You’re right, dog.” Alice was snarling, too. “The Volturi are the very essence of our kind—they’re the reason your hair stands on end when you smell me. They are the substance of your nightmares, the dread behind your instincts. I’m not unaware of that.” “And you take her to them like a bottle of wine for a party!” he shouted.