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Skeptical: - And Emmett? - Well, Emmett thought he was insane, really, but he did not have a grudge against me. Emmett was trying to convince Rosalie. - What makes her unhappy? - I do not know if I really want to hear the answer. Edward sighed and sighed: - Rosalie always tried to hide her body. It is hard for her to endure the fact that some outsider knows her secret. With her, she is a bit jealous. - Rosalie envy me? I asked again as I did not believe in my ear. I'm trying to figure out what really made this beautiful land in the midst of an immense world where a man of great beauty was holding his breath and jealous of an inferior person. I'm - You're a real person - Edward shrugged - Rosalie was always dreaming of it. "Yeah," I muttered, my head still throbbing. "But Jasper, he's also ..." "That's you," he explained. "I told him he was having a hard time learning the alkaline. I like him. He forced him to keep the distance for me. Taking these words, I feel really pissed. - And your mother and father ...? - I asked again, so you do not pay attention to my state of it. - ... happy to see you happy. Actually, Esme does not care about having three eyes or legs with a membrane. Whenever she worries about him, she is afraid that in his personality there is something wrong, because when Carlisle transforms him, he It's too small ... Esme is a sentimental one. Every time I hold your hand, she almost breathed with satisfaction and complete peace of mind about him. - Alice is very passionate. "Alice looked at life the way he did," Edward replied, his lips tightening. - And you will not explain it, right? Silence ... No one talks to anyone, but in fact, we are both thinking about each other very well. He realized that I knew he was trying to hide me from something. I realized that he would not reveal anything when it was not the time. - What did the father say to you? "I continued to speak. His eyebrows flew at once. He asked again: - I noticed everything, right? I shrug my shoulders: - Of course. Looking at me for a moment, he responded: - I want to talk to him a few things ... but he did not know whether he was going to share it with you or not ... - So do you share? - Yes, because in the next few days, even a few weeks ... I will have to watch out for some things ... and I do not want you to think of me as a "fascist tycoon." - What's up? - Exactly, no problem at all. Alice saw some uninvited guests coming in the morning. They know we're here, and they're curious ... - Uninvited guests? - Yeah ... well, they are not like us, about hunting ... Maybe they will not go to town, but surely I can not take my eyes off until they leave ... I suddenly feel cold all over Maybe you need to know what you think! He began to believe that he had no sense of self-preservation instinct. I turned away, rolling my eyes wide through the vast room, letting his words flow from my lips. He looked in the direction of my eyes. - I can not believe it, right? - Yes - I confess. "There is no coffin, nor a head of pile at home, even, I do not even think my house has a spider's web ... I'm very disappointed ..." Edward began to tease. But I do not care about your joke. - The house is bright and airy. He resigned seriously: - Because this is where we do not have to hide his identity. The fingers fluttered over the keys, the song he was playing - my song - was coming to an end, the final chords were turning into melancholy melodies. And the last note was a resounding note. Far between the quiet space like sheets. - Thank you - I muttered, suddenly realized that his eyes are water. Awkwardly, I dabbed the tears that were streaming down. Edward suddenly raised his hand to the corner of my eye, picking up the last drop I missed, and stared at my finger, thinking about something sluggish. And so fast, so fast I did not. Dare to trust his eyes again, he put his fingers to his mouth, tasted. I looked at him, inquiring, he also looked back to me a long time before smiling: - I want to visit the house? - No coffin? - I checked again, however, my joke was still not enough to cover up the fears but weakened but very sincere.Edward burst out laughing, then grabbed me and led me away from the eld tree. forbidden road. We walked slowly up the huge bending staircase, my hands gently gliding up on the cool arm, satiny like satin. Along the two sides of the walkway, honeycomb boards were the same color as the flooring. Rosalie and Emmett's room ... Carlisle's room ... Alice's room ... - Just take me, Edward just Introduce the room. He tried toI went on but I came back to the end of the aisle, looking suspiciously at an evil cross on the wall, just above my head. Edward chuckled at the bewilderment on his companion's face. "You smile," he replied. "Like a cynical sarcasm. But I do not laugh. Clearly, I extend my hand, stretching a finger out as if to touch the large wooden cross, its glossy black silhouette contrasts perfectly with the bright wall. But I do not touch the tree. The evil one, though I am very curious, does not know if this timepiece is as smooth as my eyes perceive. - Maybe it's too old - I commented. Edward shrugged his shoulders, saying, "In the range of one hundred and sixty hundred and thirty. Leaving his eyes off the cross, I turned to look at him steadily: - Why is your family leave it here? - I asked. - Because nostalgic. This evil cross belonged to Carlisle's father. - Carlisle's father collect antique furniture? - I asked suspiciously. - No. He plucks himself. It was hung on the wall, at the pulpit, in the parish, where the throat was. I was not sure if my face was clearly stunned, but immediately I turned my face, staring at the ancient, rustic cross that counted in the head a calculation minus simple; Is this cross three hundred and seventy years old? Shocked ... my mind was confused, but I still forced myself to accept the age of the cross ... and what was involved with it. - How did you do it? - he asked anxiously. - How old is Dr. Carlisle? I asked Edward, not answering him, his eyes fixed on the evil cross. "He just celebrated his three hundred and sixty-two birthday," Edward replied. I turn to look at him, hesitating, there are millions of questions filled in his eyes. He looked at me carefully before answering: - Carlisle was born in London, the year six thousand six hundred and forty he thought so. Time passed too long, how can people remember correctly. However, he certainly remembered that at that time, there was no Cromwell's code. (14) I tried to keep myself calm, especially as he was scrutinizing my attitude while I was listening. present. If I did not try to focus on my ears, it would have been easier. - Carlisle is the only son of an Anglican clergyman. His mother died shortly after he was born. Carlisle's father was an autocratic person. When power fell into the hands of Protestants, he brutally suppressed Roman Catholics and other religious followers. With that in mind, the pastor firmly believes in the existence of evil. He has set up an evil hunting organization, arresting those who are supposed to be witches, werewolves ... and ghosts. dragons I stood motionless to receive his words. I know Edward is watching my every gesture, though he continues to tell, without stopping for a moment: - They have burned up so many innocent people ... Of course the special characters that He was scouring for a place where he could easily be sacked. Finally, the pastor was getting old, and he decided to put all his expectations on the shoulders of his docile son. At first, Carlisle was a great disappointment to his father: Carlisle could not catch anyone, did not see the "demon" as fast as his father. But Carlisle persisted, and was much wiser than his father. He

discovered the real vampire organizations lurking beneath the city's sewers, leaving them out at night for food. At that time, not only the new monster lived, but many poor people also resigned to life like that. Of course, after that, people gathered together with the forks and torches in hand. - Edward's short laugh sounded bitter - ... and ambushed where Carlisle saw the monsters appear on the road. Actually, there is only one name. Edward's voice suddenly became weak, and I tried to concentrate all my senses so that he could drank his words. - Looks like he's old, weak and hungry. Carlisle heard him alert his fellow in Latin ... So he smelled of the crowd preparing to be around him. Then he started running, Carlisle ... at the age of twenty-three, very agile. , the speed of the lead chase. Of course, those mysterious characters who did not need to show any effort could easily have deserted them, but Carlisle persisted in pursuit, knowing that the vampire was starving, how he Also going back and attacking. Of course not unexpected, he attacked Carlisle first; But the crowd followed closely, and he was forced to defend himself. He killed two men, "took a third", and left Carlisle bleeding in the street. Edward stopped, I knew he was picking up the t