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And he, running and crying - Edward smile softly, a kind of half smile, but his eyes are very serious - I will not pull you. He also wanted that happen, because Anyhow you want me to be safe. However, he wanted to be with me at the same time. Those two wishes can not come together ... - Edward paused, his eyes fixed on my face, waiting. - I will not run away - I promise with a certainty. - Let's wait and see - He smiled again. Immediately, I frowned again, asking: - Now he goes on ... Doctor Carlisle swimming to France Edward hummed, continuing his unfinished story. He directed his eyes to another picture - the most colorful picture of all, framed in the most magnificent frame, is also the largest picture, twice the width of the door and It was next to him. The drawing was full of brilliant people in cloaks, crashing around the pillars and marble balconies. I'm not sure if the picture depicting a Greek mythology or other characters floating in the clouds is a biblical picture. Carlisle went to France and then to the word. That goes to everywhere in Europe, studying a lot of universities. He studied music, science, medicine ... determined his own tendency to live, as well as found all kinds of ways to save his soul, and he chose that way ... Saving human life - Here, the face of Edward suddenly transformed into awe, and almost a cult - he did not have enough words to describe Carlisle's efforts; Having struggled for two centuries struggling with himself, Carlisle is now able to control himself easily. He is innocent of human blood, realizing his dream of pursuing no longer. suffer as much anymore. He found peace for his soul there, at the hospital- "Edward looked at the empty space for a long moment ... Then he continued. He pointed at the largest picture in front of them. I. "Carlisle was studying in Italy at this time and discovered people like him. However, they are more courteous and educated than those who live in sewers in London. So far, he's only about four people on the highest balcony, calmly looking down at the chaotic crowd underneath him. One look intently, I look at those who are standing on the headline. Suddenly jumped and burst into laughter. Among the four, there was a very handsome blonde guy. - Solimena was inspired by Carlisle's friends. He often painted them as saints - Edward giggled - Aro, Marcus, and this is Caius - He mentioned the name, pointing to the other three, two black hair and one blonde - The dark gods of art. - What happened to them? - I suddenly asked loudly, fingers hovering around the characters on the drawing. "They are still there," he shrugged. "They are the ones who understand better than anyone, what a millennium, sir. Carlisle lived with them for a short time, only a few dozen years. He admits in particular that politeness, as well as the goodness that exists in their person, is the only thing they are determined to "cure" Carlisle's aversion to "natural nutrition". or use that word. They tried to persuade him, and he tried to persuade them, but it was all a publicity. Finally, Carlisle found his way to the New World, dreaming of finding people with the same life. And he's lonely, as you know. "For a long time, he found no one. And just as the beasts become good people in fairy tales, Carlisle realizes that he can also make friends with ordinary people - who do not know his body, they treat He was as if he was also a normal person like them. He started practicing medicine. But a friendship like he always wanted to avoid him; He can not be close to anyone. When the flu spread into a pandemic, Carlisle was a visiting physician at a Chicago hospital. Over the past few years, he has started to rekindle a different mindset, and he always wished to do that ... Once he can not get a friend that suits him, he will have to create his own. However, he is still not sure about his own transformation, so he is still in the limelight. Until he could not wait any longer, he had to reluctantly steal a man's life the way his life was stolen. That was Carlisle's mood when he found him. At that time, he was out of hope; He was in an isolated and dying area. He had taken care of his parents, so he knew that he had no relatives. And he decided to try ... "Edward's voice suddenly whispered, interrupted. He zoomed his eyes out the side window tabsentmindedly. I wonder what he is picturing now, Dr. Carlisle's memory or his own memory. So, I stand still, patiently waiting. Finally, he turned to look at me, his face bright with angelic smile. - And then back to the starting point - Edward finished the story. - So then, he was with Dr. Carlisle? - I ask. - almost so - he gently wrapped his arms around my waist, took me back to the room door. I looked up at the wall hanging from the picture again, in the upstairs raised the question: are not you going to tell me another story? But until the end of the corridor, Edward did not say a word, I said: - Almost? Edward sighed, answering reluctantly - well, he lived rebelliously ... about ten years, after ... he was reborn ... was created; I want to use anything. He did not believe Carlisle's persistent life, he was angry because he did not allow him to live up to his ego. So he left. - Really? I was more surprised than I was afraid. You seem to feel that too. I suddenly realized that I was standing at another staircase leading up to the top floor, so since then, I have not noticed anything around. - That is not strong enough to beat you? - No - Why not? - I think ... I have my own suffering. Edward laughed out loud, laughter crunching throughout the building. At this time we have reached the last tier and are facing another corridor, on the wall also panels. - From the start of a new life - Edward whispered - He is lucky to read the thoughts of people around us, ordinary people and special characters. Of course, he understood the honest nature as well. The reason Carlisle chose to live that way ... but he ... he wanted to live up to his will ... "A few years later, he began to realize his ideas were somewhat similar to Carlisle but to a different degree. I think I still can live my self ... and escape ... the torment of the conscience. You can read the thoughts of those prey. You will not touch good people, but you will catch up with the criminals. If you followed a killer while he was following a young girl wandering in the alley ... If you save the girl, you are no longer a criminal anymore. "I shivered, The discrete illustration appears in mind ... the darkness ... on a deserted path, the girl is in panic ... a man huddled behind her. Then Edward appears - a young saint who has seductive beauty but at the same time has a horrible predatory predilection - saved her life. Will the girl be grateful to him or will he feel even more afraid? But as time went by, he began to realize that a demon existed in his body. Even if he had excuses, he could not deny the obvious truth that he owes his life too much. many people. He returned to Carlisle and Esme. They spread their arms around him like welcoming a newly arrived son. I know I do not deserve it, it's beyond my imagination. We stopped in front of the last door on the way. "Your room," he told me, opening the door gently, pushing me on. Edward's private room was to the south, with a large window-like window, like the ground floor hall. It seems that the whole wall behind the house has been replaced by glass. Window of his room overlooking the river Sol Duc gentle winding through the forest, flowing to the Olympic mountains ... The mountain itself so close ... The western wall of his room ordered a dozen shelves full of dishes CD. The room is like a record store rather than a regular store. In a corner of the room is a sophisticated, sophisticated sound

system, of the type I just dared to stand at a distance but admire not dare to touch ... for fear of scratching it. There is no bed in the room, only a very large sofa, black leather covers look very stylish. Under the floor there is a thick yellow elegant carpet, while on the wall are heavy speakers. dark color - m listen very happy, is not he? Edward nodded and giggled. Then he took the remote control up, gently pressed the button. The jazz sound was soothing, but the sound of it made me feel like we were apart, and there was another band in the room. I moved closer to admire his huge record store. - How do you arrange this disc? - I asked, no sign of the association between the titles. Edward is looking away somewhere. - Ummm, you are going to be in order of years, next to personal preference ... I turned around, suddenly caught his eyes looking at me - a very strange look. - What is it? - I have nothing more ... stress anymore. I already know everything, he is no longer