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Edward's Buried Secret
After we went down stairs, we entered a basement, only it looked more like a cave. There were two tombs, clearly visible to the eye, as the light of the sun was focused on them.
”This place is exposed to the sun?” asked Alice.
”No” replied Edward, “Not exactly, it’s the reflection of the sun.”
As I focused on the tombs, there were two pictures on each, which looked more like portraits. The first portrait was a picture of a woman, who looked very young, with dark wavy hair that touched her light skin and matched her dark eyes, a beautiful face, with good looking features.
Edward looked at it; his eyes sparkled as if the sun has touched them “He was a great Artist” he said, “It looks exactly as the real thing!”
And then I looked at the other picture, it looked old, a portrait of a man, a very handsome man, he had dark hair, and perfect beautiful face, but his eyes were confusing, I couldn’t make out the color.
”This is our hero!” said Edward answering my confusion, “it was painted by the vampire woman he loved, before he was transformed, I’m not sure if it was the real one or just a copy”.
Alice and Rosalie looked with admiration, and I wondered how he looked like when he was transformed.
“I don’t know” Edward said, as if answering my question, but instead he turned to Alice, “Whether there’s another picture for him when he was a vampire”
“Where?” asked Edward looking at Carlisle.
”What?” asked Emmet looking at both.
“I’ve seen him before!” Carlisle answered silently, “When I first transformed, and went to France, I wasn’t fully prepared for my new life, but someone helped me adjusting, he taught me what to do, his help was very short, or quicker, he never told me his name, he just helped.
”I tried asking him about his identity, I tried to know more about him, but he never exposed himself. I was grateful to him; he sort of saved my life, and gave me the hope to like my being.” He stopped and starred at Gabriel’s face, “But I’ll never forget his eyes and expressions”.
Esme looked at the portrait, first with admiration and then with appreciation, she looked at Carlisle with sweetness and kissed him on the cheek, he kissed her forehead and starred at her with love.


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