As for William’s part I did not care, I was too busy with my pain to take care of him. Until he showed up, like that, out of the blue. His eyes were full of something I couldn’t make out, he asked me to kill him, and as he claimed he was the main reason for her death. I was mad enough to kill myself, and he had the power to make everyone commit a murder. And there I crowned as the ‘Murderer of a Legend’. How I killed him? I’m trying to forget.

Historian Vampires wrote stories and myths about him and his death, some say he killed himself, others say his enemies murdered him, and the rest claimed he still alive. But you already know which one to believe. His body or the rest of it is kept in a grave next to Clemence’s and both of them are hidden in a small hidden room in his house. And over the years nobody discovered it as I made sure it’s perfectly hidden.

After almost 80 years, I've decided to put everything behind, as you know life goes on, and everything comes back to normal. After 80 years, I've forgot the story, I still remember it, but it's not part of me now. I shall always keep it as a myth, a fictional story that was told by a gifted narrator. And maybe it came the time it should be shared.

And now my dear Bella, you should always know my feelings for our relationship; I love you more than William loved Clemence and I know he loved her more than Darcy loved Elizabeth, more than Rochester loved Jane, and even more than Romeo loved Juliet. And you should always know that I would die for you, like I tried to do when I thought I lost you. I wanted us to be part of a story, like that couple. But what I wanted more was that our love would never stop. I wanted us to be happy, to have eternity to our selves, where we live forever and never die.

I loved you Bella. And I lied to you, because I never wanted to loose you. I hope you comprehend my intentions and my desire to stay with you forever.

Yours for eternity,

Edward.’