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Edward's Secret

What if Edward had a secret?? a hidden secret of a tragic story that has been hidden for decades?? almost 80 years ago, Edward met a girl, he thought he was in love with her!

This story is a summary! I'll publish the big one, later if this one gets an audience!

6. Chapter 6

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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.

For a second I thought Edward was looking at Carlisle and Esme, or at Gabriel, but instead he was starring at Clemence, he was looking at her as if she was a wife or a mother he has lost, as much as he can try to conceal it, I think some parts of him still carry some love to her. I didn’t feel envy or betrayal; somehow I felt compassion for Edward.

“She’s very beautiful.” I said as I stepped next to him, I tried to make him feel comfortable to tell me about her, or at least not feel guilty.

“She’s passionate about everything,” he said, as if he didn’t notice it was me he was talking to, “she was full of life, and he took it away.”

“But he loved her.”

“Alice.” Edward said suddenly, “I’ve finished my story, what you’re waiting for?”

Alice didn’t say a thing.
”What paper?” Edward asked with concern.
Edward started looking hysterically around.
”No” he replied again to Alice’s thoughts, “I don’t know anything about it”.

“What?” asked Jasper, “What is it Alice?”

“Alice saw something” replied Edward, “But I don’t know anything about it.”

“I saw a paper” said Alice confused, “A small piece of manuscript, and then there was another book”.
”Edward what is it?” Esme asked worried.
”I don’t know.” He replied puzzled.

“Edward” interrupted Carlisle looking at the picture of Clemence, “who framed this picture?”
”Gabriel I guess.”
”why it looks like its hiding something?”
”What? What you mean?”

“Look at it, it feel like something hidden behind it”
and we all looked, but we couldn’t see anything.
”Look at it from this corner” said Carlisle answering our confusion.
We all stepped to Carlisle’s corner and looked at it. The reflection of the sun was right at the picture and it was obvious that there was a small thing hidden inside the picture, or hidden behind the picture more like.

“No don’t!” Edward shouted at Jasper as he tried touching the picture. And Jasper froze in his place.
Edward headed closer to the grave and touched the picture as if it was the Holy Grail.

“At least” said Edward softly, “let me do it properly”

And he opened the frame gently, held the picture, and removed the back layer, to find a small paper in between.

He held it and there was writing he read it allowed. That was the first time I heard Edward talking in another language, it was bizarre language, I couldn’t understand any thing.

After he finished, they all starred at him, and Alice took the paper from him, trying to make out the words, as if it was a code.
”What does it say?” I asked.

“I never wished destiny to end up by your death,
Controlling fate isn’t a talent I possess
Forgive me
p.s. my last memoir”
”He’s apologizing to her” I said and felt a small tear in my eye.
”Not only to her” replied Alice, and all the other agreed, while I stood confused, “at first it looks like he’s talking to her, but when he said forgive me, he was referring to more than one person. He used the plural term in Arabic.”

“But what does he mean?” I asked again, still confused.
”I don’t know”

“Maybe he wrote this and place it before I killed him” said Edward.
”But what he means by his last memoir?” asked Alice, “and why he was apologizing for destiny that he can’t control?”

They stood there, all confused.
”What do you mean?” Edward starred at Carlisle,

“What?” said Alice, “What’s the matter?”

“Gabriel has fooled Edward!” answered Carlisle looking at Alice.
”What do you mean?”
“His prediction for the future wasn’t the same as Alice” he replied and cleared his throat, “He can predict also destiny. Destiny cannot be changed, exactly like the past, it’s already written, and you can never change it.

“And I guess that was his weakness, he could never change the destiny he predicts”.

“You’re saying that…”

“He knew she would be dead, even before he killed her”.