Anastasia's heartbeat fastened when Edward walked into the lecture hall, she felt as though she was looking at a new person, but he hasn't even changed.
She forced herself to remember Roseanne's terrified face as she looked at him, not being able to comprehend how the guy sitting next to her was the reason for that terror.
She thought about the hours spent in the library where he ranted about books with such compassion and understanding of the characters and she thought about all the brutal crimes around the world, a human capable of one these can't be capable of the other...right?
Her head hurt when she started thinking in circles, wondering if she was not able to comprehend the connection just because she had fallen into his charm, she couldn't be that naive right? She was sure she was smarter than that.
Roseanne's words ran inside her head as she analyzed every letter, and the more she did, the less it made sense.
The description the old lady used was quite weird for a killer, Anastasia remembered how she used words like 'their kind' and 'imagination', even though she knew how extremely religious Roseanne was, she thought that there was something unsettling and weird about the choice of words.
"Do you still want to go to the museum today?" Edward asked her, worried at the nervous look on the girl.
Anastasia had just remembered that they were going to the museum at night, and even though she was suspicions of Edward, she wasn't exactly scared but rather curious and desperate to seek the truth for once.
Putting aside her thoughts, she nodded at him, "We can meet there tonight,"
When she returned home from university, Anastasia went to her room and turned on her laptop, went on the browser and searched for murders that happened where she currently lived.
There wasn't many results, just some articles about attempted murders, local crimes and list of criminals. There was no unsolved crimes, or something that would point to an unfound killer or criminal.
She wondered if something did happen in another place, but Edward never mentioned anything about living somewhere else and beside, she reminded herself that Roseanne lived in this city for her entire so either she personally knew the cullens to know about their past or something did happen here in the city.
Sighting at the circles she was running in, she got up and walked out of the apartment, knocking on Roseanne's door for a few minutes but the door never opened.
Running a hand through her hair, she noticed that the night fell onto the sky which made her check her watch and remember that it's time to go to the museum.
Waving goodbye to her aunt, she grabbed her keys and bag, driving her car on the peaceful road and parking it in front of the museum where Edward's car already was.
She looked at the empty parking lot, completely alone with Edward that even the old stars seemed to have left the sky.
He greeted her with a smile that Anastasia returned, not knowing what to do anymore.
She lead him to the small back door while telling him how she was allowed to come here. The lock clicked as the door opened, the two entering and closing it back after them.
Walking through the corridor of the staff, they made it to the main part of the two stage museum and Anastasia turned on the light from the small electricity box, illuminating the timeless treasures.
"It's beautiful, I don't know why I've never been here before," Edward said as they walked down the stairs to the first floor.
"Really? There's really good pieces, like this," Anastasia lead him to one of her favorite sculptures of a kneeling angel, enjoying having someone with her instead of being here alone.
The two seemed to forget about the original painting they came here for, getting side tracked with every painting thy walked beside.
Anastasia's words came from random pages she read instead of reading the whole book, facts the museum guide told her, blogs from art critics... but she couldn't help but wonder where Edward's words came from, she felt as though there is a secret library that he picked his books from, knowledge no one else in this world has, perhaps the ashes from the library of Alexandria ran in his blood.
The art around them transcended the boundaries of life and death, Anastasia once thought how whenever she looked at old portrait paintings, she was looking at people who died centuries ago.
It's true, right now she was surrounded by corpses, but as Edward's timeless words filled the hushed corridors of the museum, she never felt more alive.
It was a weird feeling, not scary but a particularly forgotten one. She always felt that she isn't really interested in anything, she just existed in the world as an echo of who she once was, but now that she got a small taste of life she felt as though she will never be same.
Roseanne's words haunted her mind, but as she took in Edward's godly presence she couldn't bring herself to care if Edward was a monster or the holiest of saints or if she would end up dead or alive.
Nothing mattered anymore.
She let it all go and starred ahead at the painting, then at Edward.
He looked like one of the timeless sculptures, he blended in well with everything in the museum.
Anastasia felt the need to find out the truth about him, she knew there was something hidden away from her acknowledgment and understanding.
She wasn't sure if she will like the truth later on, but in the meantime, she continued to appreciate the art all around her.
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The Dancing Ghost ★ Edward Cullen
FanfictionMortality has always haunted everything since the dawn of existence, it was the only promised thing in a web of possibilities and for humans, it was their greatest fear as well as their greatest limit. Although for Anastasia, she embraced and antici...
