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The ride was mainly silent, even through our thoughts. Carlisle's day had been uneventful, and life at home was the same as always. When I had finally thought of something to say, we were already home. However, this would not stop my curiosity.

"Carlisle?" I asked.

"Yes, Rachel?"

"Where were you before you came to America?" I had finally remembered to ask the question that was nagging at my brain for a long time. I saw Edward crack a big grin, but no one else seemed to notice.

"Follow me," he said with a smile. "I'll show you." He walked up the stairs, and beckoned to me. I followed him, and he led me into his office. I had been in his office before, but I had never realized there were so many pictures on the wall where there were no books.

"As you know, I was born in London, England, where my father was and Anglican pastor. He led hunts for vampires, werewolves, and witches, trying to rid the world of sin and evil. Many innocent people died. When he became too old to lead the hunts, he passed the job onto me.

"I was less at ease about killing, but I was also smarter than him, and I was able to find a real coven of vampires, who happened to be hiding in the sewers of London. I organized a group hunt, and we attacked the coven. When we startled the vampires, one of them attacked me, and bit me.

"I knew that anything that had come in contact with the vampires would have to be destroyed. I knew that I would be killed if I were found. I hid myself in a potato cellar and transformed in secret. I emerged three days later as a newborn vampire.

"I was appalled by what I had become. At first I tried to kill myself, but as you know, it is not easy to kill a vampire, especially a young one. I tried drowning myself, jumping off cliffs, starvation, and so on.

"While I was starving myself in a cave in a forest, a herd of deer came and I attacked one of them. I fed off of it, and realized I could substitute animal blood for human blood.

"I found new life in this fact, and over two centuries I was able to perfect my ability to resist the scent of human blood. During these two centuries, I studied books at night, and used my knowledge at daytime.

"While I was studying in Italy, I stumbled across a coven of ancient vampires called the Volturi which included these three vampires named Aro, Marcus, and Caius," Carlisle said, as he pointed to a large picture of four men. I recognized one of them as Carlisle.

"So this is you," I started, pointing to his picture.

"And this is Aro," he pointed to the one snow-white hair. "This one is Marcus," he pointed to one of the vampires that had jet-black hair. "And this is Caius," he finished as he pointed to the other vampire with jet-black hair.

"They were much more educated and refined than the vampires living in the sewers of London, but still drank human blood. They tried to convert me to my 'natural food source' but failed.

"I then decided to move to the New World, where I worked night shifts in Chicago," he said coming to a closing.

"Where you met Edward," I stated.

"Yes. I suppose you know the rest of the story," he said as I nodded. "Does that give you an idea?"

"Yes, it does. Thank you," I said with a smile.

"Anytime," he replied.

"Carlisle, Rachel," Esme called. "We're going to dinner with the Johnsons tonight! We are going to a nice restaurant, so please wear something nice."

"I guess that's our cue," Carlisle said.

"Uh- huh," I replied. I couldn't stop staring at the man Carlisle had said was named Caius.

"Rachel?" Carlisle asked.

"Yes?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the picture of Caius.

"Are you coming?"

"Yes," I replied. Why couldn't I take my eyes away from Caius? Why did I suddenly feel lightheaded? Vampires don't feel faint. Vampires couldn't possibly feel faint.

"Rachel, what's wrong?" Esme asked in an alarmed voice. I hadn't even realized she had come up stairs.

"Are you alright, Rachel?" I heard Emmett ask.

"Rachel?" Rosalie asked in a worried tone.

"I'm fine," I replied, not taking my eyes off of Caius. What's wrong with me?

"Rachel, you need to stop staring at Caius." I felt Edward's strong hands wrap around my arms. He lifted me off the ground and put me in his strong arms, but I kept my eyes on Caius.

"Why can't I look away?" I asked. I could hear myself; I was scared. "Carlisle, what's wrong with me?"

"I don't know, Rachel. I don't know," Carlisle replied. Edward was carrying me toward the door. I couldn't look away, until we were outside the office. Emmett closed the door, and I suddenly became aware of what was around me.

I was in Edward's arms, and he was lowering me to the ground. Emmett was blocking my view of the door, as if I could see through the door, and Rosalie was beside him. Esme had a worried look on her face, and Carlisle was leaning over me. I laid down and put my hands over my face.

"What was that all about?" I asked. "It's like I was hypnotized or something." Carlisle removed my hands and examined my face. I must have looked fine because he nodded, backed away from me, and then helped me sit up.

"Maybe I should call the Johnsons," Esme suggested. "Tell them you're not feeling well."

"No, I'm fine now. What ever happened, it must be over. I'm fine," I lied. I hated lying to Esme, but I didn't want them to worry about me.

'It's not nice to lie, Rachel. Especially when you don't feel well,' Edward thought.

'This dinner is obviously important. I will not allow everyone to miss it because I had an…episode or what ever you wish to call it.' Edward gave me a stern look, but didn't press me further.

"Alright," I said trying to break the silence. "We're dressing nice for this dinner, correct?"

"Yes," Esme said slowly. "Are you sure you don't want to stay here?"

"Yes, I'm sure. But I would appreciate some help in choosing a dress," I said truthfully. Rosalie perked up immediately.

"I'll help you!" Rosalie said. I heard Esme giggle in her mind, and Emmett groaned in his own. Rosalie pulled me down the hallway, and into my room. She pushed me onto my bed, and immediately went to the closet.

'Rosalie?' I asked her with out speaking. 'Do you have any ideas as to what just happened?'

'Well, to come up with ideas, I would need to know what happened first.'

'Well, I asked Carlisle about what he did and where he went before he came to America, and he showed me the picture of him, Aro, Marcus, and Caius. Next thing I know, I can't take my eyes off of Caius's picture.'

'Hmmm,' she thought. 'Do you believe in love at first sight?' In the room next to mine, I could hear Edward laughing so hard, that were he human, he probably would have passed out.

"Those things happen!" I shouted at him before I sent my thoughts back to Rosalie.

'I don't know. I guess so since you and Emmett fell in love as soon as you saw each other. Or so you tell me. But this is a picture, I haven't seen him face to face.'

"Maybe a picture is all it takes," she said aloud with a smile.

"Perhaps," I answered her in the same manner in which she spoke to me. I must admit, I thought to myself, this is the deepest, smartest thing I have ever heard her say. All of a sudden I heard Rosalie squeal.

"Rachel, this is the perfect dress for you! Wear this one!" She tossed me a beautiful, strapless, black, floor-length, silk, taffeta gown and stole to go along with it. The dress had a side zipper, so it wouldn't be too hard to put on, and twenty-three taffeta buttons going from bust to waist.

"Thanks, Rosalie," I replied. She helped me put it on, and then we went into her and Emmett's room, where Emmett was already changed into his suit. He strolled out of the room to give us space and went down the stairs.

I helped Rosalie choose a beautiful red dress that complimented her blond hair and slender body. Her dress was a V-neck, knee-length dress, with the hem ending a few inches below her knees.

I noticed that she was unusually cheerful today. Normally she wore a scowl on her face, but today she smiled at everything.

"Rosalie, you seem really happy today," I said, letting my curiosity get the better of me.

"Emmett and I started planning our wedding this morning," she replied as if she had been dying to tell someone.

"That's wonderful, Rosalie! Wait, another wedding?" I asked curiously. "But I thought you were married a year after Emmett was changed."

"Well, yes, we were, but we're going to have another one. I really enjoyed the attention, and I thought it would be nice to have another one!" She replied, keeping her cheerful tone. I sighed.

"Well, at least I'll be able to attend this one, right?" I asked.

"Of course! You'll be one of the bridesmaids or the maid of honor. Esme was our maid of honor last time."

"Why, Rosalie. I'm touched," I smiled. We chatted idly as I helped her put on her dress. We walked back downstairs where everyone was waiting for us.

"Are you ready yet?" Edward asked.

"Yes, let's go," Rosalie replied with a scowl.

'Nice going, Edward, she was being really nice earlier and now you have to ruin it.' I thought bitterly.

'Well, someone has to put her back to normal,' Edward replied coolly. I scowled at him and we walked out the door. I took one last glance in the direction of Carlisle's office and then faced forward, determined not to think about the picture for the rest of the night.

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