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entertaining. ”
                  “Pluto , the last time I saw him was two hundred years ago, I’ve changed since then and do not intend of seeing him again.”
                  “Really I thought you were complaining how you couldn’t grow.”
                  “Count Dracula wasn’t as he is now, you blacked his heart.”
                  “Don’t accuse me of anything, besides you were the one severely in love.”
                  “Hypnotised” she corrected him.
                  “No that only works on mortals, beside he over took you too much I became jealous what else would you have me do, am I not the king of the dead?”
                  “You…”
                  “What my dear?”
                  The rocking of the carriage awoke Edward, left staring at the night he could only think of how he came to being there with her. As he thought of her he couldn’t help but observe the quite divinity of her charm . H is eyes were so intensively fixed that he realised that she wasn’t breathing. He grasped her hand to discover that it was as cold as ice; her possible death brought him to panic as he called her to wake up. Feeling powerless he continued to call on her, his mortal voice awakened her, when out of nowhere she sat up and automatically accused him “Why did you wake me up?” he sat up properly onto his bench fixing her as if she was mad.
                  “What’s wrong with you, you were pulseless.” With his hand still on her arm he commented “Venus your skin is colder then ice , we should take you to a physician.”
                  “ That’s unnecessary, anyhow you should get some sleep we have a long day awaiting us tomorrow, and we are seeing Mr. Dubois at Versailles.” Venus glared out the window as mist settled onto the darkened scenery. Edward followed her suggestion and finally fell asleep. Only howls screams could be heard at this time of the night keeping Venus vigilant throughout the ride.  
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    C hapter F ive
                  In the morning Venus apologised for her irrational conduct, Edward said nothing in return; all he could think of was how much time it would take till they arrive at destination thus he asked the coachman . “In less than an hour Monsieur ” replied the man. Edward pulled back his head into the carriage, and looked towards her direction.
                  “Who is Mr. Dubois?” he asked.
                  “He gates some of the most precious inventories of the revolution.” responded Venus.
                  “May I ask you how you know him?”
                  “As you are aware multitudes use to break into the palaces at the time, including his ancestors , instead of going for the gold and jewels as the flock they went for the books and the hidden knowledge of the court, very educated people. I met Mr. Dubois last winter while I was having an exclusive tour of Versailles a snow storm hit making my return to Paris impossible, so he offered me to stay with him and his family. Anyhow I began discussing of the topic and thus he revealed me his little se crets, since I am a very trust worthy person we became good friends soon enough.” Edward nodded as she spoke to show that he was attentively listening to her. “You’ll see from your eyes he has a peculiar attitude making him rather repulsive, but he is most certainly essential.” The morning light glimmered onto her face as she held on her windows curtains.
                  Edward spent the remainder of the trip looking down at his black shoes glaring occasionally towards his protégé. The time seemed to be endless; a minute left enough emptiness to ponder on one’s existence, but eventually they arrived to the golden sanctuary of their curiosity. Descending the carriage they