Edward's POV:
There are certain moments in life that can leave a permanent mark on a person, changing them forever.
One moment is all it takes to turn your life upside down. Marking you forever, and once it happens there is no turning back.
For me, there is one particular moment that changed me forever.
It was that peculiar moment that changed me, turning me into the happy go lucky young man I was into this ruthless, cold monster living in hell on Earth. Only sated, and content when I feel that my revenge is complete.
That moment was when I met her.
It was when I met Isabetta Marina Swantorini better known as Isabella Marie Swan.
See, though we had met before. She didn't remember. Due to an accident, she lost all her precious memories. Memories that only I had.
Her family and mine met when I was a child. I was only three when her family moved in next door to us. I remember this because I was out playing with Jasper and Carlisle when a boy not much older than me ran past us and into our house. Coming back out with my father and older brother Aaron, back then, hot on his heels.
It is hours later that we all meet Charles Swan and his new addition to his family. Isabetta or Isabella Swan.
Everything changed for me at that moment.
I knew it as soon as I laid eyes on her.
She was so tiny, and even as a baby was beautiful. I knew I would do anything in my power to protect her.
Sadly, things don't always happen the way one plans them.
It is only four years later that Charles decides to move his family to Chicago, then sometime later to a small podunk town in Washington.
It is there that Isabetta changes her name to Bella, and we begin to drift apart.
I didn't hear from her again until that fateful day.
It isn't she who makes contact with us, but her brother, Emmett.
He called us informing us of the situation, telling us that something wasn't right with their deaths and that they needed our help.
It appears that they were heading home from school one day, when they decided to stop at the gas station for a snack. Or something of the sort.
In an ironic twist of fate, that is exactly what saved them for the terrible fate that happened to their parents. But that isn't luck, not as we thought before.
When they arrived home, Bella was the first one to walk into the house. If her screams were anything to go by, she is the one who makes the discovery.
Charles and Renata Swantorini had been murdered, execution style. Their heads had been blown off, leaving them unrecognizable.
When he realized what had happened Emmett called the one other person he knew would help him. My father, Eduardo Luca Cullizio. Better known here as Edward Lucas Cullen.
After the phone call, my father didn't think twice before gathering us up and flying to Washington. Within hours we arrived at a small private airport within the small town called Port Angeles.
A car is waiting for us when we land. It takes us another thirty minutes to arrive in another town, this one is called Forks. Why would someone name a town after silverware?
Even Carlisle couldn't keep the amusement off his face after that.
Anyway, Charles and my father seemed to know what they were doing though, since Charles had a will made a few months after he and dad met.
However, that very will would be a pain in all our asses when we realize it was missing.
Upon their death, my father was to take Emmett and Bella and bring them back to New York. Which happened almost immediately.
Once in New York, my father had an investigation done, as it turns out, someone had set up Charles. Meaning it was a hit.
We later discovered that Charles was taken out by the Ukranians.
Upon learning this bit of information it was then Emmett and I decided it was time to join the ranks.
No one in the family disagreed with us. That is until Bella heard.
She threw a fit of epic proportion, and locked herself in her room, refusing to speak to anyone besides my mother or Nonna.
On a different note, Bella and I had become fast friends soon after she arrived. She had slowly become my confidant and I became hers. No one knew more about me than my dear, Isabetta.
She had had an accident three weeks prior to this, at a school event. Losing a large portion of her long term memories.
After the incident, not much happened, we simply, yet slowly explained things to her, and though she was scared, she believed and trusted us.
It was sometime after this incident and another that Emmett decided to change his name to avoid certain situations with the law. Me opting to change it as well, though to Bella we would always be Emmett and Anthony.
By this time she was telling people to call her Bella. She didn't protest when I called her Isa or Isabetta. Though she did when someone else did it.
The day finally came, when Father finally let us go on certain jobs or assignments. We were both thrilled, even though it was a miniscule one at the docks, going through the shipments and certain inventory.
We were both getting ready to head out when I realized I had left my book in the sun room and ran into an anxious Isabetta.
She was sitting in the bay window staring out the window.
"Isa? What's wrong?" I asked her.
"You and Emmett can't go. I have a really bad feeling about this. Please listen to me, Anthony. Please." She begged me through tears.
It was twelve, we were supposed to be heading out at exactly one towards the docks.
My time was very limited. So I tried to soothe her by promising I'd be careful, but it didn't work. This made her more restless.
So, I pulled her into a reassuring hug. "Come on, Isa. I promise we'll be safe." I whispered to her.
"Fine, go. Just leave me alone." She muttered back in an annoyed tone, her lower lip jutting out in a pout before turning to look out the window again.
I sighed, turning to go down the hall to my room to grab the small bowl.
"I thought you left." She sniped, in a soft voice.
"Not yet." I replied as I walked over to the small table to clear the small table that was set by the bookshelf my dad placed in there for her.
"Why?" She asked me, as she slowly walked over to me.
"Because of this..." I explained gesturing towards the surface.
She frowned as she looked down at the small cleared table in confusion. "My table?" She asked me, as she tilted her head to the side.
I bit my lip to keep from chuckling and shook my head at her."No, look, I know you're worried about me getting hurt. But this is something I need to do. I can't stop it from happening. So, I'll make you an oath." I say, as I pull out my swiss army knife and pick up the small bowl I usually use to keep my change and car keys in.
"Anthony, what are you going to do?" She asked as she took a step back.
"It's called an oath. We are both going to cut ourselves, and hold hands while we make the oath." I mutter a quick explanation to her.
Giuramento di Amore. Is an oath made to a person you love. In my family it is an oath two people make before marriage.
When this oath is made it is basically declaring to love said person. Whether it's as a brother, friends, confidants or whatever is needed. No questions asked.
That day I pledged my love to her. Even if she didn't realize it.
"Cut my— No, I can't do that." She whispers, paling slightly as she eyes the small knife.
"Why not?" I ask, as I frowned.
"Because, Anthony, don't you see? Promises are broken all the time. Who is to say you'll keep this promise?" I asked.
She had me there, still, I would make sure to come back to her, even if it was the last thing I did.
"Besides this looks more like some voodoo shit than an oath." She remarks.
Her remake causes me to let out a chuckle as we both heard my dad call for me.
"Isa, it's just a small cut, I promise nothing bad will happen. Will you do it?" I pleaded.
She sighs, biting her lip for a moment before she finally nods in response.
I slowly exhale, before extending my hand towards the knife.
I watch her slowly take the knife and drag it across her left palm, watching as the dark crimson liquid seeped out and dripped into the bowl.
I nod my head, slowly extending my left hand, and drag the sharp blade across my palm. Feeling as the warm liquid seeped out of me from the small wound.
"Say whatever comes to your mind. I'll go first." I instruct as we clasp our left hands securely over the bowl.
"Isabetta Marie. I promise to appreciate you and everything you do for me." I whispered to her.
She smiles in response before thinking quietly.
"Anthony Masen, I promise to listen without interrupting when you need me to." She whispered back.
"Isabetta Marie, I promise to never take you for granted, or to at least do it less often." I vow, feeling something stir in my stomach as I spoke.
"Anthony Masen, I promise to be your secret keeper forever." She smiles back, causing my mind to go blank for a few seconds.
"Isabetta Marie, I promise to make you smile and laugh after you've had a long week."
I get the reaction I am hoping for as I watch her smile shyly and shake her head.
"Anthony Masen, I promise to let you be the kid I know you're at heart...most of the time." She says with a small laugh.
I get lost in the way her eyes are sparkling with happiness, and excitement. The smile only makes her semblance shine brighter
"Isabetta Marie, I promise to make up after every fight we had— big or small." I whisper, hoping we don't fight too often.
"Anthony Masen, I promise to be understanding towards you, even if you get me mad." She sighs.
"Isabetta Marie, I promise to always protect you from everything and anyone.." I say, adding 'even from myself' mentally.
"Anthony Masen, I promise to never turn my back on you, even when the world is against you." She whispers, seriously.
"Isabetta Marie/Anthony Masen I promise to keep surprising you." We finally say together.
I feel my chest begin to tighten slightly as I realize the possibilities of this oath.
We stared at each other silently, before cleaning and wrapping our hands with gauze, and wrapping a small bandage around our hands.
I disinfect everything before walking back to where I left her. "I have to go." I say, sadly.
She nods, pulling me into a hug before making her way back towards the bay window.
I didn't realize anyone would notice the bandage wrapped around my left hand, but they did.
Even my father.
"Brother, what have you done?" Aro asked, disbelievingly, as soon as I walked into the foyer.
My father looked over at me, his eyes glued to my bandaged hands. "Eduardo Antonio Cullizio, che cosa hai fatto?" He asked, shocked. (Edward Anthony Cullen, what have you done?)
Shit, he knew.
"Nothing." I mutter, attempting to hide my left hand in my slack's pocket.
Before either of them could get the truth out of me, my mother and Nonno walked into the foyer.
"Cosa sta succedendo qui?" Nonno asks, eyeing my left hand. (What is going on here?)
"Niente Nonno, non ti preoccupare." Aro says, with his eyes still wide. (Nothing Nonno, don't worry.)
"Certo non sembra niente." Nonno replies, not believing him. (Sure doesn't seem like nothing)
"Dai, papa." My mom said, disappearing out through the front door. (Come on, dad.)
Not another word is exchanged as we walk out the door, but I caught a glimpse of Nonno's facial expression.
No words were exchanged, yet I knew that old man was going to give me a tongue lashing as soon as I saw him again.