Author's Note: The first part of this chapter is a dream-slash- memory.

Bella's POV:

(Prom Night)

A few months after the Jessica Incident~ June 6:

The night had been wonderful. Albeit ruined by the outdated music, and rather dry, overdone, tasteless food.

Though, that wasn't why the night had been wonderful.

See, everything has been alright, until I had gone to the bathroom to relieve my full bladder.

As I was exiting the overly packed bathroom, I saw Marilyn Boyd and Stacy Browning, and her twin sister, Shiloh Browning hovering around Anthony, who happened to be playing a foreign friend of mine. Who didn't speak or understand any English, whenever another girl approached him.

The sight was all it took for me to wish I had slipped my gun in my leg holster instead of my two knives. I knew I shouldn't've listened to Elizabeth when she told me to leave the gun at home.

As I approached the table, I slowly plastered a smile on my face, and fought the need to throw my knife at the thirsty girls hovering Anthony like a fucking flock of vultures.

"Bella...we were just telling Anthony that there's a party after the prom is over. You two should totally come. It's on the third floor." She says, leaning over Anthony, her exaggerated pushed up bust, pushing into his shoulder causing him to wince away in disgust.

I nod once pushing past her, and her plastic friend. "Vuoi andare o vuoi andartene?" I ask, looking at him as I sit in my seat next to his, smirking. (Do you want to go or do you wish to leave?)

"Cazzo no!" He said, amused. "Andiamocene." (Fuck no!/ Let's Leave.)

"English!" Marilyn squealed, only to jump back as I turned to her and raised my eyebrow in an 'excuse me' gesture. "I mean...well, I just meant, could you please tell us what you meant?" She stuttered, flushing redder than her tight, over sparkly dress.

"My friend said, no. Besides, unlike all of you. We have to be back by a certain time, but you go ahead and go enjoy yourselves." I replied smiling as she nodded quickly and pulled her friends away.

"Why the hell did you leave me with those three vultures?!" He asked me quietly, as I watched them leave.

"I had to pee. Leave me alone." I sniped, lifting my sight up only to wish I hadn't.

I could see Michael Newton and his buddy George Ellis heading over to us.

"Hey, Bella." Mike greets sitting down at our table.

"Mike." I greet, sighing as my hand automatically wraps around the steak knife.

I feel Anthony's hand wrapped around my hand, as mine twitched around the knife.

"Why'd you decide to bring the foreigner as a date when you could have had one of us as your date ?" He asked, arrogantly.

"Because, Mike, I wanted to have a decent conversation tonight, rather than talk about the last football game or hear who got further with Lacy Gergin, or Suzy Edens." I quipped.

"Does he even understand what we're saying?" George asks, amused.

"Yes. Of course, he does. He can hear you too. So, if you want to speak to him, do so directly." I say looking over at Anthony.

"Cool. So, why are you here? Don't you have people your age to hang out with?" George asks Anthony, eyeing him amused.

"I do, but Bella wanted me to come with her. Seeing as her older brother was busy and so were my three older brothers. I decided it would be a good idea to accompany her." Anthony replied, laying a heavy Italian accent as he did so.

Suddenly Mike leaned close to Anthony's ear, whispering something to him, trying to appear menacing, which caused Anthony to chuckle, and answer back something just as menacing to him in return.

It was in that moment that I saw Mike stiffen, and leave suddenly looking rather pale while George quickly followed after him.

Then he turned to me, smiling angelically. "What?"

"You know what. Stop threatening every boy that sets their nasty eyes on me. It's not very flattering. I've already lost many friends because of that." I ranted, annoyed.

"So, you want him to think he can just say to get in line, thinking he has a chance with you? You do realize that he just plainly told me he wants to get into your pants right?" He asserts

Eww.. The thought made my skin prickle in disgust.

"Argh. Let's just go… the way I see it, the night is already over." I muttered in disgust as I picked up my clutch, and drank the last of my fruity drink.

We both laughed as we headed to the coat room to get our things.

Anthony grabs our coats, and helps me put mine on before we walk out of the ballroom within a small plaza.

We had just left the hotel, and were headed to the hotel Senior insisted we stay at so we wouldn't have to drive all the way back to West Haven in the middle of the night.

As we pulled in, we grabbed our bags and headed into the lobby to check in.

Only to find out the stupid receptionist had given away our rooms, and the only other room left was a suite.

I swear, that night was the first time I had ever seen Anthony restrain himself from shooting someone, a woman, no less.

"What do we do now?" I asked as we walked into the large room.

I shrugged off my coat, laying it on the back of the overstuffed gray leather couch, before I plopped down, and brought my ankle up, setting it on my knee to unbuckle the strap on my heels.

"Did you have a good time tonight, il mio amore?" He asks as he sets our bags down near the door.

"Anthony, quit calling me your love." I mutter, sighing as I flex and unflex my toes, before reaching down to unbuckle the other shoe strap.

"...but you are…" he pouts, as he unbuttons his tuxedo jacket, and drops it on the chair.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head, before mumbling, 'How can I ever be worthy of that, if you look like that and I look like this?'

Truth was, I had been having weird feelings. I was confused. I've never felt like this before, I wasn't even sure what I felt.

It was always so confusing when I was with him. I couldn't get him out of my mind. Every time he came into the room, my stomach got all swirly-whirly, and my hands suddenly became sweaty.

"Isa, what's wrong?" He asks as he pulls at the bow tie around his neck.

"Nothing." I muttered looking down at the dress Elizabeth, Sully, and Esme, Carlisle's girlfriend, had helped me pick out.

The theme for prom was formal. It was supposed to be originally a Las Vegas Casino type of thing, glitter dresses, headpieces and all of that stuff but at the end of the day, the school decided to make it formal wear.

The chaperones had even sent home more than a handful of girls because their dresses were too short.

We had all decided my dress would be blue. What I didn't count on was there being so many hues of blue, and so many types of dresses it was ridiculous.

In the end, we decided on a deep royal blue, lace dress. It had a scoop neckline, with lace sleeves, and a peekaboo backline. The dress was floor length and had bead sequin, accentuating my curves.

The shoes were open toed, silver heels that had a rhinestone encrusted around the ankles.

"Do your feet hurt?"

"A little. It's not too bad. I'll just take a shower and it'll be alright." I said, blinking as I was brought out of my thoughts.

I quickly padded barefoot to my duffle bag, and bent down, searching for something so I could get out of the dress.

"You looked beautiful tonight." He said, as he slipped off his watch and set it down next to his cellphone and wallet on the coffee table.

I smiled up at him in response, "Thank you… for coming as my date. I hope you didn't mind the vultures from tonight too much…" I told him shyly.

"The girls weren't too bad… The guys however…" He mumbled trailing with a headshake.

"What… You afraid of a little competition?" I teased.

"If I felt that they were any type of competition… we would have left a lot earlier…" He told me, vehemently.

I smirked, "Right…" I scoffed.

"I'm serious." He told me, staring at me intensely.

I swallowed thickly, taking an involuntary step back, as I felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere within the room.

"You think I would let a bunch of snot nose boys come sniffing around my territory? Not a chance in hell." He said as he slowly made his way to where I stood.

"Your territory? I'm not a fucking house or piece of property." I replied, scowling.

"Maybe… maybe not…but I wouldn't risk them coming too close." He replied.

I scoffed as I tried to back up again, only from my back to hit the wall.

"Isa…" he whispered.

I looked up at him through my lashes, "Yes, Anthony…" I whispered back.

"Fuck it…" He mumbled.

Then suddenly his lips were on mine.

Both of us locked in a heated kiss.

Everything melted around us. Hell, it could have been on fire and we wouldn't have noticed.

Things however seemed to dissipate as I realized how dwarfed in height I was compared to him.

He seemed to realize at the same time because one moment I was on my toes, touching the ground, and the next I was in his arms.

My dress however prevented me from wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Well, this is a change." I muttered amused, looking down at him as he kept me in the air, his hands clasping my butt.

"What?" He asked, before his lips moved to my neck.

The sudden new sensation of his lips on my neck, causes heat to spread from the top of my head, to the soles of my feet.

"Mmm… What was I saying?" I groaned confused as I felt him begin to walk.

He set me down on the bed, smiling at my dazed state before he walked back to the couch and proceeded to start taking off his shoes, and dress shirt.

I shook my head, walked over to my bag again, before I pulled out my matching silk shorts and cami set, and a pair of undies before heading into the bathroom to shower.

A cool hand suddenly landed on my shoulder, causing me to jolt into consciousness.

I quickly grabbed my gun, and aimed in a direction before I squeezed the trigger twice into the air, and rolled off the bed already alert.

"Oh shit!"

When I opened my eyes. There was glass everywhere, and Edward was crouched on the ground.

I heard as the door was thrown, and slammed onto the back wall.

"What the fuck happened in here?" Aro asked.

All the men had their guns drawn and ready to use, if need be.

"What the hell happened here?" Jasper asked, walking into the room.

"He came in here, while I was sleeping, and startled me." I explained, as I looked down at myself, expecting to see my silk shorts and camisole.

Negative. I was wearing one of my brother's old t-shirts, and the hem of the shirt was dangerously high.

"Isa, go change out of that please." My Nonno gently commanded, shaking his head amused.

I nod, simply nod once in response and walk out of the room and book it toward my room, that's down the hall.

I quickly lock my door, and run into the closet, pulling out a dress before rushing into the bathroom.

Why had I been dreaming about prom night? As if things weren't complicated enough, my hormones were now trying to kill me.

Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Those memories would forever be branded into my mind. How could I forget that night? It was the night I realized I had already fallen for him.

His kisses were now tattooed across my skin. The sensation of his hands as they traced my skin. How he held onto me as we slept. Pressed into me.

I couldn't seem to forget him, even if he had kept all of this from me. Neither my body or my mind wouldn't allow me to forget about him.

It was only fair that my body, my mind, my heart, my soul were all calling out to him. After all, we had done so much, and been through so much. Yet, I had to make him realize that keeping things from me wasn't going to be alright to do, ever.

So, I think groveling on their part and him paying the price of betrayal were in store.

Some more than others.

After a quick shower, I pulled on a deep blue, cold-shoulder, long sleeved, cotton maxi dress.

Slipping on my leg holster, and securing my gun and knife before doing anything else.

I took extra time blow drying and curling the ends of my hair, and applying a thin layer of makeup onto my face.

I then secured the sapphire teardrop necklace around my neck before I slipped on my black wedge sandals, buckling them around my ankle before heading down for breakfast.

Just as I walked into the dining room, my Nonna smiled at me, nodding as I walked over, kissing her on the cheek, before I sat next to her.

"Good morning, tesoro. I trust all is good with you this morning?" She asked.

"Good morning, Nonna. Indeed it is…" I replied, as I poured myself some orange juice.

When I looked up, all eyes were on me. Even Uncle Marcos, and he seemed amused.

"Hello, everyone. Lovely morning, isn't it?" I greet, asking no one in particular.

"I'll say." Jasper muttered, back amused, as I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Jasper Sage!" Elizabeth chastised.

From a quick glance up, and see most men are fighting their laughter, as Edward rolls his eyes.

"So...what are today's plans?" I ask, as I begin eating.

I noticed the room had suddenly gone silent, eerily still.

"Today, tesoro, we start to plan your wedding." I hear my Nonno say.

Oh…