Hi! Again, one new chapter from me - this time in Edwards point of view. These first chapters will only give you information about the characters but not much about the case with Volturi itself. So, stay here with me ;)

Chapter 2

EPOV

You might not even know, but when you have longed for change for a while, and it comes unexpectedly, chaos and uncertainty can set in. That's exactly how I feel at the moment. The bags were packed, the rent was paid until the end of the year, and the plane tickets were waiting for us in the hallway by the door, but despite all this preparation, something was missing. I exhaled slowly, looking out the window in my now empty room. Maybe I should have already grown used to the way things were, but it continued to burden me. Even though my closest people denied that my job was essential, I needed to tell them that I would no longer be in the same city as them - perhaps the only thing that continued to connect us. And this circumstance is not my fault.

I took another deep breath, trying to calm the tightening in my heart. I lost my mother at birth - I've only seen her in the rare moments when my grandmother, Marie, showed me her pictures. From there, I know that I inherited the strange color of my hair and my green eyes from her. I can't say much about my childhood, except that my grandmother raised me more than my father. He was never too attached or affectionate, but he never blamed me for the situation we all found ourselves in. He gave me the opportunity for education, was there when he was needed, but I never felt the normal and strong father-son connection. After high school, the time to choose my path in life came - that was also when I found myself alone among close ones. I still vividly remember the day we gathered in the living room, and I told them I wanted to study law and then continue my training as an FBI agent. Our normal conversation up to that point turned into my father's vehement reaction, constantly repeating that I was wasting my life and time, without thinking. My grandmother remained silent, only showing with her eyes what I needed to know - she also didn't support me. And that's how I found myself alone at 18 years old.

Over the years, I tried to contact them - by phone, with letters, even by going to the place from which they had expelled me. However, the result was always the same - nothing. That's why I decided for the last time to swallow the heavy feeling in my heart and to share with them what was coming for me in the near future. Knowing that I wouldn't get a response again, I chose the least painful way for me - I wrote them a letter, likely saying my „goodbye" with them forever.

The following years were spent in my efforts to work and study, trying to succeed in everything. Gradually, I stood on my own feet, and then came the time to join the team preparing to join the FBI. There I met my friend, the brother from another mother - Emmet.

Emmet and I quickly became close and found our bachelor pad, which we are now leaving, probably for a long time. Over the years, things changed. My gaze shifted slightly towards the picture left on my nightstand, about which I had no idea what to do. If I leave it here, will it put an end to the sad feeling pressing on my heart? Or by taking it with me, will I never be able to detach from the feeling of misunderstanding I experienced with the person I was supposed to spend my life with?

The picture, already fading with time, was the first picture of me and Tanya. We met five years ago when I was 22 in the university. Gradually, our relationship grew into something more, and although I never experienced the love at first sight, I knew that I loved her and was attached to her. She also claimed to feel the same, even though her actions indicated otherwise - something I understand now, but not then. She always wanted and demanded more - more attention, more expensive gestures, as if I were just an accessory to her at all the parties and galas she took me with. Tanya comes from a wealthy family, and her standard of living didn't match mine. Initially, she adapted to the situation, but over the years, it became clear through her words that I wasn't doing things the way I should:

„Work more, can't you see your money barely covers everything?"

„It's summer, can't we go on vacation to some sunny place for a few weeks?"

„Don't you think it's time to put a ring on my finger, my friends are already engaged?"

And that's how I found myself with the box in my jeans pocket, unsure of my choice but believing that the situation would improve.

Tanya and I decided to spend the evening at the apartment. Dinner was prepared, and the atmosphere was calm and romantic. I had decided that this would mark the ideal beginning of our new life together. The day had gone well – I was assigned a new case, which would finally take me out of the office and into the field, something I had long aspired to achieve.

Sitting on the couch, I decided to share my good news, but abruptly stopped: "Edward, don't you think it's time to leave this job and continue your education, take your bar exam probably? Can't you see that things aren't working out? Why don't you understand?" - She exclaimed, visibly annoyed.

"Tanya, we've talked about this too many times. This is my dream job. Why can't you accept it? My first real case was assigned today, this is the career development I've been seeking!"

"That's it! If you want me, you'll give up your silly dreams. If not, I'm done." she said with a sharp look that conveyed determination. I realized that she had been contemplating this for a while, and the gap between us was too significant to bridge.

As I was packing my belongings and preparing to leave the city, I couldn't help but reflect on the path that had brought me here. The decision to pursue a career in law enforcement, and later as an FBI agent, had been a challenging one. It had strained my relationship with Tanya, and I had to make sacrifices along the way. The uncertainty of the future weighed on me, but I was determined to see it through.

Leaving the photograph on my nightstand felt like leaving a piece of my heart behind. The image of me and Tanya captured a great time when we were, or maybe only I was, in love, even though it was marred by our differences in social status and expectations. I couldn't help but wonder if taking the photograph with me would be a reminder of what I had or a symbol of the emotions we once shared?

As I made my final preparations, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. The unknown future, the estrangement from my family, and the impending farewell to Tanya weighed heavily on my mind. But, in my heart, I held on to the hope that this new chapter, as an FBI agent in Seattle, would bring a sense of purpose and fulfillment that I had been seeking for so long.

I turned away from the photograph and finished packing, ready to embark on this new journey, leaving behind the past and embracing the uncertain but promising future that awaited me.

"Edward."

"Edward."

"EDWARD." I turned sharply toward Emmett, who had leaned against the door. "Enough sulking. Let's go eat. Rose set the table." Yes, Emmett had managed to find his significant other successfully, and they were the dream couple, seemingly without much effort. He would be traveling with me to our new assignment, while Rosalie would wait to find out if we'd be placed undercover or if we'd be working on the case from the office for now.

Our flight to Seattle was in four hours, and I couldn't wait to embark on the next chapter of my life. Dinner passed quickly with shared memories of our time here. With a final glance around the apartment, we headed to the airport and to our new case – the Volturi clan. What our director presented us at our current office indicated that Aro, Caius, and Marcus were the three brothers, heirs of Eleazar Volturi – the capo of an Italian mafia clan that had settled in America decades ago, developing their 'business' here. Previous attempts to expose them had been unsuccessful, which was why we were being sent to Seattle for reinforcement.

Our arrival at the expected destination went smoothly, and our first task was to get acquainted with the office director and our new colleagues. "Edward, do you think this meeting will take long? I'm feeling drained from the flight." Emmett asked as he impatiently waited for his coffee to cool. The local headquarters provided us with an apartment where we would stay while working on the case, which meant one less headache for us.

"I don't know, but I hope we can work well with the team," I worried about that in the last few hours. The free time on the plane didn't give me much except time to think. People frequently tended to judge me based on my outward appearance rather than recognizing my inner qualities. I was well aware of my good looks, but this didn't diminish my dedication to my work - in fact, it fueled my commitment. It was more than a career to me - it was my true calling.

In the elevator, we met the other two agents from New York sent here for the mission. As the doors approached, we managed to hear a bit of what was being discussed in the meeting. ''... one of the last drug mules, without knowing he was carrying the cargo. After a successful delivery, he was killed on the spot, and shortly after, his family too, to avoid leaving evidence.'' That was the only information we could gather before Emmett impolitely opened the door and entered confidently into the meeting.

With a quick glance between them, I noticed that the office had around ten agents - seven men and three women, excluding the director of the FBI office here, Liam. He approached us to introduce our team, pointing at each of us with his hand, giving me some extra time to assess the others. Everyone seemed to try to make a friendly impression, but one of them, a young and beautiful brunette, appeared to be stressed about our introduction more than anything else. I noticed that while the others looked us in the eyes, she tried to avoid our gaze, hiding behind her curly hair, which even caused a slight blush on her cheeks. This made me smile, and I couldn't help but think 'What do you think, sweetheart?' – Whoa, Edward, just stop here.

And it was at that moment, as my internal monologue started, that something unexpected happened. Big, captivating brown eyes looked directly into mine, as if they were reaching deep into my soul. It was a profound gaze that surely concealed many mysteries and maybe even a fragile soul.

'Agent Masen, hello, are you there? Or maybe some new poet has taken over you right now?' I don't know what was happening, but my heart was pounding in my chest, and my smile was probably enormous. My effort to pay attention to the meeting was obliterated, I was completely captivated by her. Yes, captivated, something I rarely felt with Tanya, and certainly not with this intensity.

After a while, we were released from the office, and as we were leaving, I saw her walking out hand in hand with one of the other agents, probably a Native American – tall, muscular, with brown hair. And a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time resurfaced deep within me – jealousy. Yes, jealousy, something I had rarely felt with Tanya, and never with such intensity.

„..ward, Edward" – I heard my name being mentioned again from somewhere, and it was enough to pull me out of my self-reflection. „Where are you lost again? Let's go back to the apartment, I got the keys from Liam." Emmett urged, taking the lead through the office.

The apartment wasn't bad – two bedrooms, a living room with a small kitchen, a terrace, and two bathrooms - even nicer than the one we had lived in back in Chicago. The day passed quickly with the necessary tasks during the move. Emmett quickly declared that he was heading to bed, leaving me with more time for contemplation.

A new city, new opportunities, new challenges, but also... a new person who had drawn me in and awakened me from my deep sleep with just one look. How was this even possible? What was happening to me? How could I possibly work with her from now on without wanting to get to know her more than necessary? And that was the last thought before I closed my eyes, leaving my dreams to engulf me and a pair of beautiful and deep brown eyes to blur everything around me.

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