The Witch Bearer
A/N: Adult contents and language
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Chapter 2.
Before she could really protest, or put up much of a fight, Bella found herself in the study of the large estate house. Cullen made his way over to the desk, a large mahogany monstrosity, really, but it looked antique and the master of the house soon occupied the leather, wing-backed chair behind it. Edward, however, took up residence by the door, as if to nip any potential escape plans in the bud.
Unfortunately, she had indeed been planning her escape, and that door was the only way in or out of this room. She glared angrily at him, and to his credit, he did look guilty and apologetic, but he glanced away toward Cullen.
"Please, sit down, Miss Bella."
Cullen only barely waved a hand toward a pair of leather chairs in front of his desk. Bella instead sat down on the sofa in the middle of the room.
Cullen lifted a brow at her rebelliousness, but said nothing about it. Instead, he studied her. She opted to look around the room rather than return his look.
"What are you?" Cullen asked without preamble.
"I have no idea what you mean," she replied calmly.
"And I do not have time to play games with you. You either tell me what I want to know, or I'll take it from you."
She looked at him then, her amber eyes glittering angrily, "How dare you, sir! Where am I ? I demand to be taken back to the convent. This is kidnapping!"
He smiled faintly. "You'd be surprised at what I dare to do."
He stood up and started around the desk toward her. Bella shot to her feet in alarm. Edward stayed where he was, but he was on alert, waiting to see what would happen and if he would be needed.
Cullen started toward Bella, "Let's start with something easy. What is your full name?"
Bella shook her head, refusing to answer.
"I see," Cullen said, "You would prefer this done the hard way. So be it."
Bella bolted away from Cullen, moving around to the back of the sofa to put something between them.
"Stay away from me!"
He smiled charmingly at her, and spoke, his tone calm and soothing, "Come here, Bella. I will not hurt you."
His voice started to wrap around her, she could feel the words in her head, whispering soothingly, urging her to obey. She tried to fight it, tried to throw barriers up to block the compulsion in her mind, but it was relentless. She could not fight it.
She struggled to fight for control of her body as she unwillingly went to Cullen, her steps stilted and lacking grace.
"That's it," he soothed, "Come to me."
He held out his hand to her and as she neared him, she lifted a hand and took his. He drew her to him until they were standing so very close to one another and she had to look up at him. Her eyes were wide on him, her breathing quickened, like a mouse to a snake, watching for the strike.
"Your full name?" he asked softly, his free hand reaching up to lightly stroke her cheek.
She flinched slightly, expecting pain, but was mildly surprised to feel him only caressing her, "Isabella Marie Swan."
The name was familiar, but he could not place it just yet. He would have to look into it later. For now, he was being drawn into her eyes, those golden colored eyes, like the sun he hadn't seen in centuries. He could feel the heat from them, warming him, drawing him closer. He stepped in to her, their bodies touching. He leaned his head down to whisper near her ear.
"Tell me how you are able to use your mind as you do."
His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke, causing a shiver to run through her body and a blush to rise up on her face. She tried to fight against answering, gasping softly at the sensations he was creating inside of her, but it only served to distract her.
He was slowly seducing her and she couldn't fight him. It was all too new.
"I'm…I'm a witch."
Cullen seemed to purr against her ear, his arms coming up and wrapping around her waist, pulling her into him. Her hands lifted to his upper arms, the intention was to push at him until he released her, but the intention was lost when his lips brushed against the sensitive underside of her ear.
"What kind of witch?"
"Please…stop. Don't do this. I don't want this," she pleaded, her eyes clenched closed.
"Shh…you will not be harmed. Trust me."
She felt his hot breath against her skin, felt the moistness of his lips. She whimpered when his tongue darted along her skin, leaving a trail along her neck that cooled and caused goose bumps to rise and a shiver to escape.
His mouth settled over the crook of her neck and shoulder, his tongue teasing the pulse point there. Her hands tightened on his upper arms, feeling desire ripple through her despite her fear.
What kind of witch? she heard asked in her head.
"Mirror witch," she heard herself reply.
She felt sharp teeth scraping along her skin, not enough to cause pain, only a delicious friction that caused a moan to escape her, her head to tilt back for him.
What is a mirror witch?
"I'm…I'm a seer, scryer. I use mirrors to…harness my abilities."
Edward watched the two of them, unable to stop from feeling jealous. He too wanted her, but Carlisle was dealing with her. He would have to wait to see what Marcus decided.
Cullen allowed his hunger to rise up. He needed to replenish what he had spent in using his abilities, and she would be it. His arms tightened around her, pinning her body to his. The rough handling shook her free of the seduction, enough to protest, but it was a little too late. He bit down into her flesh, his teeth sinking deep.
Bella cried out from the initial pain of the bite, instinctively trying to escape the pain, briefly struggling, but when he began to drink, the banked desire roared to life in her. Pleasure as she had never felt coiled around her, drew her in and held tightly. She was drawn in and taken away, floating on the sensations.
She could feel him in her mind, but had no energy or will to try and force him out, or to contain him. He sifted through her memories as he slowly drank from her, taking his time. She was lost to the pleasure, too inexperienced to be able to fight back the physical pleasure. She could not fight the distractions it caused her.
When Cullen had taken enough, seen enough, he swiped his tongue over the puncture mark, instantly healing it, as well as cleaning any trace amount of blood left around the wound. He held her to him, Bella was still under the affects of the feeding and was still relaxed and floating on the blissful feelings feedings caused. He lifted her up into his arms and carried her to the door. Edward quickly opened the door for him and then followed him out as Cullen carried Bella out into the hall and then up a flight of stairs.
Bella felt so relaxed, she wasn't sure if she was awake. Her body still tingled with pleasure and she felt too warm. She was floating and prying her eyes open to mere slits took a concentrated effort, one that did not last long, but it was long enough to see she was being carried. Her eyes closed again.
"Am I dead?" she asked in a mere whisper.
Cullen smiled faintly, "No, but you need to sleep."
He carried her to a furnished bedroom and to a large bed, setting her down gently. He undressed her, removing the nun's uniform and handing them to Edward, but leaving her in her bra and panties. He then covered her up and caressed the spot where he had fed. While there was no puncture wound, it was reddened, and looked like a hickey. He smiled a bit as she whimpered softly.
He then turned to Edward and motioned for the door. Edward followed him out, closing the door behind him.
"Burn those. She'll have no need of them."
"Carlisle?"
Cullen looked at Edward, "She's staying here."
Edward studied Cullen. This was odd behavior coming from Cullen and he was concerned.
"She's rather powerful," he said, walking down the stairs, "I think I want to study her further, see what she will do. She had no intention of taking her vows. She was using the convent and intended to leave soon. I want to see what her abilities will do."
Cullen could feel her blood in him, warming him. He felt restless and full of energy. Her blood was potent and powerful.
"Should I get her other clothes to wear?"
Cullen shook his head. "Not yet. She is to remain unbroken. She is a virgin and I wish her to remain as such."
"Yes, sir."
Cullen looked at Edward, "But other means are available as long as she is unharmed."
"Yes, sir."
Cullen waved him off and headed back to his study to catch up on some business. Edward went and had the clothing destroyed.
Bella slept.
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