The Witch Bearer

A/N: Adult content and language

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Chapter 3.

Carlisle Cullen sat pondering his new "guest". He could still feel the affects of her blood, so much more potent than a normal mortal.

So, she was a witch, a mirror witch. He was unfamiliar with such a term, but then he did not make it his business to dabble with the Magi. Rarely did their kinds mingle.

Still, he had no idea what she was capable of. He knew she had strong mental abilities, but what else could she do? What else would she do? Was this something he would need to monitor now?

It was bad enough he had Garou (werewolves) in his city, but now Magi?

So, what of the one he held in his home? Was she sent to spy on him for her people? Did she know what he was?

He hadn't delved that deep into her mind yet to discover the answers. He'd have to rectify that when he could. Perhaps on the next rising, he could. In the meantime, he ensured she would have limited access to places in the house and was under guard. He really didn't need to be awakened with his house in ashes around him.

Precisely at sunrise, the heavy metal vault door locked for the day. Unless one had the security code, one could not open the door and would have to wait until sunset for the door to unlock. Only a chosen few, very chosen few, had the code. He lies back on the bed and closed his eyes, allowing the day to take him to his rest.

Edward watched the sleeping Bella. He had returned to her room and slipped inside without her waking. One of the perks of being what he was, although he wasn't entirely sure how much of it would be an asset when he dealt with her, a witch.

He was being torn in two directions. His first and foremost duty was to protect Carlisle, even if it meant laying his life down for the Prince. The second was his interest in the woman. He had not, in all of his years, been so torn in his duty. He didn't like it, and he refused to allow anyone see it.

She was a weakness, a distraction, and he could not help but feel some anger for it. She also was drawing Carlisle's attention, and it made him jealous. Such was the life of being blood bonded to a vampire.

He moved over to the bed and eased down to sit beside her. The darkness of the room did not bother him, he could see well enough from the outside lights. A perk of being what he was. He took his time to study the woman. Her breathing was steady and even, her skin fair and smooth. Her auburn hair was silky and shiny. Her eyelashes long and left black half moons on her face from her closed eyes.

Lust shot through him, heating his blood, causing him to harden. He wanted her. He wanted to own her, possess her, make her his. He wanted to be her first, brand her with his body, with his passion.

Perhaps Cullen knew it. Perhaps that was why Cullen decreed her virginity off limits. Of course, Edward also knew that virgins' blood was pure and potent to a vampire and virgins were highly prized. Add in any extraordinary abilities, genetics, or events to boost the potency, and you had one addictive drink.

Virgin, witch, and desire would make for one heady mixture.

He reached out and gently stroked her cheek with a finger. Her brow furrowed slightly in unease, then smoothed out once more as she relaxed. He slid off his shoes, and then removed his clothing before sliding into bed with her. Carefully, he took her into his arms, bringing her against his body.

She whimpered faintly, her body moving restlessly. The effects of the feeding would keep her docile and weak until tomorrow. He moaned softly as her body rubbed against his arousal.

Bella fought through the layers of sleep and relaxation, trying to surface to consciousness. She knew she was not alone and it frightened her, especially when she had to struggle to wake. Was she drugged?

She pried open her eyes and glanced at whomever it was in bed with her. Edward Cullen. She whimpered softly. He glanced at her face, looked into her eyes and smiled softly at her.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered to her as a hand caressed her body, moving down her side to her stomach.

"Stop it," she protested weakly, "Leave me alone."

"Let me touch you," he said, leaning down to kiss her.

Bella tried to turn her head away, to avoid the kiss, but he captured her easily enough. She refused to part her lips for him, tried to fight the pleasure. He refused to relent, continued to kiss her lips, lapping at them with his tongue.

His hand slid over her panty-covered mound, his fingers pressing against her nether lips. Bella's body jumped and she whimpered, and she reached up to try and push Edward back, but the languid pleasure was stealing her mind, her strength.

She gasped when she felt his hand slide beneath her panties, slipping into her moist sex. Edward took advantage of the gasp, sliding his tongue into her mouth. Her pushing turned to grasping, holding tightly as his fingers stroked her, gathering her wetness, and then brushed against her clit.

Edward rubbed his arousal against her hip as he overwhelmed her with desire and seduced her with pleasure. Her body was moving restlessly against the bed, against him, as he stoked the fires within her to greater heights. Every few moments, he would tickle her opening with his fingers, gathering more of her fluids, then rub against her anal opening. The first couple of times, she would stiffen a bit, but he didn't press her, only rewarded her with more stroking of her clit.

Bella was panting and trembling. Each time he stroked against her clit, she would climb higher, straining for release, coiling tighter and tighter, but then his fingers would move away and she'd whimper with frustration, moving restlessly. One of his legs slid between hers and opened her up to him, spreading her legs wider. She could feel his arousal, hot and hard, rubbing against her. A frisson of panic shot through her.

What was she doing? What was he doing to her? She moaned.

He broke the kiss to speak to her, "Shh…don't fight it, Isabella."

His lips captured hers once more before she could reply, to verbally protest.

She moaned, protesting the pleasure, the loss of control as her passion took over. She tried to pull away, but his fingers captured her clit, rubbing the bundle of sensitive nerves and causing her to jump.

She sobbed softly, unable to escape. He was overwhelming her, drowning her. Her own body betrayed her, demanding more and more, to give in to the unspoken promise of pleasure.

This time, her movements weren't struggles to escape, but her own sensuality taking control. She moved with him, matching his movements.

Edward knew she wouldn't last much longer. Her orgasm was coming and her muscles were tightening, her body becoming stiff and her movements stilted. Her breathing was ragged and she was making mewling sounds, pleading demands. He broke the kiss, his mouth settled over the spot where Cullen had fed, over the hickey left from the feeding and suckled hard.

The area, still sensitive from the feeding, triggered her orgasm. She shrieked, her body going into overdrive, writhing against him. His fingers moved to her opening, gathering even more of her fluids as it leaked from her during orgasm, then returned to her clit. He continued to stroke her,

She wanted to cry. She hated herself for allowing it to happen, for not fighting as hard as she should have, for feeling pleasure in the act. Even now, after some time, her breaths caught, he was still hard and moving against her, his arms refusing to let her go. She was afraid he would demand more from her and she wasn't sure if she could fight him off, to refuse him the final intimate act, not after what had just happened.

Tears rose up and shimmered behind her clenched lids. She knew if she opened them, they'd spill over. She tried to keep her breathing even, to feign calm, but it was too hard, she was too worn down, her self control ragged. She sobbed softly.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, nuzzling the back of her neck, his body stilling, but still, she felt him, hot and heavy, hard, against her hip.

"Please, let me go," she pleaded, her voice wavering. She hated that sign of weakness. She needed a mirror or a dark reflective surface.

He stroked along her body, trying to calm her, nuzzling her neck slowly.

"There's no need to be ashamed, Bella."

She tensed and started to struggle to pull away, "How dare you! You…you seduced me! I didn't want this!"

Edward sighed and let her go, letting her pull away from him. She scrambled off the bed. He watched her, his eyes moving over her body. She still wore her bra, but nothing else. And he was naked, his arousal blatant and exposed. She blinked then looked away, red in the face. He smiled faintly, trying not to show his amusement.

"Where are my clothes?" she demanded, hands fisted at her sides, looking somewhere over his head.

"Gone," he said simply.

"Gone…where?"

He smiled a bit. She'd have never made it as a nun, he thought. Either that or she'd be one hell of a mother superior. He'd rather think about her in his bed than as a nun. She had too much passion, was too sensual, to be a nun.

"You won't need them and when Carlisle is ready, he'll supply you with clothes."

She stared at him in horror. What did that mean? What were they going to do with her?

She started to back away from him as he sat up. She looked around and saw the bathroom.

"There's nothing in there that you could use as a weapon or hurt yourself with," he said, matter of fact.

Bella took that as permission and hurried away from the bedroom and into the bathroom, closing the door. Unfortunately, there was no lock.

She felt sullied. They might not have had sex, but she still felt as though they had. She wanted a hot shower or a hot bath to soak, but was afraid to with him in the other room. She wanted clothes, something to wrap around herself. She wanted out of here.

Bella looked around the room for a camera, hidden or otherwise. She assumed the room was kept for those they wanted to keep an eye on, a pampered prisoner of sorts, which would account for no locks and nothing to use as a weapon, which would mean they had to have a surveillance system set up. She saw nothing in the bathroom. She hoped that was true.

She thought it rather disgusting that they might have a camera in the bathroom, but who knew.

She hurried to turn on the shower as hot as it would go, then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her. She was relieved that it was one of those extra large bath towels. Her hand caressed the softness of the material. Cullen was rich, no doubt about it.

She frowned and hurried to the mirror after tucking the ends in, covering her body. As the room steamed from the hot water, the mirror became foggy and she traced symbols along the edges of the mirror. As she finished each symbol, it would begin to glow golden amber, until the mirror's edge was glowing brightly.

Bella quickly used her hand to wipe the center of the mirror clear of condensation and watched as her reflection in the mirror darkened and went to black. She concentrated on the mirror as images flickered, her room at the convent, her room here with Edward still sitting on the bed though he was looking at the bathroom door, she saw Cullen asleep in his room, causing her to shiver. Then, a familiar room came into focus. Not one of hers, but a friend's of hers.

She tapped the mirror five times, lightly, causing a glow to suffuse her friend's room, and then her friend staggered into view.

"Bella? What's wrong?" Alice asked, yawning.

Bella must have woken her up. It was still early.

"I need help," Bella whispered as loud as she could without being heard by Edward.

Alice eyed Bella and then blinked. She nodded and stepped back, lifting her hands, palms out, toward the mirror.

Bella did the same on her end. They both began to chant softly. As they chanted, the mirror's surface began to shimmer and waver like water. Bella climbed up onto the counter just as Edward knocked on the door.

"Bella? Are you all right?"

Bella panicked and threw her self through the mirror.

When Bella did not reply, Edward opened the door and stepped in, immediately seeing the glowing mirror and Bella on the other side of the mirror, standing next to another young woman. Edward hurried toward the mirror but Bella and Alice ended the spell, causing the mirror to return to normal.

Edward cursed.

Alice eyed the handsome man in the mirror before it shimmered and returned to being a mirror. She then looked at Bella, lifting a brow.

"Well, you want to tell me what you were doing with that yummy man?"

Bella looked at Alice and shook her head, hurrying to her friend's closet. "I need some clothes and a place to hide."

Alice followed, although a bit more slowly, "Bella, what's going on?"

Bella turned and looked at her friend as she pulled on a robe, "That was Edward Cullen, the bodyguard and personal assistant of

Mr. Carlisle Cullen."

Alice blinked in surprise.

"Mr. Cullen happens to be a vampire."

Alice sat down on the bed, shocked.

"He knows what I am. He was holding me prisoner. Edward…he…ummm…"

Alice shot to her feet, "He raped you?" She was furious.

"No, no…he didn't rape me. He…touched me…" Bella blushed.

"Really?" Alice was amused and thrilled for her friend.

"It's not funny, Alice!"

"Well, at least he got you off, right?"

Bella turned away, too mortified to face her friend, to talk about what just happened. Her hand strayed to the hickey on her neck, causing a shiver and flare of heat to coil within her belly.

"Bella, talk to me."

"They know about me, Alice. I have to hide. I don't need this."

"Bella, honey, maybe…this was meant to be. Did you ever ask yourself that? Maybe meeting them means something. Maybe they're supposed to help you. Did you try scrying them?"

Bella sighed and ran a hand through her hair, wincing as her fingers caught the tangles.

"All of my things are at the convent. I can't go back. They'll be waiting for me there."

"I'll go and pick your things up. You'll have to call and let them know."

Bella nodded and then sat down, and sighed.

"Are you OK, Bella? Did he hurt you?"

"It's not something I asked for. He snuck into the room while I was…sleeping."

"Did they drug you? Why were you sleeping?"

Bella shook her head, "Cullen…drank my blood." She touched the hickey and shivered again. The mark was warm and seemed to throb with her pulse.

"I need a shower. After, I'll call the convent. You can't let him see you, Alice. He saw you through the mirror. He might recognize you."

"I'll be careful, Bella, don't worry."

"She…what?" There was a definite tone of disbelief.

Jasper Hale studied his friend. No, not studied, stared. He wasn't sure how to take what Edward was saying.

"She passed through the mirror like it was a doorway. I could SEE her on the other side, with another woman."

"Are you sure?"

Edward gave his friend a dark look, "Of course I'm sure. She was in the bathroom and then she wasn't, the mirror was glowing and I could see her on the other side."

Jasper lifted his hands in a peace gesture, "Easy, old man. It's just really hard to take in, you know?"

Edward studied his friend. Jasper had been blood bonded to Cullen since the 1800's and Edward and Jasper were very close. In fact, it was Edward that had trained Jasper and taught him the ropes of being blood bonded.

"Now I know what she meant by a mirror witch."

Jasper made a face. "Magi? Yuck."

"Not as yuck as it's going to be when Carlisle finds out."

"Well, we could go down to the convent and wait for her. She has to return there, right?"

"She might already think we'll be waiting for her. She'll know me on sight."

"But she won't know me. I'll dress down and hang out and wait. Have security print out a copy of her picture so I'll know her by sight."

"What if she sends her friend instead? I'll have to be there to point them out."

"What about her friend?"

"We'll have to take them both. If Bella knows about Carlisle, who knows who she's told."

"What do we have to combat Magi? I don't really want to find myself as a frog or some such."

"I don't think they'd do magic in public. In front of the convent."

"Ahh, true."

They headed to Jasper's car and took off for Forks.

Alice and Bella pulled up to the outer gates of the convent. Bella was driving, just in case she had to make a getaway. The both of them looked around after they had parked. They saw no one to raise any suspicions but the two of them were on hyper alert.

Alice slid out of the car and hurried to the convent gates, ringing the bell. Bella kept an eye out for anyone approaching, any rich looking cars coming near.

The gate opened and Alice stepped inside. Bella became even more tense and worried.

Two minutes later, Bella was surprised by a knock on her window. She turned in fear to see a blond man, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, with a jean jacket over. He was gorgeous, and if Bella wasn't so caught up in the trouble she was in, she might have been interested.

She rolled the window down a few inches, "Yeah?"

"Hello. Please…change?" He held his hand out, his accent was thick,

English broken.

Bella looked away from him to rummage in the ashtray for change. She grabbed a handful and turned back to him, only to tense up. He had a gun pointed at her.

She should have been worried about the gun, but what worried her most was seeing Edward approaching from behind the blond man. She cursed beneath her breath and gave the blond man a dirty look. He smiled.

Edward approached the car and went to open the door, "Jasper, go wait by the gate and help the friend when she returns."

Jasper saluted and headed over to the gate, standing off to one side.

Edward opened the door and reached in, undoing Bella's seatbelt. He then "helped" her out of the car. Bella was tense and glaring daggers at him.

"That wasn't very nice," he said softly, "running away like that."

"Let go of me before I start screaming."

"And draw attention to us? Do you really want the seedy citizens of Forks to come investigating?"

"Seedier than you and your boss?" she said pointedly.

He chuckled softly, stepping closer to her until she was backed against the side of the car and his body was against hers. She gasped softly, alarmed and afraid.

He leaned down to her, "You shouldn't have run. There was no reason to."

She went red, "Like hell! Get off of me!" She started pushing at him, trying to push him away, but he refused to budge.

"You're afraid of your response to me," he said gently.

"I refuse to be some sort of prisoner of you and your boss, someone for you to play with."

"Bella?" Alice's shaky voice called out.

Edward and Bella turned their heads to look. Jasper had Alice by the arm, the pistol pressed against her side. Alice was carrying a small suitcase and a black duffel bag.

"Jasper, take Bella's friend to your car and take her back to Cullen's. I'll ride with Bella in this car."

Jasper nodded and walked with Alice to his car, whistling softly a jaunty little tune. Alice looked at Bella who nodded faintly, giving her a reassuring look.

Edward turned back to Bella and leaned down, kissing her. Bella tried to protest, pushing at him, but he kept her pinned against the car, distracting her, keeping her from communicating in any way with her friend.

Jasper was rather taken by Bella's friend. He led her to the car and helped her inside, then got in and drove off. He kept glancing at her, she kept her eyes forward, but he knew she was afraid.

"What's your name?" he asked.

She started slightly then glanced at him. She had short black hair and bright blue eyes and wore jeans and a sweater. She had a wary look in her eyes, but her chin lifted a bit and looked back out the windshield.

Jasper chuckled softly, "My name is Jasper Hale."

She shrugged in indifference.

"So you're a witch too?"

She held the duffel bag more tightly, but staying silent.

"Edward saw what the two of you did with the mirror. I didn't know to whether to believe him or not. It was rather far fetched."

Silence.

"Hmm. I see I'm going to have to apply some charm to get you to relax."

She snorted faintly. He grinned.

No more was said as they drove from Forks to Port Angeles. They pulled up to the gates of Cullen's estate, he slid his key card in and the gates swung open. He pulled in and up to the front entrance, parking the car. He got out and came around the car to help her out. She refused to give up the duffel bag, but allowed him to carry the suitcase. He kept one hand on her elbow, the grip tight but not tight enough to hurt or leave marks. It was a warning to be good.

"Welcome to the Cullen estate. I'm sure you'll be comfortable here. There are plenty of amenities to occupy one's time. Gym, pool, spa, garden, a maze."

She looked at him, her eyes glittering coldly, "Just shut up. I'm not here as a guest. You kidnapped me. Am I supposed to jump for joy at being here?"

He looked at her, lifting a brow, "Sassy, aren't you?"

She looked away, with a hmph. He grinned.

He led her up the stairs to Bella's room, "Edward took the liberty of removing the mirror in the bathroom, so don't get too excited."

She rolled her eyes but said nothing. He released her in the room, carrying the suitcase to the bed and setting it down. He then turned to her and eyed the duffel bag.

"Let's see the contents."

"Like hell." She tightened her hold on it.

He smiled and started toward her.

Edward continued to kiss Bella until she had given in and began to kiss him back. She may fight it, fight him, but deep down, she was just as drawn to him as he was to her.

Reluctantly, he lifted his head and looked down on her. Her skin was flushed, her eyes closed. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, and her breathing was quickened.

He touched her face, "We need to go."

Her eyes opened, the golden amber reminded him of honey. They stared into one another's eyes for a few moments before she looked away, submitting.

This time.

Edward helped her into the car and got in, driving them back to the estate. They still had a few hours before Cullen would wake.

He wondered if Jasper was having fun with his handful. He kept glancing at Bella, who seemed deep in thought. He hoped she wasn't planning on trouble.

Jasper smiled at Alice and turned on the charm.

"Let me see the bag," he said, his voice soft and soothing, intimate.

Alice's eyes widened and a shiver ran through her but she held onto the bag more tightly.

"No."

He moved toward her, causing her to back away until she bumped against the wall.

"I just need to make sure no weapons are being hidden in there."

She shook her head, watching him approach.

"Then let me see."

She shook her head again.

He smiled a bit, lifting a hand and bracing it on the wall near her head. She flinched a bit, expecting him to touch her, or strike her. His other hand went to the wall at her waist, effectively trapping her there. She would have to duck on one side, but he could body check her easily.

"What's your name, little one?"

She frowned slightly, "Alice."

"Cute name," he murmured, leaning in slightly, "Are you a witch like your friend?"

"Not…quite."

Alice could smell his cologne, it tickled and tantalized her, making her want to lean in closer. She could feel the heat of his body and she felt her body start to respond. She wasn't sure whether to like it or not. She knew he was using some form of magic on her, but she wasn't sure what kind.

He took the hand at her waist level and removed it from the wall. He took a hold of the duffel bag as he leaned in to brush his lips against her brow.

"You want to show me what's inside, Alice."

"I…I do?"

"Yes, you do."

He started to draw the bag away and she was giving in to him. She wanted to, right?

If she could only shut off the warning bells going off in her head, this would be wonderful.

Wait. Warning bells? Oh, hell! She shook her head, trying to clear it.

A breeze began to circle the room, which turned into something stronger. Jasper was a bit distracted to notice at first, keeping his attention on Alice, but when she looked up into his eyes, he noticed first the cold look in them, and then the sudden shove he felt, knocking him away from her.

"How dare you try your tricks with me, you bastard!"

She was furious and the wind reflected her anger. It pushed at him, buffeting him, moving him away from her. The curtains waved and even the bedspread was moving from the force of the wind.

He lifted his hands in a gesture of peace, "Alice."

"Don't Alice me, you ass! Get the hell out of here before I send you flying out the window!"

Jasper opted to err on the side of caution and he edged toward the door.

She eyed him angrily until he slipped out, the door closing after him. Then and only then did the wind dissipate and she staggered to the bed, collapsing down on it.

She hated using her abilities sometimes. She was lucky that he bought her threat because there was no way she could have sent him out the window. She was lucky she could summon even what she had.

Bella, what the hell did we get ourselves into?

A/N: Reference for words in italics

Blood bonded: When a vampire feeds his blood to a chosen human they become half human/vampire, and are in his service for eternity