A/N:

Hey guys! I've struggled with pain in my stomach for the last 3 days, and while I know this chapter is a day late, I'm forcing myself to sit up and give this to you before I lie back down in bed and feel sorry for myself and moaning about the ache that just won't go away...

I don't know what's causing it, but if it's not better tomorrow, I'm going to the hospital to check it out!

Title: The Undecided

Author: MarieCarro

Beta Reader: SarcasticBimbo

Genre: Supernatural/Drama

Pairing: Bella/Edward

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Good and Evil Witches. A Prophecy. An Unfulfilled Destiny. The Promise of a Leader. And it all rests on the shoulders of a "misunderstood" teenage girl.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter Word Count: 3, 491

{Chapter 4}

I looked over at Dad and hoped that he would laugh and tell me that Mom was lying, but he didn't. He only shrugged, and a sudden dryness in my mouth had me swallowing repeatedly.

My throat constricted and I had to gasp for air again. "But how? I don't—I mean, he's … and I … but we..." I couldn't form a real sentence, and my thoughts were just as jumbled up. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be true. It just couldn't.

Mom placed her hands on my upper arms and rubbed them up and down, but the heat created by the friction did nothing for the cold I felt inside. "I know it's difficult to hear, and as I said, I didn't want to tell you because I know how you feel about him, but after this betrayal, I had no choice."

I didn't want to hear it. If I thought that it had been too much for me to grasp that I was a Witch myself, it was nothing compared to how I felt right now. I started to cry silently, but my tears had no effect on Dad. He snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Oh please, Renee! You're taking it a bit too far by labeling it as a betrayal. The other Witches didn't make the same promise that the Originals did. I'm positive that if Edward had been a Good Witch, he would have done the same thing then as well."

Mom twirled around on the spot and glared at Dad. "No, he wouldn't because Good Witches don't commit such dishonest actions. They may not have given the same promise you and I made, but the prophecy clearly says that Bella has to choose for herself without outer influences. Good Witches have honored it, so why can't Evil Witches do the same?"

Dad rolled his eyes again and laughed. "Because they're evil," he said as if it was the most obvious thing, and I guess for him, it was.

My tears refused to stop falling because I suddenly felt very insecure about everything. Were Edward's feelings for me true? Did he ever mean a single word that came out of his mouth? Or was it all a plot from the very beginning?

"Has Edward always known who I am?" I asked in a small voice that barely carried, and my tears didn't exactly help.

"Probably," Dad answered. "Witches recognize each other by their powers. It's an air around them that has a certain taste to it. Edward must have sensed that you are an Undecided, and since you are the only Undecided alive at the moment, it can't have been too hard for him to figure it out."

I thought about the aura of danger I'd felt around Edward from the beginning—a taste I still felt—but I had always explained it as part of his image. Apparently, it was deeper than that.

A bitter taste erupted on my tongue, and I knew it was the taste of betrayal. I wiped away the tears from my cheeks, but they were soon replaced by more. "So he has been manipulating me this entire time?"

Dad shrugged as if none of this was of a particularly big deal. "Depends on how you look at it. Evil Witches can only manipulate those with evil already residing in them. It's the way we keep balance in the world; to only have control over the equal-minded. He wouldn't have been able to get as far as he has if you hadn't let him."

I believe Dad's words were meant to soothe, but they did nothing for me. "But now when I have his dark magic inside me, won't it be easier for him, then?"

"A little bit, yeah."

I turned to Mom. "Is that why I need to break up with him?"

"I never said that you have to break up with him," Mom said. "You just have to keep your distance for the upcoming six weeks. Once you've chosen, the answer will be inside you."

I felt very down, all of a sudden, and nodded forlornly. I was exhausted and my body was still aching after my afternoon with my, apparently, evil boyfriend. It was a reminder I could have done without, at the moment.

"I think I need to go to bed," I said tiredly, and both of them agreed. I started up the stairs, but Dad stopped me.

"You should pack before you go to sleep. We'll leave for the cabin before lunch tomorrow, so you'd better be ready by then," he threatened mildly.

I nodded and smiled weakly. Whatever had changed in my life tonight, my parents still pretty much remained the same. I just had to wrap my head around the fact that they weren't truly my parents.

Once in my room, I closed the door and threw myself backward on my bed. My body bounced up and down with the mattress slightly as I stared at the ceiling. It didn't give me any answers, but I continued to stare at it as if the solution to everything would come dimpling down if I focused hard enough.

"Hey, are you all right?" I heard from the window, and I had to hold in the scream that threatened to bubble up before I saw that it was Edward. He was just climbing through as if nothing had changed, but then again, he didn't know I had just found out that both of us were Witches.

I sat up and turned away from him. "What are you doing here?" I asked with the hurt I felt all too evident in my voice. I couldn't understand how he could have manipulated me so thoroughly without blinking. I thought he loved me as much as I loved him.

Edward sat down next to me and leaned in for a kiss, but I pulled away, and it caused him to frown. "I didn't want to be away from you. I couldn't wait 'til tomorrow," he said softly, and normally, words like that would have melted me, and I would have done whatever he wanted to, but I was starting to feel pissed off.

How dare he play so innocent? He must have known that I would find out eventually, and what then? Or had he hoped to have gotten enough dark magic inside me so that when the time came, I wouldn't care anymore?

I stood up and walked to my vanity without even looking at him. I grabbed my hairbrush and started to go through the tangles of the day. They were worse than normal because of our afternoon in Edward's car.

"Angel, what's wrong? Did something happen?" he asked. His voice was filled with concern, but I couldn't trust that it was real, so I gave him the silent treatment and continued to ignore him and brushing my hair.

He walked up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders before tracing down my bare arms with his fingertips. Goosebumps appeared on my skin, and when he leaned in to nuzzle my neck, I shivered violently. He knew exactly how that always caused tingles all over my body, and I realized that he was manipulating me again, so that I would forget my anger and forgive him.

"Is this about this afternoon? Do you regret it?" he whispered, and I felt his warm, moist breath against my ear. He placed a light kiss right behind it, and my anger seemed to just melt away as my eyes closed on their own accord. It didn't help that I knew what he was doing. My breathing still picked up and my brush fell from my grip. Everything he did to me just felt too good.

"Stop," I whimpered weakly.

He didn't and used his nose to trace my jawline. "What was that, Angel?" His hands traced over my back and encircled my waist before one hand started to fiddle with the button in my skirt.

"Please, stop," I tried again, but my resolve was weak. A part of me badly wanted him to continue, but I was unsure if it was because I wanted it or if he was controlling me.

"Why?" he asked softly. "I can feel that you want to. You're practically shaking with desire." When my skirt was opened, he touched the skin on my stomach, just above the line of my underwear, with the tip of his index finger.

It was when he made the move to go inside the lace that the fog in my head dissipated. With strength I never knew I had, I pulled his hands away from me and I used my body to push him backward and away.

The action must have shocked him because he stumbled and fell back onto my bed. "Bella?" he asked, bewildered, but I wasn't accepting his act any longer.

"Oh, just drop the act, Edward," I said harshly and re-buttoned my skirt. "Stop pretending, okay! I know." I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips and stared him down.

"You know what?" he asked, and I felt the urge to slap him.

"I know about you—what you are, and what I am—so stop!"

Understanding glinted in his eyes, and his expression changed from confused innocence to one of mischief, and a small smirk stretched across his face. "You know, huh?" he asked, and I nodded. "Well, it was bound to happen sometime." He shrugged and sat up straighter. "Too bad it happened directly after our first time together. It would be nice to have you a couple more times, but I guess that would be unfair to the Goodies."

Suddenly, I could see it clearly. I had been so blinded by love that I hadn't seen it before. Edward wasn't a good guy, and he never had been. Everyone in school thought of him as a "bad boy," but no one really understood how true it was. That image of his wasn't an act. He was really bad.

It didn't stop me from loving him, though.

However, at the moment, I was too angry, and the clarity of everything had me narrowing my eyes at him. "Shut up, Edward," I said, but it only caused him to laugh. "How could you do this?" I asked, and my eyes filled up once again with treacherous tears. I couldn't keep up with how much I'd been crying tonight. "I thought I meant something to you," I continued quietly.

The laughter died out, and he stood up so that he towered over me. "Angel, you do mean something to me," he said with a serious expression. "You mean everything to me. The fact that I'm evil does not change my feelings."

I shook my head and swallowed my tears to gain some strength in my voice. "What feelings? All you've done is manipulate me so that you could infect me with your dark magic and make me choose your side."

He stroked my cheek, but I hit his hand away. "Can you blame me, though?"

I couldn't, because the simple truth was that he's really evil. "No, I can't. But I can't just let it pass, either, and, from now on, I want you to leave me alone." It hurt a lot to have to say those words because my feelings for him were still very real.

In order to put some distance between us, I walked to the window, but Edward wasn't about to go down without a fight. He followed me, and I was sure he knew that my judgment always got clouded when he was too close. "I wouldn't have been able to get this close to you without your permission. Evil can't manipulate good. You were already partial to evil the night I met you at that party."

Without being able to help myself, I scoffed. "I think it's the dangerous vibe you give off that pulled me to you. I was far from evil back then. I was almost holy when we met, but you've slowly changed me, haven't you?"

He shrugged when I turned to face him. "That was the plan at first, but I didn't really need to do anything. As I said, you were already partial to evil that night. Everyone could feel it as soon as you walked into that house."

I gave him a confused look. "Everyone?" It took me a second to understand what he was talking about, and when I did my eyes widened. "Are you saying that all of our friends are Witches as well?" As stupid as it might seem, that thought hadn't occurred to me.

Edward nodded. "Yes. We're all in the same coven. Alice was born into a different one, but her initiation was quick."

When he said that, I almost choked. "Alice, too?" I should have realized that. She was welcomed into our group of friends without a second thought, after all. "Are there Good Witches at our school as well?" I asked and wondered how many Witches there really were out there.

Once again, Edward nodded. "Yes, but they're different from us. Their covens are usually not as tight-knit. They spread out, and hang with mortals a lot. Your freshman friend, Angela, is one, but she wasn't strong enough to keep you."

Had I been surrounded by only Witches my entire life? Had I ever interacted with normal human beings, or mortals, as Edward called them? I didn't want to go any deeper into who was a Witch right at that moment, though. It freaked me out too much.

All the new information I was acquiring was making me very tired, and I sank down on my bed and let my head rest in my hands. This day would cause for some seriously strange dreams tonight.

Edward sat down next to me, but to his credit, he didn't try to touch me this time.

"Why?" I asked and turned my head to look at him. "Why did you have to put me through all of this? Was it some kind of sick thrill for you?"

He shook his head. "No, that's not it at all."

"Then what was it?" I raised my voice as I got more upset. "Why did you make me fall in love with you?"

He stared at me for a long while in silence, but then he must have decided that he couldn't stand for not touching me any longer because he pulled me up onto his lap. Then he placed one hand loosely around my throat, but I wasn't afraid that he would hurt me. This was something he'd always done, and while I thought it was strange in the beginning, now I enjoyed his touch so much, it squeezed my insides in an almost painful pleasure.

"I couldn't help myself," he murmured. "I tried to keep you at a distance at first, but you just kept pulling me in. The original plan was only to seduce you. Make you more inclined to us, but that was it. Me developing feelings for you was never supposed to be a part of that." He sighed and let his hand fall away. "But, I'm not lying when I say that I love you. You're my Angel."

I swallowed but remained silent for another few seconds. There was too much insecurity in me, and he was slowly weaseling his way back inside. I looked down and started playing with a piece of his shirt. "Don't say things like that to me, Edward. You know the prophecy. I have to make the choice alone."

He placed his hand underneath my chin and made me look at him. His eyes were completely sincere and the most vibrant color I'd ever seen. "It doesn't mean I won't try to persuade you. I need you to choose my side. I can't lose you now."

"You won't lose me," I started, but he immediately shook his head.

"If you choose Good, I will. Good and Evil are not supposed to be together because they can't cooperate."

"Renee and Charlie are," I insisted.

"Barely," he said. "You've lived with them your entire life. You know they can barely be in the same room without going at each other's throats. It's the natural way of things; a never-ending battle. Their promise as Originals is the only thing keeping them together." Edward used the pad of his thumb to trace over my lips. "I don't want us to become like that."

"It's different for us," I tried. "They're not even a real couple." It was a weak theory, but I didn't want to think of all of the consequences my upcoming choice would have. I just wanted everything to remain the same, and I wanted to keep Edward, and my friends.

"It's not just that—" Edward started, but steps in the stairs alerted us that someone was coming. We immediately parted and stood up so that Edward could climb back out of the window. Neither of my parents would be okay with his presence in my room.

He was only half-way through when he turned back to me. "We still have six weeks left. Can't we just enjoy it while it lasts?"

"Please, don't talk like that," I said desperately. "I don't want to think about goodbyes."

"This doesn't have to be goodbye," he insisted.

I hesitated to tell him the truth, but I had to. "They pulled me out of school. We're leaving tomorrow to live somewhere else until its time. I need to learn the craft without distractions before I choose."

He frowned and looked just as desperate as I felt. "Where? I can visit you there without them noticing. We've done it before."

I wanted to tell him, but while I hated that this was potentially the goodbye I didn't want to have, I knew that it was the only thing to do. I had no idea what I would choose in six weeks time, and it was no use in preventing what was possibly inevitable, so I shook my head. "I'm sorry," I said, and it tore at my heart.

I started to close my window and Edward had to climb all the way through, but he wasn't ready to let go. He placed his hand on the glass to keep it open. "Angel, wait! Please, tell me! I can't bear it if this is the last time I see you."

I could hear that it was Charlie that was outside in the hall, and I knew I had to act quickly. I opened the window just a fraction wider and leaned outside. "If you really do love me, this will lead you to me," I said and kissed him. There were sparks emanating from my lips and the wind swirled around us before once again calming down when we parted.

"I will find you," Edward promised before climbing down the tree outside my window, and I closed it and turned around just in time for my bedroom door to open.

Charlie was standing there and frowned. "I heard voices. Is there someone in here?"

I shook my head and tried to look innocent. "No, I'm all alone."

He narrowed his eyes, obviously not fooled by my act. "I can feel a residue of Evil, so don't lie to me, Isabella. Has Edward been here?"

I knew there was no use in denying it, and so I sighed and slumped my shoulders. "Yes. I was just saying goodbye to him."

"Be careful, Isabella," he warned. "The boy and I might be on the same side, but the repercussions of his actions will haunt him. He's not allowed to go against the prophecy as much as he is, and there will be consequences."

With that, he was about to close the door again and leave, but he had gotten me worried.

"What kind of consequences?"

He looked at me with a very serious expression. "The magical community will not simply accept everything if they find out that he influenced your choice too much. We have strict rules against that sort of thing. Rules that have been broken in the past, but breaking them has resulted in nothing but destruction and pain for those involved."

All of the blood drained from my face as I thought of what Charlie's words could mean. I might not just lose Edward as my boyfriend. Was it possible that he could lose his life in the process? I didn't even want to imagine something like that.

"You should pack," Charlie said to remind me of his earlier words, and then he left me standing there feeling lightheaded and scared of the future.

I ignored Charlie's parting words and I fell back onto my bed. I was completely exhausted and I was asleep in mere seconds.

A/N:

So Edward is definitely Evil :-P My inspiration for him as a character is the less serious Cole from 'Charmed' and I know some of you have expressed some hate for Charlie as well and my inspiration for him is Negan in 'Walking Dead' so yeah, I want him to be a douche xD I still love him, though!

As I said before, I might go into the hospital tomorrow to check what's wrong with my stomach, if it still hurts, and if you feel that you want me to keep you updated on that, just let me know