A/N:

'Sup ladies! Are you ready to see what will happen next in Bella's training? And also find out a bit more about her mysterious parents?

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, 157


{Chapter 7}

I collected my things and went to put them back in my supply closet.

It was quiet in the house, so I guessed Renee and Charlie had finally stopped fighting, but that meant they must also have realized that I was no longer with them downstairs.

I had barely finished the thought when my name was called from below.

"Isabella?" Charlie called, and for once, it didn't sound like he was going to yell at me, so I made my way down.

As soon as they spotted me, Charlie walked over and placed his hand on my back. "Come with me to the basement. I am going to teach you some real magic." Renee crossed her arms and pouted like a petulant child at his words.

I stepped away from Charlie and looked at them both apologetically. "Actually, I think I'm going to go to the kitchen and practice my potion making." I started to walk there but turned back around when I heard them follow me. "Alone," I said, and they looked at me in confusion simultaneously. "All this frustrated energy you two have between each other doesn't have a great impact on my powers."

I started to move toward the kitchen again while they stood frozen with stunned expressions. I don't think either of them had expected that, but I really needed to be by myself. If what I had been able to do up in my room was any indication, I worked best when I was alone.

I ended up staying in the kitchen the entire night, and I wasn't disturbed once, which felt absolutely great.

However, around midnight there was a noise outside that caused me to stop with the potion I was currently making. I looked toward the window, but I could only see the darkness outside. I felt on edge and strained to hear any other noise to confirm that there truly was something outside in the garden.

When I didn't hear anything, I grabbed the jar of rosemary and proceeded with the potion. It said that I only needed a pinch of the herb so I took care to measure it into my hand first.

A sudden knock on the door caused me to startle and the rosemary in my hand fell into the potion, which exploded. I crouched down and took cover with a startled scream.

"Bella?" I heard Renee call from the living room.

"I'm fine!" I called back and straightened out. I tried to wave the smoke away with my hand, but it didn't do much.

I looked toward the door and saw a chuckling Edward standing outside. When he saw that he'd gotten my attention, he waved, and I hurried to unlock and let him in.

"Edward? What are you doing here?" I asked.

He smiled widely and placed a hand on the side of my neck. "I told you I would find you," he said, and the sound of his voice did things to me. My mouth went dry and I had to wet my lips before replying. Of course, this drew his attention to my mouth, and he began leaning in to kiss me.

I inhaled sharply and took a step back. "Yes, you did, but how did you find me? Charlie told me there are no records of this cabin connected to us."

"Your spell led me here," he simply said, and I looked at him questioningly.

"My spell? What spell?"

He chuckled. "You don't even realize you cast it, do you?"

I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt to protect myself from the magic of his laugh. "No, I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about."

Edward casually walked over to the stove and peeked at the failed potion in the pot and wrinkled his nose when the foul smell invaded it. He appeared so at ease, a habit he'd always possessed, and something I used to envy him for. He simply didn't care that he wasn't allowed to be here. "Angel, you have a lot of power inside you. When you kissed me in your bedroom and said that it would lead me to you if I truly loved you, you cast your very first spell."

My arms slacked to my sides as I thought back to the moment he was talking about. I remembered the sparks I'd felt on my lips and the breeze that had swirled around us. Had I caused that?

He walked up to me and placed his hands on my waist. "You cast a Promise Spell. I wouldn't have found you if I didn't love you. Even if I'd come here, this place would have looked empty to me if my feelings for you weren't true."

I felt warmth envelop me from his words, and I wished that they could have solved everything. Then I would have thrown my arms around his neck and kissed him with everything I had. But despite the guidance I had received, and the fact that I had apparently already chosen, I wasn't any closer to knowing what it was I wanted apart from being with the man that stood before me. It still didn't feel right to choose Evil for that reason alone.

I shrugged helplessly. "And what do you want me to do with that knowledge, Edward? I still have to make a choice in four weeks."

His warm smile fell and he nodded solemnly. "I know. I was hoping that me being here would help you."

I couldn't restrain myself any longer and I placed my hands on his chest. His heart was beating steadily and for some reason it made my eyes well up. "How? All you do is make me more confused." I rested my forehead against him for a second before stepping out of his hold and went to pour the failed potion in the sink.

"Why is that?"

"Because when you are close, the only thing I want is to get this over with. Choose Evil and be done with it, but I can't choose Evil just because of you."

As always, Edward didn't really care about my lame attempt to put distance between us, because he could feel the pull just as much as I did, but while I tried to fight it, he listened to it. It was like an electric current and it sparked when he came closer and stood behind me.

"Would it really only be because of me, though? You feel a pull toward Evil. Admit it, Angel."

My skin tingled at his words, and I turned around to look at him. He was so close, we were practically flush against each other. "I'm not afraid to admit that, but I can't trust that pull either, because I don't know if it's me or if it's the part of your magic that I have inside me."

Edward's eyes darkened at the mention of his magic inside me, and my mind was suddenly filled with images of that afternoon in the back of his car.

My own lust flared up and I tried to come up with anything to steer the conversation in a different direction because I wouldn't exactly stop Edward if he decided to begin ravishing me right there in the kitchen.

"There is also this part inside of me that says I can't choose Evil because I'm supposed to be Good."

Edward closed his eyes and took a few breaths. It was his way of pushing away his own lust and get back to the present. When he felt in control again, he opened his eyes and shrugged. "That's just your heritage speaking," he said, and I froze.

"What did you say?" I asked barely audible.

"Your heritage. Don't you know?" He narrowed his eyes. "Haven't Renee or Charlie told you?"

"Told me what?"

He looked at me incredulously. "The reason that you are so powerful is because you are half of each. A double blessed baby, like the prophecy said. Your mother's bloodline was one of only Evil Witches, and your father's was one of only Good. Usually, Witches marry mortals in order to procreate, but your relatives were an extraordinary family tree of pure magic."

I soaked up every word like a sponge because this was the first time I was told anything about my ancestors.

"Your mother, Marie Sinclair, was to be married to another Evil Witch and continue the purity of the family tree, but she met your dad, Nicholas Alistair, and they fell in love." Edward took a hold of my hands and enveloped them with his own. "Do you remember what I told you about Good and Evil not being able to cooperate?" he asked, and I nodded silently. "That's not the only reason that they can't be together. It goes against the laws of our society and is a crime punishable with death."

My heart was pounding loudly in my ears, but I could still hear Edward's every word.

"Your parents broke the law and eloped. There was a bounty on both of them, but they practically vanished. No one could find them for years, and it wasn't until after they were located that it was understood why. They gave up their powers to be together and it wasn't until the day you were born that they could be traced again. Your powers alone put them back on the map."

Sadness gripped me, and I understood why Renee didn't want to tell me much about my parents. It was my fault they were killed, but there was something else, too. I remembered how she had specifically said that my parents were killed by Evil Witches. This had caused me to assume that my parents had both been Good, but this new revelation put everything in a new light.

"Are you telling me that my mother was killed by her own kind? Her own coven?" I asked with despair slowly growing inside of me. Edward hesitated, and I was afraid he didn't want to tell me the rest. I needed to know. "Please, tell me," I pleaded.

He finally answered me after an excruciating minute of silence. "It was an accident. The Witches that found them had planned to only capture them and bring them back to The Council, but they both refused and things got ugly. A curse that was meant for your father took your mother when she jumped in front of it to protect him. Your father was so blinded by rage he didn't care that he had no powers and tried to fight back. The next curse hit him in the chest."

It made me feel uneasy that Edward knew what had happened in detail, and I just had to ask him about it. "You're talking about it as if you were there. How can you know so many details?"

An expression I had never seen on Edward's face before contorted his beautiful features. He was uncomfortable and I was afraid to find out why. "I wasn't there," he said. "But there is something else you should know."

"What?" I asked feeling scared.

"The Witch your mother was supposed to marry was my father."

I was completely speechless. There wasn't a single word I could get out, and so I ended up only staring at Edward.

"When Marie eloped with Nicholas Alistair, my father felt personally betrayed even though their engagement was an arranged one. He has admitted to me that he still had romantic feelings for Marie when he met my mother a couple of years after your parents disappeared. Eventually, after I was born, he got over those feelings, but when Marie was located again after your birth, he was consumed with his want for revenge on your father for stealing his fiancee. As much as I hate to admit it, my father intended to kill your father himself. That Marie took the blow instead devastated him and he was never the same after that."

A sudden rage exploded inside me and the words I spewed out were sharp and venomous. "Yes, how difficult it must have been for him to return to his own wife and son after making me an orphan."

Edward looked at me pleadingly. "Angel, please, I told you it was an accident."

I sneered. "That my mother was killed, yes, but my father's murder was very premeditated." Harshly, I pushed away from the counter and began pacing the length of the kitchen. "And you've known the entire time. Ever since the day we met, you've known that your father was the cause for me not knowing who I am most of my life. How is that fair?"

"It's not fair," Edward said with a stoic expression.

"You're damn right it's not fair!" I walked up to him again. "How could you keep this from me? For fuck's sake, Edward, didn't you think I deserved to know this tiny little detail?"

He grabbed both of my upper arms in a hard grip, but it wasn't painful, so I knew it wasn't to hurt me. "I haven't exactly had the chance to tell you before now. Two weeks ago, you still thought that Renee and Charlie were your parents, so how could I have told you then? And tonight is the first time I've seen you since you found out that you're a Witch."

I removed his hands from me with force. I felt hurt and betrayed, and I wasn't ready to let go of my anger just yet. The anger felt good. It made me feel stronger than when I cried. "You could have told me that night in my bedroom," I accused, but Edward gave me an unamused smile and shook his head. His eyes were hard and cold.

"As I recall it, your parents weren't exactly brought up in that conversation, but if you want to know, I was going to when Charlie interrupted us."

I couldn't look at him anymore and turned around but stood locked on my spot in front of him. I heard his breathing behind me and how it slowed as he controlled his own anger.

His arms snaked around my waist and he pulled me back against his chest and buried his nose in my hair. "Bella, I don't want to fight with you. That's not why I came here. We can't let our parents' past taint what we have. You know I love you, and I know you love me. I have been going insane these past two weeks, not being able to see you, or touch you," he pulled my hair to the side and kissed my neck, "or taste you."

The feeling that came from the point where his lips touched my skin was akin to being zapped and in one short second, every part of my body sparked to life. I couldn't control the moan that escaped me, and I reached up behind me to grab a hold of the hair at the nape of his neck. Edward made a throaty sound at my response and his hands began to boldly explore my body through my clothes. He started to earnestly suck on my neck, no doubt leaving me with a hickey, and massaging my breasts with both of his hands.

I breathed out a moan, and he hummed with pleasure.

Suddenly, he stopped everything he was doing and hastily turned me around. He fiercely covered my mouth with his own and pushed his tongue inside. There was no air between our bodies, and I could feel how hard he was against my stomach. My muscles tightened in anticipation, and I placed one of his hands back on my breast.

My mind was in a fog, and nothing but the feel of Edward's hands on me, his mouth on mine, his smell in my nose, meant anything at that moment.

He turned us around so that my back was once again against the counter next to the sink. His hands traced down to take a hold of the back of my thighs and lifted me up so that I was sitting on the countertop instead. With purpose, he spread my legs and stepped in between them.

I was a panting mess, my center was throbbing and I wanted him closer, but when I heard the clinking of glass as we tipped over a few of the small glass vials of potion I made earlier, my mind suddenly cleared up. I realized what we were about to do, and while Renee and Charlie were in the house.

I placed my hands on Edward's shoulders and pushed him back. "Edward, stop. We can't do this."

He looked at me with the most devastated look I'd ever seen and I stroked his cheek with the tips of my fingers. "I'm sorry. I want to as much as you do, but you know why we can't." Edward groaned and hung with his head.

"Sometimes, your strong morals concern me," he said, and when he looked back at me and I saw his smirk. "I'm starting to believe that you are Good after all."

"Well, if neither of us had morals, just imagine the destruction we'd cause," I joked back and Edward's smile widened.

"But what beautiful destruction it would be."

With reluctance, he stepped back and allowed me to jump down from the counter. My legs felt boneless, and I had to take support before I regained my balance. This caused Edward to chuckle.

"Don't act so smug. I could feel and now see the effect I have on you, you know," I said, but I should have known that it wouldn't exactly embarrass him that I called him out on his hard-on. Instead, he grabbed me again and pushed his hips forward so that I felt every inch of his cock against my stomach.

"How lucky that I have never tried to hide it from you then," he said, and I rolled my eyes with amusement. I kissed him lightly before removing myself from his grip.

"I think you should go," I said sadly. "You're not supposed to be here. People may get angry if they think you're influencing my choice too much."

Edward looked displeased. "Then let them get angry. I don't care, Angel."

"But I do," I insisted. "These are the same people that will expect things of me after Samhain, and I don't want to let them down."

He nodded, but before he left, he gave me another kiss. "Just in case," he said, and I knew what he meant.

He wanted one last kiss if this meant the end. The thing was that I still didn't know. I rubbed my face in frustration and then turned off the lights in the kitchen and went to bed.


A/N:

Holy shit! So Edward's dad was supposed to marry Marie and Bella is not happy about this close relation between her boyfriend and dead parents...do you think this will affect her decision? Stick around, and you'll see! ;-)