Fired Souls

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Summary: During the Cullens' little baseball game that Edward invited Bella to, James' coven comes along. But, not everything is what it seems with Bella Swan and James.

Warnings: Maybe some course language. Some sexual situations. Some violence. INCEST. THERE IS INCEST IN THIS STORY.

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Bella

We had made it to Alaska. The rest of the trip was virtually silent with Edward and me in one car alone. No one else with us when Emmett had apparently retold what I said to him after our fight. My hand was broken completely, and Carlisle feared it wouldn't mend together correctly from the force I had hit Emmett with. He had it wrapped tightly and firmly in a ton of gauze, two wraps, and a brace for good measures. I couldn't move it all, and Carlisle stated that was good. He was pleased that my fingers didn't join my hand, and I just wanted that body-shot pain in my hand to go away. He had given me a good amount of numbing medicines for the breaks, and Edward had to pretty much carry me everywhere from being drugged up so much.

I never apologized to Emmett for hitting him like he did; despite Rosalie's orders of telling me to with Emmett shutting her up.

I wasn't apologizing to Emmett for smacking him for what he said. It couldn't have been rape. James was my mate, and I was his since birth. He had the right to take it when he had wanted it. I still loved him.

I just…wasn't ready at the time.

Totally different.

No matter what I let slip from my mouth about the fight with Emmett in my drugged stupor: I hadn't wanted to let go of Edward's hand since. He wasn't complaining though. He only held my uninjured hand lightly as he drove with the music on low, lulling me to sleep a few times.

Edward had carried me inside the house to ''our'' room since I somehow couldn't walk. It was pretty difficult not feeling Edward's hand in mine when he got out of the car for those few seconds until he picked me up to carry me inside. I didn't want to let him go, despite the house being freezing cold. Carlisle had come up to the room claiming he turned the heat on, and even started a fire in the fire place Edward had in his room to warm me up faster.

I stayed cuddled into the blankets as Edward sat near me, holding my hand with that concerned look on his face as he spoke to Carlisle, looking at me every so often. I could hear some of their conversation, but it was really faded.

It was kind of creepy. Like I was drugged again…

Oh wait…I was drugged.

''It could be shock…she'll need…''

''No, she won't accept it…I don't know what….''

''Let us help her, son.''

Carlisle ended what little of the conversation I had heard before I fell asleep with Edward humming my lullaby and carding those familiar hands through my hair.


When I woke up, it was to a warm, comfortable room with fire crackling in the background, heavy blankets on top of me with soft pillows under my head, my lullaby being hummed, and Edward's hand in mine.

It was the perfect wake up call really.

I took in the room around me sluggishly. I guess I was tired…how weird and unorthodox. The room had grey walls with black furniture. The room was filled with hundreds of CDs I couldn't even try to comprehend how many, books, a flat screen that was on a table in front of the bed I was in that was large and had plenty of space for more people on it, and soft sheets under a duvet and quilt.

I looked behind me to see Edward. His eyes were open, revealing light gold eyes – he had just fed obviously from no dark spots under his eyes.

''Are you cold, Bella?''

Edward asked in a whisper.

I shook my head. ''No. Why? It's warm.''

I told him and looked out the window that had the curtains open.

Snow…

Edward took his chilly hand that felt rather warm for some reason, and placed it on my forehead.

''Because, you're shaking, Bella.''

He told me like I should have known, concern was deeply embedded into his eyes as he sat up – hand still in mine as I didn't want to let go and he must have known that.

I shook my head again, not looking at myself to confirm or deny that notion.

''I'm not cold.''

I said and let my head looked back in front of me to watch the window that was showing the snow falling.

''Do you like the snow, Bella? It started early this morning.''

Edward stated as he ran his fingers through my hair again, lulling me into sleep slowly.

''Yeah. It's really pretty.''

I said softly.

Edward had begun humming again and I kept my eyes on the snow that was falling gently.

It was really white.

Pure.

Untouched white snow that was falling with the others to make some type of mindless pattern on the ground.

Such a shame that it would melt and the unique patterns of each flake would be gone.

It's so pretty and pure.

So…not me.


Edward

When Bella fell asleep again I made sure she was deeply asleep before leaving the room for Carlisle's office. I was very surprised that Bella fell back asleep. She usually would be up and about to fend off her fatigue.

This proved to me that Bella was truly hurting and her letting it out at Emmett had helped her somewhat. No matter how violent Bella had been, her anger had released that inner hidden pain she didn't even understand or know about. I wish Bella hadn't hit Emmett as she would have only hurt herself, but Emmett said that when she had smacked him, something in her eyes just changed.

Emmett saw relief.

Emmett said he did deserve the smack, but he didn't want her hurt and didn't mean to prompt her into hitting him, just to break her hand. But Emmett did say he would never take back what he said.

I was with him. It made more information come into the light and helped me understand a few things more on the forbidden relationship James and Bell had.

Knocking on the door of the study, I heard Carlisle tell me to come in. I saw him at his desk with a book that he closed as he looked at me with dim golden eyes.

''Bella fell asleep?''

Carlisle asked, already knowing the answer.

I nodded to him anyway before taking a seat on the desk near him.

''Yes. I'm very surprised that she's sleeping again. She would usually be up and walking around to not fall back asleep, but she watched the snow fall and she went to sleep easily.''

I told him.

Carlisle gave a nod.

''I remember what you told me about her insomnia. What she's keeping inside and hiding from us may be the problem. She has been sleeping with you easily since she blew up at Emmett, correct?''

''Yes, but that could have been the drugs in her system making her tired. She is sensitive to medications. Even Advil makes her tired.''

I told him and picked up a stress ball.

''What do you think James is doing?''

I asked my father who shook his head.

''Probably staying low, waiting for Bella to return to him. She told him to go 'home' so he could be there.''

Carlisle stated.

''Bella hasn't claimed a home though. Renee wasn't home. Charlie isn't home. Our house isn't even home.''

''Someplace familiar to her that she and James only knew about?''

Carlisle tried as he looked online at Bella's records he had saved.

I thought about it. Bella had said she and James went everywhere together as he didn't want her alone. Bella loved nature, so maybe a small hide-a-way in the woods? But she hated Phoenix, so why would she claim home in Phoenix?

''I don't know. Bella said she and James went everywhere. I don't know a place in Phoenix that Bella would call home when she detests Phoenix all together.''

I said and overlooked what my father was doing.

He was looking through James' records from when he was alive…

''What are you looking for, Carlisle?''

I asked him and gazed to his concentrated face.

''James had therapy when he was alive, shockingly enough.''

He muttered.

I felt my yes go a little wide in shock.

''Really? Let me see.''

I asked and turned myself to sit with one leg dangling over the side of the desk, my other folded into my body. Carlisle raised an eyebrow at me for sitting on his desk again, but he did turn his lap top to me so we both could see it.

He always hated it when I would sit on his desk, yet he never told me to get off. We had picked this up from our century long companionship together.

''The therapist determined James had an unnatural attachment to Bella. He called him…''

''Obsessed.''

I finished for him.

''Yes. The therapist recommended that Renee separate the two before this obsession could escalate and hurt a nine year old Bella.''

He said slowly as he nodded his head.

I felt a light bulb go off in my head. I snapped my head to Carlisle's.

''Around the time James disappeared and was changed.''

I breathed out. Renee had made her own son disappear.

Why?

''Renee made him disappear.''

I said out loud.

''Yes. Renee protected Bella the only way she knew how.''

Carlisle stated.

''She made the problem disappear, and James blamed Renee for not caring for Bella when he disappeared. The therapist recommended that Bella try and live an independent life, making choices for herself since James had ''died.'' He wanted Bella to live without the clutches of an owner.''

Carlisle finished and looked to another document on the lap top, showing what the sessions with Renee was about.

''This makes sense. All those times Renee was gone. She never left Bella. She was wanted Bella to make her own choices. But why does Bella think Renee abandoned her?''

I asked myself.

Carlisle seemed to know.

''Bella fears abandonment, being alone is her biggest fear I'll bet. Her brother disappears, and then her mother suddenly is never there anymore in her mind. She was afraid, and changed her fear into hatred towards the only family member she had available. Renee.''

''Then James suddenly returns out of the blue and makes it all better.''

I bitterly stated.

''While taking something for himself as payment.''

Carlisle added on before a knock on the door interrupted us. Carlisle called Jasper in and he looked to us before sitting down on a leather chair in front of the desk.

''I didn't want to tell Bella this when new found her in the studio, but I feel you should know, Edward.''

Jasper told me as he kept his mind blank from me.

I turned leaned back against my hands on the desk to look at my brother who looked ashamed of himself and projecting a bit.

''What is it, son?''

Carlisle asked with worry, leaning on his arms on the desk in front of him.

Jasper let out an unnecessary breath of air.

''When we were at the studio, I assess both James and Bella before you got a hold of her, Edward. What I felt was…disturbing to say at the least.''

Jasper folded his hands in his lap as he grimaced.

''Go on, Jasper. What did you feel?''

I encouraged, wanting to know what my empathic brother had felt to make him go on edge.

''It wasn't obsession I felt in James, though the underlying emotion was there. It was a twisted version of love, like she was his mate. But something else hovering heavily over those emotions.''

Jasper started.

''James thinks Bella belongs to him.''

I turned to Carlisle confused.

''We know that he thinks this, Jasper. He wants Bella for his own pleasure.''

Carlisle stated.

Jasper shook his head.

''No, not like what their family does. Not in that mate sense, and not in vampire mate sense either, though he does feel that.''

He waved his hand, dismissing our claims.

''He feels that Bella is his. Like, in a slave sense. Like she is there to please him and stay with him for eternity. While he wants her to have children, like Alice says, he will stop at nothing for her to have a child from the male he chooses since he can't give her one himself.''

''Will he go to another family member to try this?''

Carlisle asked urgently.

Jasper shook his head.

''I don't honestly know. He wants a pure Swan like Bella is.''

He stated.

I let out a breath.

''Where are you hiding, James?''

I asked myself and shook my head. I really wanted to get rid of this demented vampire that claimed he loved Bella.

Loving someone doesn't mean you own that person.

It's owning their heart in the most gentlest of ways, having their trust, love, and complete devotion. Saying you love them out of the blue to make them smile. Sacrificing your own happiness for your partner's.

Somehow, James still has Bella's love on lock down, and she fears giving it to me.

Though she loves me and admitted it, she doesn't want to say those words because she feels that James deserves them. Years of conditioning to break. Taking off those chains that the inbred boy put on Bella isn't enough.

She has to be set free.


Emmett

The one memory of Bella crying wasn't leaving my mind. Of all the things I remember, that was the worst. I had seen a lot of death and blood, but I never thought that seeing little Bella, a mere human that I had wanted to have in my family, would be worst of all those times I had slipped up and had to come back home with red eyes.

I deserved that slap though. That one, barely there, pressure on my face had put relief on Bella's face. She had let out that anger for once in her life, and it must have felt good. If Bella could hit me and not break her fragile hand every time, and it would make her feel better: I would let her for eternity.

I knew hitting wasn't a good outlet for humans. It was violent. It made them violent. But Bella was so different. She needed some type of outlet and I guess hitting was the only way she knew. Being alive years and living with Carlisle had taught me to go to someone to talk. Just vent everything built up to feel better.

Bella never had that.

But to hear that Renee wanted to help Bella, enough to make that sick son of hers disappear for her daughter and try to make her independent, changed my opinions on the dead woman drastically.

But then that good thing turned sour when Jamie boy returned to haunt Bella. He wanted her hurt so he could be the one to put her together again and mold her into what he wanted her to be.

A damn fucking sex slave.

''I wasn't…ready then…why didn't he just… wait… until I was ready?''

If I could have answered that question without breaking her more than James had: I would have. Bella went through that, and didn't even know it was rape.

I knew it was. Not just from the history of my beautiful Rosie. I knew right and wrong long before Rosie came. My parents taught me right, and I was thankful that I had listened.

''James was sick, not you. How old were you when he had sex with you, Bella?''

Had sex…when had he raped you was what I should have asked.

Sex is consensual.

Rape isn't.

The look in her eyes when I had asked that had made my dead heart break.

The shame in her eyes.

Why was she ashamed? Did she not ''please'' James enough? Did she not orgasm like he wanted her to? Like he did? He put his scent all over her, and he knew it when he began raping her.

The vampire claim was inside of her, marking her as his in his mind. He was lucky he didn't bite her. The mating mark would have burned her life away, out of her real mate's grasp.

''Maybe it wasn't sex, Bella. Maybe it was rape. Forced you into it, made you like it, and took it by force? Maybe he has you right where he wanted you: under his thumb. Or under him in bed while you pleaded with him to stop.''

I had to force those words out of my mouth then. Saying that had hurt not only Bella, but me.

James wasn't a brother. He was sick freak who was demented due to incest.

Bella wasn't like that, though she was produced through incest. She wasn't demented. Like that Carson dude. He was cool. He encouraged Bella to be with Edward for Christ's sake! To be out of the family breeding line.

Not that she could breed. Poor Bella. No chance to have a baby due to her own family. It was heart breaking to hear. Maybe she can adopt? She likes babies right?

No…she doesn't. I remember that. Bella said she never truly wanted kids because she didn't think she would be good at it. Good for Edward, bad for Jamie boy who I desperately wanted to kill for touching Bella.

My baby sister. Not James' sister. No big brother rapes their sister. I may have tried to sell my sister, but that was to my good friend who liked her and wanted to marry someone to have a family with. My dad thought it was hilarious and had set my buddy up with another woman when we found out my sister was being married off already. I could still remember that somehow.

''If it's so wrong, why did he do it? When I asked him not to, why didn't he stop? Why didn't he just…wait?''

''Emmett?''

I snapped my head to Edward who was looking at me with sorrow and understanding.

''Yeah bro? What's up?''

I asked cheerfully, normally.

Edward came to sit by me on the couch.

''Bella still knocked out?''

I asked, distracting myself from my thoughts as I jerked the controller to my game.

''Yes. She is very tired, and needs her sleep.''

He told me softly and watched what I was doing on the game.

''Good. She looked exhausted on the way here.''

''Bella doesn't sleep very well at night. She hates sleeping all together, but she is human still and needs her sleep. Something she doesn't quite understand.''

Edward chuckled.

''She doesn't understand a lot.''

I stated bitterly in thought of James.

''She'll be fine, Emmett. Bella is safe here, and James isn't here to hurt her.''

Edward said and looked to me.

I threw my controller down on the floor.

''How can you say that so easily? Just take it all in stride and not…react?''

I asked lamely.

''I want to kill this guy in ways he killed Bella. Piece by damn piece and she isn't my girlfriend! She's not my mate, yet I want to fucking do this to that…freak.''

Edward watched me go into a rant on James and him not doing anything calmly. He just sat on the couch, leaning back on it, hands in his jacket pockets like he normally did.

Eventually I stopped, and I noticed I was pacing with Edward just watching me with his golden eyes perfectly calm like Carlisle's were.

When had I started fucking pacing?

''About five minutes ago.''

Edward commented lowly as he looked to his watch.

''Why aren't you reacting to this shit, Edward? Why does it feel like it's only me wanting revenge on this sicko who Bella claimed to be her beloved older brother?''

I asked and stopped pacing.

''It's not only you. Everyone wants James to pay, Emmett. None of them have claimed her their vampire's sister other than Alice though.''

Edward told me.

''What?''

I asked smartly.

''You claimed her, Emmett. Your vampire calls her sister, like Alice did. It's quiet nice to see that actually. Bella will love it.''

Edward smiled.

I blinked.

''I…claimed her?''

''Yes. She's your sister in every vampire way possible.''

''How?''

Edward sighed at my question.

''I don't know. You must have hated what was done to her so much. Her brother did this to her, and you thought you could be a better brother than James. Remember what you swore?''

Edward asked me when he stood up and walked slowly around the shattered coffee table.

I thought back to the hotel time where Bella was put to sleep by Edward ten thousand times as she fought him before giving in.

''I won't let that fucker near my baby sister. The hell with him. He isn't her brother anymore. If Bella wants a brother; I'm it. Not that sick fuck.''

''Oh fuck me. I claimed her. Oh shit. I claimed her.''

I swore and leaned against the wall near the cracked TV.

''Do you regret it?''

Edward asked me curiously.

I growled at him involuntarily.

''Fuck you.''

I growled out to him before slapping a hand to my mouth.

I really had claimed Bella…

Edward chuckled..

''I believe you have gone and claimed my mate, big brother.''

Edward stated with a wicked grin.

''What do I do now? The last thing Bella needs is another brother.''

I stressed.

Edward shrugged.

''What feels right?''

''Keeping her the hell away from James and getting her help.''

''Then that's what you do, Emmett.''

Edward told me, still calm.

I looked him up and down.

''How are you so calm right now? I just claimed property on your unbonded mate, and you're still oh so calm. Did you turn into Carlisle or something?''

I asked sarcastically. I could hear Carlisle himself chuckle from some place in the house like Edward was doing.

''Being with Carlisle for so long has made me adapt to his nature. Rosalie changed you, so you don't feel his nature like I do. I was his first made and claimed. First and only companion until Esme strolled in and took his soft heart.''

Edward joked with a grin. I could hear Carlisle chuckle again at Edward's joke and I could hear Esme as well.

''But I am staying calm because I have something up from your claim.''

Edward stated with a wicked grin.

I glared at him, again, involuntarily.

''And that is?''

I asked impatiently, my vampire wanting to surface.

Edward looked me in the eyes.

''I'm her bond mate, and always will first be in her heart, above everyone else when James is out of her picture at last. I can rest comfortably knowing that little thought, and that she has such a good big brother waiting for her on the sidelines.''

He ended and disappeared back to his room with Bella most likely still sleeping from her heart being evened out.

I blinked again, clearing my head of all dominant claim on my sister who was, apparently, my full sister now. I took in the full living room I hadn't noticed I had destroyed in my rant where Edward stayed out of the way safely on the couch.

How had Bella not waken up to this?

A few seconds later, Alice came into the room and loomed around in a bored fashion.

''Nice job, killer. Now clean it up before Bella wakes up and sees this. She could step on glass, dumbass.''

Alice told me before going to the kitchen where I guess Esme was.

I sighed.

''Rosie, can you help me?''

I called out pitifully.

''Nope. Esme needs help on shopping for Bella and I'm going with her. Clean it up, Hunny buns.''


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