*NOTE: COARSE LANGUAGE, MILD VIOLENCE and SEXUAL CONTENT

Mara POV

The oddest sensation took over as the sight registered in my mind. It was fury. Pure, raw, uncontrollable fury. As if something in me clicked in i watched as the gun in the woman's hand become a bright orange in under a second. Then she was screaming. She was screaming at the top of longs, a blood curdling sound and she continued to scream. We watched as the gun clatterd to the ground, charring it and setting the earth beneath it on fire.

We all watched in fixated horror and i felt both Bella's and Brandon's fascination as the woman skin began to swin and crackle. Her eyes were bleeding and bits of her skin ripped open, and streams of blood ran down her skin. She collapsed onto her knees and then just fell forward.

No one moved and then i reached forward and smashed my hand through the dirt speckled window. The glass shattered, falling to the ground level and i threw my body over the ledge. I dropped down in a slight crouch moving towards the woman curiously. I heard a thud behind me, and feeling my brothers prescence i didn't bother turning around.

I stood over the body of the woman, watching as her body began to collapse in on itself. As if someone had set fire to her from the inside in, like it was acid. The air reeked of burnt flesh and singed hair.

"What the fuck was that?" Brandon muttered to my right.

I knelt down over th woman who moments ago had a gun on my family member and i timidly reached out, and then pushed her body to face us. I fell backwards, mostly insurprise with what i was seeing. It was one of the most peculiar things i'd ever seen. I heard Sam take in a sharp breath and turn away in disgust. Brandon, Bella and i just shared looks of pure wonder.

All of us were thinking the same thing, I had done that. It wasn't a question either, we weren't in denial about the supernatural changes Bella and i seemed to be experiencing. We were up front about everything, taking everything at face value. No question, no doubt. It was a fact, one that Brandon and i found amazing. While Bella, along with everyone else around us feared instantly. I had dont that to someone, i had burned them alive from the inside out. And quite painfully too.

I found it rather poetic, that Bella's ability was to shield, when my own was to destroy. Like two pieces of a puzzle. Two very abnormally shaped pieces of a puzzle. It made me wonder whether or not we were two fitting pieces meant to be joined, or whether we were just two pieces on different sides of the puzzle.

Bella was always innocent, her deceptive smile and unpredictable rage made her the perfect criminal. It was just her demeanor, the way she carried herself, it was just the way she was. She tended to give off this good vibe, a vibe of something to be cared for and protected.

It's what drew me to her in the first place. I saw beyond that the moment i laid eyes on her, i saw under the surface of something she had spent a lifetime constructing to fool everyone around her. I wasn't so easy to lie to in that way. I saw people for what they were and it always gave me the upper hand.

Bella was the perfect partner in crime that way. I could read people like books and was perfectly capable of playing up any role i saw fit. And Bella? She gave you that sweet, innocent, fightened, child-like, doe-eyed look and it would make even the most insane people alive hesitate. It left me in awe when she used that to it's full advantage. The girl knew what she was capable of.

A door opened behind us and we all turned to see Dean walk over, he stopped short in surprise and looked a little green. Probably the smell, rotting burning flesh did that. He moved towards us, after composing himself and then stared at the corpse. "You did that?"

"I believe it's safe to come to that conclusion, Bella sure as hell didn't," i said shrugging. I was calm now, felt much better now that B didn't have a gun pointed at her face.

"That's-," Dean cut out, at a total loss for words.

"We should leave, i believe i hear sirens," Brandon said, looking to east.

"Yeah, alright, let's bail," i said, shaking my head, i paused and then turned to Bella. "Why are you here? And why is that idiot dead?" i asked pointing at Daniel's decomposing body.

She bristled at the tone in my voice, "you took off! I didn't trust you not to do anything stupid while we were here!"

"That still doesn't explain why you killed Daniel! As if Adam's family doesn't want to kill us enough."

She glared at me, "he asked me if you were single and whether or not you'd be easy to get into bed!"

I gave her a look of disbelief, "so you killed him? Jesus, and you say i'm territorial."

"Well are you single? Are you available?" she asked with a warning tone seeping into her voice.

I narrowed my eyes at her, not liking how suspicious she was getting, "what do you think?"

"Fine, maybe you can use your magic powers and bring him back from the dead. Then you can ride off into the sunset and you can belong to that scum bag from now on!" she spat in comtempt.

"I dont fucking think so, she belongs to us," Brandon butt in glaring at Bella. He glanced at me for a quick moment, reading the unimpressed look on my face he said, "she knows that," he then turned back to Bella. "You do too."

Bella just looked away angrily and began to storm off towards the car. A moment later, four cruisers pulled into the parking lot. She froze and shots went off the moment the sound of a door opened. I shouted her name, rushing towards her.

Gun shots hit the right car next to us, as i wrapped my arms around her and spun her to the left, shielding her body with my own and i forced out bodies onto the ground. Gun shots hit the car barricading us and i sat up.

I looked around, seeing Brandon and the Winchesters gone. I wasn't entirely worried, Brandon would get out of the way, but not be far enough that he wouldn't be able to help us if we needed it.

"Mara Petrelli, Isabella Swan, show yourselves with your hands in the air," i rolled my eyes at the overly used line and looked around.

"We can scale the building next to us," she said quietly, looking around in concentration. I shifted a little and then glanced around the car at the alley.

"They have too much of an angle on it, we'd get hit before we got to the roof."

"Should we try and get to the ca-," she cut off as a huge explosion went off in the building. Glass and fire exploded around us and we jumped out of the way when a chunk of concrete came flying straight at us.

I stared at Bella as she laid on top of me and just stared at me for a moment. I stared, seeing the flames of the building in her eyes and blinked. There wasn't much sound that reached me, it was like the world faded away. I had missed this feeling. The way war had made us both feel.

It was like something would spark in us, the heat, the adrenline. It would all just press down around us, and as soon as we hit this incredible moment. It was pure ecstacy after that. The most euphoric feeling exploded in side of me, staring in my gut and working outwards, spreading across my body.

I heard sirens in the distance, screams and more explosions. But all i could see was Bella. Who was staring back at me with what was undoubtedly the same look. I reached up, both of us panting in the chaos and i tangled my hands in her air. Her lips crashed against my hard, and demanding. My body burst with more power, more energy, more untameable feeling of immortality.

Yes, Bella had always been my greatest trigger. But it was situations like this that just made it all the more intense. It could've been because we'd reach the same point because of each other. It could be because of the total chaos and destruction around us, and still knowing that not a single in the world could touch us when we were together. It could've even been the obvious tension of every kind out there was laid out between us. Or maybe because we hadn't seen each other in so long that it felt so overpowering, it did feel like it had doubled, but it was always all-consuming this way. But either way, it was moments like this that i lived for. It was the most fucking intense drug in the world, and Bella was the key.

I felt her break away from me, both of us soaring and panting as she pressed her forehead to mine. She reached out slightly, brushing her lips against mine as we both unsuccessfully struggled to catch our breath. "Bella," i breathed, feeling her body shift slightly as her name rolled off my tongue like honey. Everything was so magnified, so defined.

"We should get out of here," i said thickly, feeling nothing but my own pounding blood and her own laboured breathing. Oddly and yet unsurprisingly enough, her own breathing was the strongest thing around me.

"No, we should stay here," she said, causing my stomach to do flips at the needy feeling in her voice. She held my gaze, and i watched as that pure uncontrollable want and hunger set in them.

Regretfully, i looked around and saw Brandon running towards us. I took an uneven breath and she pulled away from me and into a stand. I turned over, needing the help to stand back up. God, my legs felt like utter jello. I leaned agaisnt it heavily and Brandon finally reached us. He saw the looks on her faces, and then smirked knowingly.

Bella intertwined our hands and we all made our way towards the car. Brandon had to drive.

We pulled up to the motel too soon for my liking. Bella and i had taken the backseat, and she'd proceeded to sit on my lap, straddling me and kissing me hungrily. The feeling was mutual, it was like i couldn't get enough of her suddenly. I wanted nothing but to feel every inch of her, just as much as i wanted her to touch me.

I felt her raise her body slightly, deepening the kiss and i let out a slight moan as her body pressed against mine. The car door opened and we didn't stop kissing, even when Alex said, "guys, seriously, you can't stay out in the open."

I groaned in annoyance, and then pouted as Bella pulled away and stumbled out of the car. I flew out after her, slamming the door shut and slamming her against the now closed door. I attacked her lips again, craving her even more.

"What's wrong with them?" a far away slightly thick voice asked, it registered as Dean somewhere in the back of my mind.

"There high as fuck right now," I heard Brandon say happily. It was always great watching one another get high. It was sort of like fondness, sharing a secret that only we could experience. And it was. Unlike most drug addicts, seeing others high when you weren't piss us off, the exact opposite in fact. Kind of like thinking, 'i know what your feeling, i can feel it too'.

"High as in the adrenaline thing you guys get messed up on?" I heard Sam's equally perplexed voice. I could feel their gaze on us, but i just didn't care. I never cared if people saw us like this. It was what it was and we weren't ashamed of it, let alone ourselves. We were damn proud of it. Even though we hadn't done much to get here.

"Oh yeah, when these two trigger each other it's impossible to tell the outcome," Brandon said, and i could just hear the amusement dripping in his voice.

"How do you mean, looks pretty obvious to me what happens when they get high together," Dean muttered, an even thicker voice now. It hadn't occured to me that they were probably all wildly turned on watching us.

"Nope, not always, if they get into an arguement, all hell breaks loose, same goes if one of them is getting angry about something, more of a body count though. Or they just go nuts."

"How much more nuts?" Sam asked.

"You know, the usual, blow shit up, scheme and put together some wild plan the criminally insane couldn't come up with if their depended on it and have it done in an hour."

"Oh right, the usual," Sam in sarcasm.

But nevertheless, it was the same high as always, maybe not the same. The feeling never lessened, never needed more and more to get that same great feeling of invincibility. Another difference between drugs, it never took more to get to that high point. The same things, and if anything more fascinating and amazing, just because you know what's coming, but it feels like the first time all over again. Because it always feels new.

What made it better? No one else in the world could feel this way unless we showed them. They had to be special, to be different, unique, rare. We get to choose who can feel this way, who gets the privelege. We controlled who gets the knowledge and experience of this power because only we knew how to get here. It was undefinable, indescribable, kind of like love. You knew know exactly how to describe it, how to share or show someone how it feels. Because it's just that, something you feel, something that can't be told, but experienced.

I pulled back, Bella moaning at the loss of contact, and then grabbed her hand. "Let's go," i said thickly, and pulled her towards the room. I felt everyone's knowing look on us as we ascended the stairs and then slammed the door shut behind us.

I locked the door behind us, and as i turned, Bella was pulled my shirt off before i could even blink. I felt my gut tighten even more in expectation, seeing the predatory look in her eyes, the look of raw need and lust. Her set determination, even though she already knew she'd get exactly what she wanted.

Bella grabbed my hips and pulled me into her body roughly. I let out a suprised, 'oompf' and then a huff as she shoved me onto the bed just as harshly. "Holy shit B," i whispered, even more enthralled with her forceful touch.

She didn't get on the bed after me though. Instead, she lifted her off her shirt in a slow teasing motion. I felt myself get a little restless at the slow pace. She revealed her smooth, flaw less cream colored skin and i swallowed thickly at the sight of her perfect body. She moved onto the bed, straddling my body.

"I didn't like what that nobody said very much tonight," she said heatedly, anger sparking her eyes. I stared at her, feeling my body heat up under the possessive look. That look did funny things to me all over.

"I-," she cut me off harshly.

"I dont care what you think, or how you feel, Brandon's right, your pack. You belong to us, and more importantly, you belong to me," i stared wordlessly, mouth opening slightly and i felt my body shift as my lust peeked all the more.

I licked my lips, unsure of whether or not i trusted myself to speak coherently over the torrent of desire and lust inside of me. "I'm not joking Mara, i dont care where you are, or what your doing, you belong to us, and even if you dont want to, you belong to me, always." So matter-of-factly, as though she'd been saying something like 'water is wet' or 'breathing is fundamental'.

There was this pure, primal animalistic look in her eyes that sparked something in me. In less than a second i had us flipped and had her under me. "Funny you say this, Isabella, considering you belong to me more then you'll ever belong to anyone in this whole world. Never forget that, even if you go off and get married to some prick. Your mine, as much as i'm yours." Then i was kissing her again, just as possessively, as hungrily and as passionately as she had just moments ago.