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Chapter 25: Ooh

Bella's POV

I didn't know whether to snuggle closer to Hayden, sit in his lap, entertain Jeromé's snide remarks or indulge in the staring contest each and every Cullen– with the exception of Carlisle –decided to ensue on me.

Edward had threatened Hayden to the last point and wound up in a seat in between Vladimir and Stefan... along with a more unusual treatment of ripping out his tongue to keep him from hooting and hollering and beckoning me over to him like I was some dog. He might as well had started whistling and waving and snapping his fingers.

Woof! I'd say, panting heavily and come at his every call and need.

At least that's what the old me would do.

I should have felt bad because I mean... it's Edward... and his tongue. No more velvet-oozing, dazzling tone for a while at least until we got back to Romania. Should I have been disturbed to still be slightly effected by his voice? While a part of me despised him with my very existence and would never go back to him, there was this tiny space in my heart that would possibly always belong to him and his dazzling features. It wasn't his to claim anymore of course, and I did have Hayden, but I can say that I didn't completely hate Edward Cullen for what he put me through. I was a lost girl with him and he helped me find myself, I guess you could put it that way.

But as eventful this day was... what got me the most disturbed was to to see Vlad and Stef in such dark moods. I mean they were oncevampire kings that didn't hide themselves from humans in the slightest... But to see Stefan personally grab Edward's tongue as he was busy barking away at Hayden and shouting a mantra of me being his mate and then Vladimir, with that inhuman blur of vampiric speed just snatch his tongue out of his mouth and hold the squirming piece of flesh in his hand, waving it playfully at the angry yet pained ex-boyfriend of mine... disturbing.

"You'd better control your boy," Vladimir scolded Carlisle when we were boarding the plane.

"Before he loses more than a tongue," Stefan finished his sentence, motioning to the ashy blonde, in which Vladimir tossed Edward's tongue to Carlisle who caught it with ease and slight grief engraved in the features of his marbled, handsome face.

It was now an hour into the flight, with only another tensed thirty minutes to go until we

were back home; Bucharest, Romania—well my second home.

The new me did what was most comforting at the moment and was always a way to forget troubles—snuggle closer to Hayden. He pulled me out of my plush seat in the private airplane we journeyed on and made me plant my bottom right where it belonged: his lap.

The beautiful blonde with arms crossed so hard over her chest that they began to chip and crack at the much pressure she applied, snorted. She rose her head high, that perfectly aristocrat pointed nose up in the air, looking down on me as if I was scum. As if I was the very piece of trash Edward and his family made me feel like when they left.

Mind you, this was her fifth time snorting over the silence.

I could deal with every Cullen giving me and Hayden the looks. The different shade of topaz, butterscotch or golden brown colored pairs of eyes belonging to my once-considered-family, each displaying a different emotion, as they examined my older man when he either held my hand, kissed my cheeks, lips or forehead and even as he pulled me into his lap, and probed me like I was a big mystery—an alien, not the girl they left over five months ago... I could take that—but one thing I could not stand was Rosalie Cullen's contemptuous snorts.

As if it was a privilege for her to be in my presence. Like I owed her something.

As Hayden held me in his lap, arms wrapped tightly around my waist, I just gawked at her. Gawked at her with my brown eyes trying to see what I could see.

And it seemed to bother the flawless blonde.

She snorted once again—and I wasn't going to let it slide this time.

I sat up straight, on the edge of my older man's lap, face stoic yet challenging. "Problem?"

Rosalie chuckled bitterly, shaking her head. Looking into the eyes of her family members and husband, she turned her attention back on me. A really nasty glare. "Look who's got a mouth on her now, huh?"

I simply crossed my arms over my chest, just as she had done before and shrugged my shoulders, delicately crossing a leg over the other as I addressed her back, "Took me a while to find it but I'm glad to not be controlled by a bronzed haired, self-centered fucking—" they gasped at my use of language but I didn't care. "perfectionist and his backstabbing, marbled—or should I say plastic as in fake, family that ruined my life the day I came to Forks..."

Rosalie let out a hiss, inching forward in her seat only to be held back by Emmett, "Listen here, you little bitch—"

I didn't give her a chance to speak, ignoring the looks of shock, hurt and guilt from the different pair of Cullen eyes. "You know what? I have you and your family to thank. Without you leaving me and stepping out of my life as if I was some charity case or a fucking toy brought in a store—you helped me to find myself. You helped me to realize who the hell I was and that someone actually, actually really loved me for who I am."

Edward struggled to get out of his seat, restrained by Vladimir and Stefan. He mumbled and mumbled what I could easy comprehend as the typical, bullshit I love you's. "Not try to dress me up like a doll," I went on. Alice looked down, tears that'd never fall, glistening in her eyes. "Not try to control my every move and say what's best for me when it was my life to begin with," Edward probed me with his pleading eyes. I narrowed mine in return. "and not have the decency to put their foot down for once and have a say in what the hell goes on." Esme squeezed the frowning, guilt-ridden Carlisle's hand. "I'm happy where I stand. And if that means against you all, then so be it." - "And newsflash, Rosalie... you were the bitch since day one."

I turned my attention from the seething blond and turned back to Hayden, hugging him tight. His lips were curved into a smug smile and he pat me on the back, silently praising me for having a backbone... one he helped me to find.

"... Damn, Bella." Emmett blurted out with a toothy grin. "I seriously thought you were just a quiet, huggable little human girl but now... wow, you grew up. Brains to lead us all this far, brawns kinda' to put Rosie in her place—" he paused because he elbowed him deep in the stomach, but his burly, muscled arms still held her in place. "and beauty. Little Bella got prettier—ouch!—fuck, Rose!" He whined when the blonde slammed a clenched fist to his face.

"Well you know what they say Emmett..." I winked an eye at him, battling my eyelashes. I felt Hayden snicker into my back as he held in his lap from behind; he knew just exactly what I meant.

"Bells is glowing, isn't she?" Jeromé chimes, never ceasing from filing his fingernails. He blew his now keenly sharpened nail and looked up at the fray in front of him:

An indifferent Vladimir—strange because teasing is his middle name; I came to understand that he was indeed thirsty and very much bored. Eager to see to his ruling against the Cullens.

Edward—his expression changed each and every second. Those perfect arched eyebrows knit, furrowed and finally raised up to his hairline. He couldn't talk—tongue resting safely in Carlisle's pocket; well I didn't know where the muscle was, I didn't really care either. I could get used to not being called and beckoned to by him anyways—seconds later, a low growl threatened to emit from the back of this throat. One back glance to Hayden and I already knew he was sharing our most intimate moments with my mind reading, ex-boyfriend... remind me to slap him for that.

And Stefan... amused, yet analyzing the entire conversation.

"Great!" Rosalie screeched. "Not only did Isabella get a mouth... she also became a whore—"

Hayden leaned forward, his brilliant blue eyes turning into steel. His jaw clenched and his face turning red with anger. "That is enough. Unless you want to end up a bumbling fool just like your brother I suggest you keep your opinions about Bella to yourself. Act the lady you are supposed to be and watch what you say. From what I understand, you've hated her for so long and you think now is the time to release that pent up hatred?"

Rosalie wrung herself up from her seat and out of Emmett's strong grasp, standing up to face Hayden. "Are you threatening me?" She only towered over him for a split second before I was gently nudged up and he stood to tower over her.

"Oh darling, don't fool yourself. It's not a threat if it is capable and will happen if you do not learn your place."

And before either of our parties knew it, we were all standing, face to face like a giant brawl was about to go down on this jet. No one moving an inch.

"Please do it!" Jeromé taunted, his deep red eyes blazing. I never saw him this eager to fight; he must have really hated Rosalie... "I want you to hit Bella or Hayden. I want you to give me a reason to beat you with my slipper and sling your Barbie bitch-ass by the hair out this fucking plane." He moved me aside and got right in her face not even frightened by the menacingly deep growl Emmett drawled out. "Do it."

"Rosalie..." Esme whispered in a pleading tone, flashing a look of worry and concern to the fidgeting blonde.

Carlisle strode over from his seat, getting in between Jeromé and Rosalie, curtly shaking his head to her—finally showing leadership over his family/coven. The blonde immediately stilled herself and flopped down back in her seat but not before scowling deeply at me.

Her words and looks shouldn't have stung as bad as they did—I would never understand why she hated me and what drove the horrible words to come out of her mouth any and every time I used to be around at the Cullen house. And I knew it myself that I was no whore. Perhaps it was because I once saw myself placed with this family. A part of me hoping she'd eventually warm up to me and like me for the human I was and vampire I was going to be.

However, that was the past. I no longer had those intentions... but sometimes you couldn't help but think about what could've been.

We all took our seats.

It was silent once again. And the tension... faded. It was calm. I could hear my own breathing, and Hayden's fluent heartbeat as I rested my head on his chest. One flicker of my eyes to the left, at the beautiful, yet quiet honey-blonde vampire thought to be lethal and dangerous, and I knew it was his doing to calm and dissipate the tension.

He wasn't looking at me; rather studying me.

So I smiled. My lips curved into a small yet warm smile. Jasper Cullen furrowed his eyebrows and even did a human thing by turning around and looking about to make sure my look and smile was directed towards him.

I blinked my eyes, and this time showed teeth in my smile so he knew. And slowly... his stance relaxed, Jasper leaned back into his seat, and his lips slowly crept up into a crooked grin and then beamed a nice smile.

Besides that, not much was said. Carlisle's failed small talk rendered yet another silence.

It wasn't really smart to ask me how I was doing.

I'm pretty sure each and every Cullen was wondering what awaited their fate once we arrived in Romania. We were due to land in just about ten minutes.

Badass Dromé, busy polishing his sharpened nails with a clear coat of nail polish, raked his eyes over each and every vampire not belonging to our side on this plane. "And just so you Cullens know... I didn't decide on if you'd all be better off dead for what you did to Bella—" insert Vladimir and Stefan clearing their throats, a gasp or two coming from Alice and Esme and then Hayden and I giving Jeromé the look. "we—" he paused for a split second to let us know that he corrected himself, "haven't decided on if you all would be better off dead or not for what you did to Bella. So when we land, don't think you can try to pull a Cullen on any of us. I got a sixth sense so strong that I could feel—"

He was interrupted by Jasper, who hadn't spoke not a word at all since I've seen them all back, raising a finger.

"What?" Jeromé popped his lips at the t, putting emphasis on the what.

"You said... pull a Cullen. What exactly do ya' mean with those terms regarding me and my family?"

Oh no. Jeromé had that look in his eyes. His long lips curved into a mischievous smile and he gave a glance to the deeply blushing me and then a full blown out gawk to the glaring Hayden.

"Jasper, baby... so you know what your family name means?"

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"What do you mean you have to go?!" I cried, grabbing a hold of Jeromé's arm. His lips curved into a frown but he simply explained for the eleventh time, "As much as I want to be here to see you snap on the Cullens' and get your retribution, I'm sorry that I can't, honey."

"But can't they wait out just until tomorrow or something?" I was beyond sad now. Jeromé's coven in Australia was in dire need of him. And that was sarcasm. He had to leave now... no exceptions.

"Bells, I've been away for two months already. You know my loyalty is to Vladimir and Stefan but I also have a coven back home. They need me."

"I need you, too Jeromé..." Looking down at the hardwood floorboards of the Romanian penthouse, a heavy sigh escaped my lips. This whole entire journey was accompanied by Jeromé and while I did have Hayden, Vladimir and Stefan... Jeromé had been my ego and confidence. Whenever he was around he gave me an extra sense of feminism and power... how could I possibly face the Cullens without knowing that he was there to watch and have my back if anything went wrong? It just wouldn't be complete without him.

I felt cold fingers brush against my chin and my face was lifted up, bringing my sullen gaze to a pair of fond, deep red eyes. Jeromé placed two hands on my shoulders, "Bella, never in my misunderstood human life or major decades of being a vampire did I think I'd meet such a wreck of a human girl. Sticks and stones broke her heart and she let a shithead of a bronze haired vampire consume her life. She was broken. But you want to know what made her the bad bitch she is today?"

Tears were collecting and now streaming down my face. I gave my best friend and male Alice a meek nod of my head, and he went on, "Her divinity. The divinity she had as a woman. Not her man and his dick she rode like everyday since she came to Romania—" if it was possible to snicker and sniffle up tears at the same time... "or the big bad Dracula 1's and 2's with scary red eyes that had a secretive soft spot for her and opened their arms long and wide, accepting her as a daughter... nor was it the sexy beast of an Australian-Romanian—" we were both laughing now. "No, seriously, he was and is a sexy beast but he helped her transform into her final form, so she could whoop ass, slay all and win the prize—to live again."

Jeromé wrapped his arms around me and bound me in a warm—ice cold—hug, whispering to me, "The point is, you don't need me to do this. You made it this far already, Bells. Just like buff daddy Emmett pointed out, brains because you managed to get them all together and lead them out this far. Brawns, because damn you did put Barbie bitch in her place... and let's just say you gave your ex-boyfriend a hard-on, gave Emmett an attraction to human girls besides his wife so he'll definitely be watching a different kind of porn if they get out of this alive... and Hayden is going to ravage you tonightttt~..."

I know he meant every word. And I knew every word was true. It just took someone as strong and confident as him to tell me. We hugged for a long time—well up until my teeth started chattering from his stone, icy skin. Jeromé let me go and have me a small kiss on both cheeks.

"And a gift before I go..." Jeromé sighed, reaching inside his be-dazzled knapsack resting on one shoulder. In his pearl-colored hands, he produced a big zip-lock bag full of... "Jeromé... where did you get that and please tell me it's not—"

He cut me off, hold the baggy up, and opening it, pulling out a fine grain piece of what I suspected to be marijuana. "Girl, do you think I'm crazy enough to trust you with weed? This is a special herb brought to you by yours truly and of course, the lovely Zafrina." He shoved the suspicious "herb" up to my nose and when I sniffed it... no strong smell of marijuana. But a sweet, tantalizing smell. Water-lillies, strawberrys, freesia and many exotic aromas I couldn't even identify.

"Who's Zafrina and what exactly is that and how is it considered a gift?"

The blonde Australian clicked his tongue and shoved the herb back in the bag. He placed it in my hand and sighed in one unnecessary breath, "A vampire friend from the Amazon coven. And you better be asking these questions for good reasons and just not to stall me from leaving, Bells."

I let out a sigh, tightly clutching the baggy of herbs in my hands before chewing on my bottom lip. "I'm not..." — "Just take care, okay?" I pulled Jeromé into a hug—not without a struggle, he was like... made of stone—and kissed his cheek. "And call me. Call us all. I want to here from you in the morning!"

"Got it, Bells. Smoke those herbs, develop some realizatoon, fuck Hayden and slay on them Cullen-hoes." And with a blink of my eyes, Jeromé was gone.

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I watched as my older man closed the canopy of sheer curtains that towered above our bed. Sitting criss-cross next to him as he plucked a big bud of the fine-grain "herb" Jeromé gave me as a present, we loaded it into a little holder on the hookah-bong and produced a lighter from the pocket of his sweat pants, lighting it.

His blue eyes trailed from the device in his hands to my wary brown ones.

"Now, Isabella, what's going to happen, is the minute you inhale and smoke this exotic herb from the Amazon, will be the moment you'll be gone from reality for as long as needed until you come to realization of how your journey regarding the Cullens are supposed to end."

When I looked confused, because I simply was... He explained into much more depth, "This ruling isn't up to Vlad or Stef. It's all your choice, Isabella. This is your call. Now if you want each and every Cullen ripped apart and torched, no one would stop you. If you want to let them go... no one would stop you. It's your call. And Jeromé knew you would be at a crossroad even coming this far, so he picked up what the Amazon coven use as a sensory objective—the realization herb. You consume by disgesting, drinking or the easiest way—smoking."

I took in all that my older man said to me. His tongue grazed over his lips at seeing me in such deep thought. But the truth was exactly just what he said and what Jeromé thought. I know I had come this far... tricking Alice, chasing down Edward and outwitting, confronting and embarrassing the Volturi as a secret, special thanks to the Romanian vampires for caring for me and making me apart of the vampire world truly... it was such a damn journey. I don't know what in the hell made me even think of something so diabolical yet intelligent. It didn't fail and here I was now. Back in Bucharest, with the Cullens secured in a room of the penthouse with nothing but the moonlight and comfort of each other. They were left to stew and fester in their thoughts until I was ready to talk and deliver the verdict—Hayden was right. It is my call.

But did I know how to go about it? No.

I braced myself, because even thought this was not marijuana or any type of drug considered illegal beyond all circumstances... it would be my first time even attempting something like this. But who was I kidding? Ever since I moved to Forks, everything was a first.

I gave Hayden's lips a deep, but quick kiss before leaning forward to take a hit. I looked him meaningfully in the eyes before bringing the pump to my lips, inhaling... and man was I gone.

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Normal POV

The brunette slowly stirred in her sleep, wrapped naked in a sea of blankets. She rolled over so far on the bed, that her body hit the floor and she awoke with a groan.

Bella's eyes slowly fluttered open and was met with the hardwood floors. A big yawn escaped her lips and she slowly stumbled back into bed, landing ontop of Hayden. He awoke with a groan just as she had and kissed her lips feverishly.

"Perhaps I should have you smoke the realization herb more often..." he rasped in her ears, using a hand to softly grab at her ass, wrapped in sea of covers.

Softly moaning, Bella brought her lips back to his, engaging into of the most surreal and warm kisses they every shared. His lips were soft and molded just perfectly into Bella's. Their fast and passionate kiss turned tides into a more slow and tender approach before both were out of air and gasping against each other's lips.

"That—" Hayden paused to moan as he felt himself get hard. "Is exactly why..." - "Did you know that we had then most crazy, kinkiest sex last night?"

The brunette took a moment to think before chewing on her bottom lip. She sat up, not complete aware that she was straddling his newest man of steel. Bella let out a heavy sigh, scratching the bird's nest of hair settled on top of her head. "No..." her voice was really lagged and drawled out, slowly. "I don't really remember anything... except I had a dream that... he gave me a ring. A ring with a castle on it—a fucking castle, Hayden!"

At that moment, he realized that Bella was still under the effects of having realization. He sat up in the bed, leaning his back against the headboard and wrapped one of the silk sheets like a toga around her naked body to avoid the temptation to make love to her right there—besides, she needed him and not in that way. "Go, on, Bella." He coaxed. "What was wrong with the castle? Every young girl just dreams of living in a cas—"

She cut him off, shaking her head at him. "Every girl but me, Hayden. A ring with diamonds would have been nice. And not for the materialistic value of it. Y-You know I'm no materialistic girl." She held up her left hand and pointed to the ring finger with the other hand. "The diamond ring could have went right there. But nooo, it had to be a castle. He always gave me much more than what I asked for."

And she was right. Edward gave and gave and gave. He pampered and catered to very single one of Bella's unwanted needs. It was one thing to give someone so much of what they asked for. It was another thing to miss the sentimental value some having less but just having what you needed.

Edward would have given Bella a fucking castle—something she didn't want.

But not something so tiny, and insignificant as a diamond ring—a token of his undying love to her— something she wanted.

Him turning her into a vampire would have been equivalent to a diamond ring to ensure her hand in marriage. The sentimental value of her being with him for all eternity, never aging and always by his side was not enough for him. Because he left her as a result of that.

"And you know what happened next?" She whispered, leaning forward. "Two aliens came and chopped off our heads with samurai swords."

"... And what happened after that?" Bella's realization... was a bit weird and baffling to Hayden. But it slowly started making sense.

Bella shrugged her shoulders. "I thought to myself that it was okay, because at least I died with the one I loved... And then I woke up, next to you. Hugging the hell out of you and telling myself that you were one I loved. Not him. It never was him. My body was just... waiting to feel something as strong as what we have right now yet feeling the effects of Edward dazzling me and pulling on my heartstrings, making me feel like I was something, you know?"

She kissed her older man softly. "I peeped a lot of things when I was gone... And as much as I want you to just love me with your body right now..." Bella wiggled her hips, illiciting a deep groan from Hayden. "The Cullens are waiting for me—us."

A/N:

Okay, whilst attending my local movie theatre to watch and enjoy one of the greatest fucking films of my generation, (90s kidsss), Dope Movie, (GO SEE IT NOW) I was clumsy like Bella and thought I slippe my phone in my purse but really, it slipped on the floors and broke, like my screen is all jacked up. The relevance to this story is that, I type drafts of chapters in documents on my phone, because who likes going to a computer and my laptop is annoying.

So what does that mean? Sorta broken phone screen means no typing which means delayed chapters... I know. Send Jeromé to come fire my ass up.

I was so hyped to get this story finished and now I'm all jacked up. I apologize for being so clumsy that it had to screw up flow.

So the next update is undecided... again I apologize.

And the only reason this is update now is because I had half of what you just read done. This was not the intended ending... the confrontation to take place but I can't deal with typing on this murderous tablet of mine. I been struggling since 11am. It's great for everything else but typing up things and uploading.

So again, apologies. In going to try my best to get this next chapter out but it won't be easy.

Now, thoughts on this chapter?

I'm confident in the beginning but not towards the part with after Jeromé left. Please do let me know what you all think.

Thanks for reading!

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