AN: Hi guys! Another one shot here. Do you guys think I should make like a 'Volume 2' to this? Do ya'll really like scrolling down to find 100+ chapters? It doesn't matter much to me, but I am just curious.

This one shot will be a bit different, a little Halloween fun. I also have another one in the works, but I haven't finished it yet.

Updating will be very slow these next few weeks on updating period as I have started a new job and also currently working one, while also going to school so...fun lol

Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned

Pairing: Bella/Jared

Summary: Bella has done something terrible. Something dark. Something that she should have never done. Bella has sinned, and she'll continue to sin.

Rating: M

Note: This story is taking place in a church where crude language is used, and mild sexual content

Isabella Marie Swan stared upon the church conflicted. Some part of her craved to be here. Craved to seek the light that would maybe take away the darkness. Another part of her however was cursing the light. She didn't want the light. She loved the dark. The dark made her feel alive.

Isabella hasn't felt alive in a long, long time.

She sucks in a deep breath, pushing open the church doors. The blast of cool air made her shiver, but she continued on, walking into the empty church. The doors shut behind her, and she was left in a semi lit space. She eyed the empty pews, eyes wandering to the confessionals. She swallows heavily, and slowly walks down the aisle.

She fiddles with her fingers as she stops in front of the confessional cabinet. "Step in my child. I will join you shortly," She jumps at the soft voice, turning her head to see a priest. He smiles at her, waving her on. Isabella does as told, closing the small, wooden door behind her. She waits rather anxiously as the priest finally sits on the other side of the confessional.

Bella bites her lip, not sure where she should begin. She clears her throat. "I...I have done something terrible," She whispers, holding her head down in shame. "You seek absolution dear one?" The priest asks. "Yes. I...it is about my soul, I fear that I have lost it," The priest is quiet for a moment, before speaking softly. "Your soul was never yours to begin with as it belongs to the Lord. Why is it that you think you lost your soul?" Isabella sighs heavily.

"I have lusted. A lust for darkness I crave. I have given my mind, my body, and my soul in a moment of darkness. I have dabbled in the dark arts, tampered with things that lay on the Devil's playground. Oh father, he came to me, and he wore the clothes of that of a human. He offered me temptation, and in exchange I gave him all of me,"

Isabella lets out another breath, her shoulders falling a bit as she hunched forward, clasping her hands under her chin. "During the day I put on this façade, but at night...at night father, I let passion take hold of me, and I lay with darkness. I lay with a demon hiding in sheep's clothing,"

The priest stares upon Isabella with concern, brows drawn in, face scrunched up. "Do you wish to rid yourself of this demon?" Isabella falters at the question. "I..." She eyes the lit candles, closing her eyes momentarily. "I'm sorry Father, but may I have some water?" He nods, and stands, going to fetch her a cup.

Isabella sighs.

A warm hand suddenly ghosts across the back of her neck, brushing away her dark curls. "How sweet. He thinks he can separate us," A voice whispers in her ear. It was deep, smooth, a dark caress that sent chills down her spine. Isabella closes her eyes as lips ghost across her neck. "You and I, sweet girl, made a deal. You're mine now. Though I know you know this," The voice whispers, kissing under her jaw.

"You just..." The voice pauses, humming deeply as Isabella shifts, her white skirt ridding up her leg a bit. A hand now grasps her thigh, squeezing it with pressure. "Like to tempt me. Deep down, you like this. This freedom. You know you do. I know you do. I wonder what Father would do if I fucked you right here. What do you think he'll do, hmmm? Hold up a cross and try to banish me back to hell? Do you think he'll watch?"

Isabella squirms at the thought, a memory making way to the surface.

Two Years Ago

At a crossroads, a young man stares upon Isabella with a look of mischief. "Well, you're quite pretty," He purrs, looking her up and down. Isabella doesn't say anything at first. "I want to make a deal," She speaks softly, eyeing the tanned man with short, cropped hair. He was about 6'2, towering over her easily. "Down to business I see. Whatever you want, you can have. It comes at a price...though I am sure you know that," He warns her, stepping closer to her.

Isabella nods, swallowing. She opens her mouth to speak, but a hand clamps over her mouth. She stares into black eyes, and a devilish smile. "I know exactly what you want,"

Present

"It seems so long ago, doesn't it? What did you want? You remember. You wouldn't admit it at first, but you wanted me. You needed me. You wanted to feel alive...did I make you feel alive?" The question made Isabella squirm again, her heart quickening slightly. A warm body is suddenly next to her, an arm around her shoulders. Another running under her skirt.

"I had you right where I wanted you. Did you think it would be this easy? You are tied to me, just as much as I am tied to you,"

Flashback

"What do I call you?" Isabella stares up at her own personal slice of hell, from her purchase on her bed, her lip stinging slightly as he flicked it with his finger. "Jared. I always liked that name," He muses, eyeing her curiously. "Well, Jared, what do we do? I thought demons seal the deal with a kiss, not come home with them and take up residence in their house for three weeks,"

Jared smirks down at her, "Smart on you are. Yes, yes, that's usually how it goes, but your deal requires a bit more...up close and personal attention," Isabella frowns. "Like?" Jared leans down, hearing her heart quicken, and her breath hitch. His lips brush against hers, barely a kiss, and he says, "I require a bit more than a kiss,"

The ease in which Isabella accepted Jared's advance should have scared her. It wasn't that she didn't want to, it was the fact that she did want to. She had given, her mind, then her body, thus giving her soul to him in a forever binding contract. He was surprisingly gentle their first time, something that surprised Isabella.

That once turned into twice, and twice into more than she could count. Jared had ultimately given her what she wanted. She had never felt so much like herself than when she was with him. He didn't look at her sideways when she said something weird, he was there for her in ways no one possibly ever was.

She felt like she owned the world around him.

Weird as it was, she liked it.

Jared could say that he had become slightly infatuated with her. She was indeed right that a kiss was all he needed... but it was true that he was the only thing that could make her achieve happiness. True happiness. Her true self. She wasn't the light to his dark. In fact, she could be just as dark as him on a bad day. Then again...there was some part of her that had some good within her. Some part that detested him, but in truth, all parts of her craved him.

Isabella had sealed their fate the moment she made her deal.

Flashback Cont.

Hot hands burned her cool skin as they traveled every inch of her. "Take it, I know you can," Came a harsh, heated whisper, followed by a throaty groan. "Give yourself to me, and I promise...I promise I'll never leave," Isabella didn't know whether to cry or scream. It was a strangled mix of both as Jared didn't relent, his body overlapping hers so perfectly, the feeling so intense. She had never felt so connected.

Jared's laugh was like a drug, and ironically, it was like Angel's were singing. It drew her in, and never let her go. "You're all mine now," He growled into her ear.

Present

Jared smirks down at her, nudging her chin with his finger. "Do you know how pretty you are?" He asks, watching her blush under his heated gaze. "How tempting?" He whispers. "You are not allowed here!" The voice of Father does nothing to Jared, his attention fully focused on Isabella. "Whatever you say Father Lane," Father Lane gasps softly, the cup in his hand all but forgotten. Isabella blinks a few times, her brows furrowing as she stared up at Jared.

"There is nowhere to go my love. Even God can't keep us apart," Jared brushes her hair off of one shoulder, tilting her head so that the candles would catch the mark that laid upon her neck. This caused Father Lane to halt in his endeavors of trying to remove such an unclean spirit.

He immediately drops down to his knees, a prayer falling from his lips.

On the ceiling of the church was a painting.

A painting of an identical image of what was transpiring below.

As Jared touched upon this mark, Isabella threw her head back, making eye contact with the image. She closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his touch.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned," She whispers, Jared's angelically demonic laugh following after her.