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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, 536

{Chapter 13}

"Because of our guest's presence tonight, we will have to start with a spell we never use during Samhain, but I'd rather not take any chances."

I frowned at Marcus' words, confused by their meaning, but I refused to react to his taunting. I was going to rise above it and act as a true leader.

"Our grounds have been tainted by white magic, and we need to prevent it from disturbing our rituals any further than what it already has by binding it. We are going to manipulate the energy force, strengthen ourselves and our protection. So clasp your hands together and focus on the energy."

It was impressive to witness how almost everyone closed their eyes and grabbed the hand of the person next to them until they all formed a long chain. The only one I could see who hesitated was Edward who shot a glance in my direction before he also closed his eyes and mimicked the position of the rest of the coven.

I was positive that the spell Marcus was leading the coven into would be directed toward me, as I was the only one that possessed white magic in that room, but since neither side of me had a stronger hold, I was curious to see if a spell created against Good Witches would actually work.

Charlie, who I could now see was standing to the side, was looking at me, and in his contemplating eyes, I saw how his thoughts were in line with mine.

Still, I wasn't happy that Marcus continued to insult me by practically calling for an attack against me, and I was all too aware of how alone I was. Both Edward and Charlie had already warned me that I would be by myself if the night came to this, so if I was injured by the spell, I wouldn't receive any help, and I couldn't leave either. It would show the Evil community a weakness, and I couldn't have that.

I doubted any protection spell of mine would do any good against an entire coven, but I wasn't going to be a sitting duck either. I didn't bring my dagger, and I had nothing sharp on me, so in order to collect any blood, I started to suck hard on the finger Edward had nicked earlier until I tasted rust. I only got a small amount out of it, but it was all I had.

As discreetly as I could while still keeping my eyes on Marcus, I used my little finger to draw the symbol of protection, a double-edged axe, in my blood on the palm of my hand, and then I whispered the spell.

Turner be turned,

Burner be burned.

All that will find me is what could,

So that all may be as it should.

Powers of Night and Day,

I summon thee, to protect me!

The symbol glowed weakly before it sank into my hand and left nothing behind. I caught Charlie's eyes again, and when he gave me a nod, I knew he'd seen what I'd done, and he approved of my attempt to do what I could to protect myself.

Marcus began chanting, and simultaneously, the rest of the coven echoed him. Fascinated by what they were doing, I leaned forward in my chair to listen to the words, but it was in Latin, and I wasn't fluent in that language yet. Faster and faster they chanted until it was impossible to distinguish any clear words. Their eyes were still closed, yet they were synced to the point of being one mind, and I didn't understand how they were doing it.

They all released each other's hands and quieted down until the room was absolutely silent, and I wondered if that was it. Then, in one movement that was synced to perfection, they connected their hands again, palm to palm, with a thunderous clap, and I was thrown back against the back of the chair I was sitting in.

I could feel the intrusion of black magic in my head, how my good side tried to fight it but was too weak against the sheer amount that had been thrown at me. It was like invisible shackles that closed around my wrists and forced them hard against the armrests.

Half of me felt paralyzed, completely unable to move, but the other half, my dark side, was beyond pissed off. I knew they were going to attempt something, but to actually throw the magic of over fifty full-powered Evil Witches against one of me was something I was not going to stand for.

The entire coven turned to look at me, but it was Marcus eyes that I glared into. He smiled his sinister, cold smirk, and I just lost it.

He thought he'd won. Boy was he wrong.

My breathing quickened as my anger fueled me, and when the coven gasped and scrambled backward away from me, I knew that they were seeing what Edward, Charlie, and Renee had witnessed back at the cabin; my eyes transforming into their swirling, icy blue color.

I started to shake and clenched my hands into fists, and for the first time I was able to see the invisible magic that restrained me. It was like flaming orange ropes that were tied around my wrists and across my chest, but as soon as I looked at them, they disintegrated completely, and I rose to my feet.

In a controlled pace, I determinedly made my way across the room. The witches standing between me and Marcus were frozen in place, but as soon as my eyes landed on them, they cowered away and stepped aside.

Finally, I reached the front where Marcus, Chelsea, and Edward stood. Marcus wasn't smiling anymore, and his brown eyes were hard as flint, Chelsea looked at me with guarded disgust, and Edward looked at me with awed pride. Our eyes met, and he gave me his silent consent to my unspoken question.

"Abi!" I raised my hand and threw Marcus hard against the stone wall behind him. He fell into a coughing heap on the floor as the air was forced from his lungs. Chelsea stepped in between us, but I just tilted my head to the side.

"I'd think twice before doing anything, Chelsea, or would you rather join your husband?" I threatened.

Still staring at me, Chelsea stepped back, and I walked up to the so-called leader on the floor.

"Offoco." My hand formed into a claw that I directed at Marcus. His coughing ceased as I slowly closed his airways.

Nobody tried to stop me, and I crouched down to look into Marcus eyes. He didn't look panicked, and I was positive he could conjure up a non-verbal spell in his mind that made it possible for him to do without air for a short time, and that was more than enough for me to get what I wanted to say across to him.

"It was very very stupid of you to try that Marcus. I recommend that, in the future, you assess the amount of power in your target correctly before pissing them off. You might find yourself in a less life-threatening predicament if you do so."

I leaned even closer, my lips almost touching the shell of his ear as I whispered for him only. "I'm not gonna kill you tonight, Marcus. I'm just gonna watch as your coven lose their respect and fear for you, and I'm gonna enjoy every second of it. But listen carefully. My destiny is to lead, and that includes you as well. Go against me again, and I will gladly burn you to ashes." My last words came out as a hiss, and then I took a step back and released the pathetic excuse of a man, and he immediately began coughing violently again.

My eyes were burning painfully at this point, but I was calming down and a few seconds later, when I faced the coven again, the burning stopped and I knew my eyes were back to my regular dark brown.

"All of you need to know this," I said loudly to the lot of them. "I am neither Evil nor Good. I am both and have therefore created a new kind of Witch. The regular spells created to dispel Good and Evil magic does nothing to me. I advise you all to never attempt what you did tonight on me again. It won't work, I can guarantee you that." I didn't know how I knew this, but I did. The answer was just there in my head, and it was suddenly the most obvious thing to me.

"You might not agree with me or the changes I intend to bring into our world, but frankly, it doesn't matter. You can all keep your leaders if that's what you want, but always remember that those leaders will have to answer to me from now on. There is a new higher step on the hierarchy ladder."

With those words, I turned on my heel and left them in stunned silence. When I was almost out of the room, I stopped and looked over my shoulder. "Edward?"

He smirked and walked up to me. I entwined my fingers with his and we left Stoneheart Mansion together. He didn't even look back at his parents.

Back at the car, I noticed a few of the Witches trailing out through the front entrance and stopping to look at us. At the very front was the familiar face of Alice. Her gray, emotionless eyes locked with mine for a moment before she gave me a nod, and I knew that she accepted me as the new leader of the magic community.

That was one, now I just needed to convince the rest.

"Where to, Angel?" Edward asked as he started the engine.

"Back to the cabin," I said. "We'll be alone there."

He glanced at me from the corner of his eye. His silent question was so obvious that it caused me to laugh. I winked at him, and he instantly pushed down on the gas.

"Horny bastard," I called him with a smile.

"And it's entirely your fault," he replied. "If you weren't so damn sexy all the time, we wouldn't have this problem."

"Who said it's a problem?"

He laughed with me this time. "It's no wonder I love you."

It didn't take long for us to reach the cabin and as soon as the engine was killed, Edward was out to open my door for me, but it wasn't out of chivalry. He did it to pull me out of the vehicle and trap me between him and the car's body while devouring my mouth as if he was starving.

"Impatient much?" I asked when he let me go for a second, only to hoist me up and pull my legs around his waist.

"I've waited for this for six weeks. Can you blame me?" he thrust his hips into me unabashedly, and I gasped at the feeling. He was already hard, and I didn't doubt that he would take me against the car if I allowed it.

"I don't want to blame you for anything. I just want you to take me to bed."

I didn't need to tell him twice. He secured his hold on me by holding on to the back of my thighs and carried me in that manner, my skirt pulled up and my ankles locked behind him.

In the hall, he let me down on my feet but immediately started to pull me by the hand toward the stairs, all the while smiling widely at me.

"You're looking awfully smug," I told him as he continued to lead me into my room, but he didn't bother to close the door. We had the cabin to ourselves, after all.

"I finally have my girlfriend to myself, and we have a bed to stretch out in instead of the cramped backseat of my car. Shouldn't I look a little smug?" he replied with a smirk.

I laughed and leaned in to kiss him. "I guess I can allow some smugness then, and I'll admit that I already feel ten times better myself, having you all alone, and being away from your dad," I murmured in his ear.

He cringed. "Don't mention my dad now! I beg you!"

"Really? I'd like to hear that." I gave him a smirk and pushed him down on my bed. He landed on his back and I started to back away, but I wasn't fast enough to get out of his reach. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer.

"Don't play games with me now, Angel. In this relationship, I'm not the one who will beg," he said, but I raised my brow at him.

"Neither am I. Seems like we have a problem," I said and took a hold of his shoulders. I squeezed, and I knew it was on the verge of being painful, but I was making a point.

"Not if you take your clothes off," he said, unembarrassed by his crudeness, but I wasn't about to fold to his demands. He liked it when I was in charge, he had said so himself just a few hours earlier, and I was going to demonstrate for him exactly how much in charge I could be.

I removed his hands from me with mild force and stepped out of his reach.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a confused frown.

I smiled. "Strip," I ordered and his eyes widened infinitesimally at the abrupt command I issued. I wasn't the stroking, flattering, or pleading girl I was our first time. I had changed since then, and he could now clearly hear it in my firm and authoritative, yet distant tone. Especially since I wasn't touching him, either.

He didn't move, and I tilted my head slightly to the side. "Now."

I locked my eyes with his, and he didn't even blink as he started to unbutton his shirt, one agonizingly slow button at a time, revealing another few inches of skin the further he went. I remained in front of him, unmoving and still not touching him, but the arousing energy in the air was vibrant and consumed me, moved all over my body and seared my skin with the emotional heat of Edward's stare.

He pulled his shirt all the way off and stood up off the bed. Like the previous time, his tattoo drew me in, and I broke our locked gazes to look down at it. Now, when I knew the full meaning of the symbol, it lured me in deeper, and I reached out to trace it with my index finger.

Edward's skin erupted in goosebumps as my nail scratched him lightly, and when I traced my fingertips over his nipple, he startled a bit, but collected himself quickly.

"Do I have to take off my pants on my own or will you help?" he asked and his voice was rough from arousal.

I bit my lip to keep from smiling. I enjoyed teasing him way too much, but I wanted to see how far I could push him before he couldn't take anymore. "I believe a big boy like you can do without help," I replied and drew my fingers down his abs but stopped right above the waistband of his pants.

He lifted my chin and made me look into his deep eyes. "Fine, but don't peek," he said, trying to regain the dominance.

I did as he told and continued to look into his eyes as I both heard and felt how he unzipped the fly and allowed that last of his clothing fall to the floor by his feet.

Even though I wasn't looking, I knew he was completely nude in front of me. "Commando, huh?"

He gave me a small shrug. "I prefer it that way."

I stood motionless because I had felt the shift of power, and it was his turn now, and he knew it. He turned me around so that my back was to him and he both unzipped my dress and popped my bra open in one move.

"Impressive," I commented. "If you can get me naked in only one more move, I'll do anything you want," I said, and he chuckled in my ear.

"You should at least give me a challenge, Angel."

And with his hands he traced underneath my dress, under the straps of my bra and followed the movement all the way down my arms. When he was in line with my hips, he smoothly hooked his thumbs into my underwear and pulled them down with the rest of my clothes.

When he straightened back up, he leaned close to my ear and whispered. "Get down on the bed."

A shiver of pleasure ran through my body, and I walked around him to slide down on my knees on top of the covers.

I wasn't at all uncomfortable that my ass was on complete display for him as I crawled on all fours into the middle of the mattress. Quite the opposite because I knew he was staring, and despite being at his mercy, I held infinite amounts of power over him.

Only seconds passed before I felt him kneeling behind me. He moved his hands across my back, up my shoulders and down my arms until he could lace our fingers together. "I hope you weren't expecting slow and sweet," he said.

"I never do with you," I replied, but all I could really focus on was the feel of his chest pressed against my back, and his cock resting against my ass.

And then he was inside me with so little effort because I was already wet beyond belief from our non-tactile, power stare foreplay. His hands gripped my hips forcefully, exactly where it mattered, exactly where some demonic set of nerve receptors I had until then only been semi-aware of waited to be found and used.

It was impossible to know who was moving, if it was him or me.

He struck fire in me over and over. I had to let out an astonished sound, in gratitude at being touched in that right place, and all too soon, I cried out his name.

I couldn't get enough of him. I was tired and sore but I didn't care. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted the ache. I wanted him, all the time.

His weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me. I wanted to drop mine on him.

I straddled him where he was lying on his back next to me, having just recovered his normal breathing. I'd never been on top before. I couldn't really believe I was doing it because despite feeling the changes in my psyche and body since I got my powers, a part of me still remembered the girl I used to be. The girl I was even before Edward.

She would never have had the confidence to do what I did right then. I shackled his wrists to his pillow with my hands and guided him back in.

He felt deeper in me this time. I would never forget it.

I was in charge this time and he liked it. I held his hands down firmly. He grinned at me and pretended he was trying to break free. I leaned forward and let my breasts touch his face.

His eyes darkened.

He went mad; he bucked, and I pushed down harder. There was no end to it, no end to the new things. He did something. I copied him. I did something. He did it back. He rolled me over and drove me into the mattress. I thrust back up against him, forcing more of him into me. The whole room rocked

Edward drove himself harder into me, and I was whining with pleasure. I would come again very soon.

He alternated between going slow and then fast, and it almost drove me mad. Then, he pushed my knees up higher and sped up the movement of his hips. He was close and so was I.

We hadn't used a condom this time either, but there was no threat of being tainted by Evil magic now, and there was just a part of me who knew that a pregnancy wasn't going to happen either, and it wasn't simply a naïve teenage thought either.

I couldn't explain it, but I knew.

Edward threw his head back and shouted when he came, and the sight of him falling into complete pleasure caused me to clench around him and my own, second, orgasm to ripple through me.

He remained on top of me, still inside, and both of us shook from the sheer force of what we had just experienced.

A/N:

That was an intense lemon to say the least!

Well, I felt you guys deserved it, and B and E as well. It's 11 chapters since they got to be with each other like this, or six weeks I guess xD

How do you feel she handled Marcus? What do you think will happen around all of that in the future? How will Bella handle being an Original on top of a leader, and why does she always have these "feelings" she can't explain that causes her to just know things?