Silver Blood
Bella POV
I hadn't had any serious accidents since my fall last week. Victoria started to me in trig. She seems friendly enough, but not someone I'd like to hang out with. Ben and I haven't used our powers in a while. At least, not the serious ones.
An incident did occur in drama, though, that seemed to trigger a domino effect.
""I want everyone to partner up. For the next week we are going to be working with partners to present scenes from Romeo and Juliette. Then, next week, you are going to create and rehearse your own created scenes." The drama teacher instructed.
"Wanna partner with me?" Alec asked.
"Oh sure." I responded.
To my luck we had to do the scene where they meet at the party. That had more than one kissing scene! Luckily, he said he didn't mind if we didn't practice kissing. At some point I was sure I heard laughing, but I didn't see anyone paying attention to us. Nonetheless, it made me angry with Benjamin.
Since we only had a week, Alec and I began staying after school to practice. To my embarrassment, Rosalie and Benjamin stayed to watch.
I heard Rosalie tell Benjamin, many times, that I was a horrible actress. So much so, that she wanted to cast a spell on me to help. (She couldn't, because James forbid her to cast spells on me. He's not stupid, he knows she hates me.)
A few days later, Jane caught me after school while I was walking with Ben.
"Bella, could you come here?" Jane asked.
"Yeah." I said. I went with her into an empty classroom. "I have a question."
I could hear something that sounded like mumbling. I relaxed it was a spell and mentally called out to Ben.
"Why did you come here?" Jane demanded. "What do you want with my brother?"
It was a truth spell and I couldn't fight the feeling that urged me to tell Jane everything.
Ben clapped a hand over my mouth and took my hand, intertwining our fingers. When we were physically connected, our powers were stronger, complete, and we could use each others abilities. He put a barrier around the room so that no one could leave. We called Rose telepathically, something we could only do together.
As soon as he moved his hand I began to blurt everything out to her. "A vampire named James kidnapped me and my brother. He's keeping us because we are powerful wiccans and we roam all over. He probably destroyed out coven, but we don't know for sure. And I don't want anything from your brother, I just think he's nice."
Rosalie entered the room after my confession. "What's wrong?"
"A truth spell." Ben said. "Bella just spilled."
"Jane didn't cast it." I added. " I heard another voice."
I heard Rosalie whisper a few wiccan words and a spell book appeared in her hands. She said the next spell louder and my mind naturally translated the words. (approximately)
"Reveal all parties with their aura light, bright opposition to my sight."
Ben and I had very faint light, but Jane was brightly illuminated. Another bright light came from behind one of the bookshelves.
I didn't really focus as Rosalie began casting spells to erase their memories. She used multiple spells to be careful, specific, powerful, and accurate. Ben was thinking of calmer images, feeding them to me. Our mother playing the piano for us, fishing trips with our father, festivals with the coven.
I wanted nothing more than to see these images. The memories and the lies he was creating before my eyes, how it would have been if we were still with them. Vaguely, I became aware that Ben was using a spell on me and I mirrored the words and the spell. I wasn't sure what spell it was, but I knew it was something calming.
At some point, James came for us. He carried me in his arms and Ben on his back. I only noticed because of the shift in our bodies and the worry I felt that our connection would be broken. It wasn't, though.
When I woke up James was sitting next to the bed. He was holding my free hand, eyes focused intensely on me.
"Isabella." He whispered, taking my other hand from my sleeping brothers grasp. "You do understand what I'm doing, don't you?"
I didn't understand at first. Then I realized that Rosalie must have reported my confession to him, though I was sure she hadn't heard. I wasn't sure what to say, so I just stayed quite.
"I'm waiting for you, Isabella." James said. "I'm waiting for you to be old enough to be changed, to be romanced, to be loved. I'm waiting to make you my mate."