A/N's: Thank you all for the amazing response to the last chapter, I got the most reviews so far. I'd like to thank Chrissy for her lovely comments but as your reviews are anon, Chrissy, I can't reply. Spellbound was pimped on the Twilight Lexicon forum, which made my week. If you're joining us from there, Welcome, I love you already for reading but will be your fangirl if you review. (wink) Thank you Navarre for spreading the word, there's a chocolate shaped Edward on his way to you.

Thank you AcrossTheSkyInStars for being your most wonderful Beta self. Tanya's fic "Forgive me, Please" will also be updated today, and it's wonderful.

Disclaimer: Look, do we have to do this everytime? It's like rubbing salt in the wound! We do? Oh for the love of .... ok, it's Stephenie's. Now can I go off and sulk?

Ch14 Birthright

I spent most of the night on the window seat, looking out into the night, hoping to catch a glimpse of Edward.

He never appeared.

James slept soundly.

After I had accepted his proposal, he'd led me to the bed and touched my face softly before pulling me into his arms to hold me, almost tenderly, against his chest. It didn't matter that he was gentle, he still repulsed me.

"You will see a different side to me, Isabella. I have been an angry man for so long but I feel with you, I can change."

I bit my tongue. Had Victoria been told the same thing before he killed her?

I fought to remain calm and not snipe at him. I didn't want to invoke his temper. I had to play it safe, and if that meant feigning an exterior I wasn't feeling, I had to try.

But inside, I was screaming.

"Can we do this the right way?" I'd asked him, praying he would accept and I did not have to endure his touch.

"What do you mean?"

I swallowed, I was so nervous for his reaction. "I w-want us to wait." My voice was practically a whisper.

"And what if I say no?" He raised one brow at me and leant in a little closer, intimidating me by pushing me back onto the pillows. "You just made a promise to me so I have a right to – touch you." He breathed the word 'touch' and licked his lips as he looked down my body.

"If you say no, then you break your promise to me, so I owe you nothing in return."

I tried to hold my shoulders square and push myself back up into an upright position. James relented slightly, letting me sit rather than lay on the bed.

He moved his hand and flicked my hair over my shoulder. I'd closed my eyes and thought of Edward.

It pained me to be near James after I had exchanged such intimate moments with Edward. I'd invited him to drink from me again and we had shared ourselves, not just in body and blood but also in heart. By stepping away from Edward into a promise of commitment with another man, I was betraying my heart, but at what cost could I have refused?

Being around James was like walking on eggshells, it was a battle to try to read him and his moods. He had pure malice running through him and I could never anticipate his actions. I had to be careful, I had to accept. What would've happened if I'd said 'No'?

I have no doubt he would've punished me by hurting Charlie.

For a brief moment back in the cells I had even contemplated leaving with Edward; to just flee from the cells and find freedom together. But the people left behind would then become our sacrifice. I could never live my life with him, knowing lives had been lost at our expense.

I thought back on the moment Edward had held James by his throat. He could have snapped his neck in a heartbeat. I fantasized about it, imagining his neck shattering into a mass of bone fragments with the simple click of Edward's fingers. I imagined the life draining from his body, the light in his eyes dimming till it was as black as his heart.

No one would mourn him.

It would've taken no effort for Edward to snap him, but we would've suffered after. It was true that no one knew for sure if James had actually left instruction for his death to be avenged by slaughtering the other prisoners, but like all the other factors we faced, could we really take a chance?

Too many people depended on this to work; for Edward to go with Rosalie to the caves and to free them all. If we were able to eliminate James's tools, we could defeat him, finally. But Edward had to first find Rosalie and convince her.

She had refused to take Carlisle, Mary Alice, and Jasper after they had left us, for reasons unknown to us. I still wondered if we could really trust her.

Edward seemed sure we could, and as the mind reader, I trusted his judgement. He'd caught glimpses of information about Rosalie that none of us would ever know. But she was an excellent actress, and for now, she had fooled James. Maybe she could fool Edward too?

Kneeling on the floor in front of me, James had reached out and took my hand. I'd flinched involuntarily, and to my horror, James noticed.

"You're afraid of me." He'd frowned. "That's my fault, I have treated you appallingly."

I didn't respond. What could I say? He knew it was the truth.

"You have to understand, I find it hard to trust, and I must protect myself."

"From me?" I'd asked meekly. "I'm not a danger to anyone."

"You are more dangerous than you realise, Isabella. You have yet to learn."

"You arrested me for crimes of witchcraft when I had committed none, and now you say you want me to learn the power of sorcery. I don't understand you."

"I have to uphold the law to the common folk, Isabella. If I had not arrested you, they wouldn't respect me. They have to respect me. But if I see an opportunity, I will use it. You could be very useful to me."

"Am I just another pawn in your game, James?"

"We are all pawns, Isabella. I play a part too." James then smiled at me. "Ok," he said.

"Ok?"

"I told you I would change for you. I can be a better man and I will show you. We will wait until after the wedding."

"Really?" I was stunned.

"It's a novel idea, but I'm a red blooded man, Isabella. I fear the temptation may be too much."

I'd looked away, biting my lip.

"Isabella," he groaned as he watched me. "That's exactly the type of temptation I'm talking about. You test me."

I'd stopped biting.

He had told me he would resist consummating our relationship before the wedding but insisted I lay with him as he wanted to hold me. I thought I'd pushed my luck for one night and silently, I'd lay beside him.

His touch had been warm as his arms snaked around my waist and he'd pulled me close to his body. I could feel every inch of him pressed against my back and I struggled to stop myself from throwing off his arm and running from the room.

He was too warm, and after a while I'd pushed aside the blankets and welcomed the cool air blowing in from the window.

I remained still until his deep and even breathing relaxed his body and I knew he was asleep. Throwing off his arm, I'd walked over to the window.

I sat for a while, just looking out into the shadows. I wondered again if he was there, as he said he would be; always close enough to hear my heart beat. Right now, I wanted my heart to stop beating. I was miserable.

Edward had left because he was free, but he had promised to rescue me; to rescue us all. I had no doubt he would remain true to his word, but I missed him so much, the ache was palpable. I hoped with all my heart that Edward knew I had not betrayed his love. He was mine and I was his, nothing could change that but just like Edward, I had a role to play and I prayed that one day, he would understand; I had no choice.

I wondered what we would be doing now if I'd begged him to take me with him. Where would we have gone? Edward had no home, none that he'd told me about anyway. But of course, materialistic issues like that didn't bother me, as long as I was with Edward, I would always be home.

I thought back on my acceptance to marry James and wondered what may have come to pass if I had declined. I was in no doubt that I'd made the right choice, the only choice available to me in truth, but it didn't stop me from crying.

So I let my tears fall, unabashed, and opening the window wider, I whispered into the night, "Forgive me, please."

The wind howled as if in reply; its echo reverberating around the courtyard, lifting high into the open windows.

It resonance sounded haunting and I continued to cry, trying to convince myself it was not the sound of my Vampire's heart breaking.

James woke early and hungry.

"Let's celebrate!" He exclaimed, walking to the door. He spoke to the guard outside and then closed the door and approached the bed again.

I'd returned to his side as dawn broke over the horizon and he smiled at me as he opened his eyes. I wanted to slap him.

He moved his hands up my arms and rubbed at my bare skin. I shuddered again from his touch. He disgusted me. It was another reaction I couldn't hide from him so I attempted to cover up by lying.

"I'm cold."

James stood and went to the closet. He came back with a black shrug, and placed it over my shoulders. It was smoother than any wool I had ever felt and I ran my hand over it slowly, relishing in its softness. As my fingers brushed over the soft fibres it seemed almost iridescent as it caught the light from the candles.

"It's a new weave," James explained. He seemed pleased by my reaction to the clothing.

"It's beautiful," I said, pulling it in closer to me. "Was it – Victoria's?" I regretted my words instantly. I shouldn't intrude, especially on this part of his life. It made him mad.

"No, Isabella. It's yours. This entire closet was designed for you." He seemed a little sad at my assumption and once again, he surprised me.

A knock at the door caught his attention and he held out his hand to help me stand.

"Where are we going?" I asked, quietly.

"To celebrate, of course." He smiled at me and walked me back to my new rooms. "We will breakfast with your father and tell him the good news."

I stood quietly, as he announced the engagement to Charlie. I watched as my father raised his brows at James's statement but he didn't comment on the new development and I silently thanked him for not creating a scene. Once again, my father was just accepting.

But I knew he must have questions, he wasn't a fool. He would bide his time till we could talk in private. A non-verbal understanding was made between us, and so he too played along with the charade.

The meal had been immense but Charlie had picked at his food. I worried about him, he looked dreadful. His skin was a pattern of bruises and cuts and it just reminded me of how vicious James was.

How could I continue with this act when all I wanted to do was scratch his eyes out?

"Daddy, you need your strength." I begged him to eat, bringing Charlie to James's attention. He summoned Carlisle to tend to him again, but Charlie insisted he felt merely tired and so Carlisle left him a sedative. He caught my eye as he turned to pull the door closed and briefly flashed me a smile. It was small and over in a second, but it gave me strength, being reminded that other's also had much to lose. We were all actors in the greatest roles of our lives.

"Will you excuse me?" James pushed back from the table and followed Carlisle out, leaving Charlie and I alone. I reached out took the small pouch of sleeping powder Carlisle had left behind. I stood and went to the dresser, and halving the contents I hid some in a handkerchief and retied Charlie's pouch.

I placed the handkerchief in my pocket. If I had to sleep next to that man another night, I needed some help. I turned back round to face my father.

"You spent the night with him," Charlie stated. I could hear the disgust in his voice.

"We didn't – I never –" I stopped trying to explain. Charlie relaxed slightly at my short explanation. He hated this as much as I did.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Charlie asked.

"Not really," I admitted. "I figured it would buy us some time, we need all the help we can get until Edward can find the others."

"The others?"

"There are other prisoners, dad, and until their free, there's no hope."

"How do you bear it?"

I looked up at him, my eyes wide. I shook my head. "What choice do I have?" I started to cry. Charlie stood and walked to my side, he pulled me into his arms and held me, and it was exactly the comfort I needed. In the arms of my father, I could almost believe everything would be ok.

"I will kill him myself," Charlie muttered. He pulled away from me and gripped my shoulders. "I swear to you, Bella, I will not let a wedding take place. He will not take you to his bed as his wife. I will kill him first."

I nodded, wiping at my tears. "I'd rather die than be his wife."

"Is there really no other choice?"

"Daddy, I could've left with Edward, I could've begged him to take me with him but all those people –" I was unable to finish my sentence but Charlie understood.

"You always think of others, and look where it's gotten you."

"You taught me right from wrong. I said 'yes' to bide time. If he thinks I'm willing to surrender then we're all safe, for now."

"I hate that you're the one compromised for the sake of others." Charlie lifted my face so my brown eyes met his; the same colour, the same shape, but where Charlie's reflected determination, mine echoed with despair.

"Promise me, Bella, if you ever have to choose between me and your heart again, you will always choose your heart."

I shook my head. "I can't do that."

"Yes you can. Listen to me, you're my baby, and it's my responsibility to sacrifice for you, not the other way round. Come here." He crushed me to him again. "My Bella," he cooed.

"Will you try to eat for me?" I begged him, and smiling, Charlie complied.

"That man turns my stomach," he told me as he ate. I grinned at him. He just got it; he always did.

"I'm so glad you're here," I whispered, and swallowing his mouthful down, Charlie winked at me and carried on with his meal.

"What happened to you after you stopped writing to me?"

"That was when I was bought here, dad. I was accused of witchcraft because Mrs. York couldn't admit her husband was a cheat and a liar. James came and took me. Edward was already a prisoner here too."

"Tell me about Edward," Charlie said, as he finished eating. I helped him over to the chair by the fire and sat on the floor by his feet.

"What would you like to know?" I asked.

"Whatever you'd like to tell me."

"He has been my strength and my friend, dad. I wouldn't have made it through the last few weeks without him."

"And you love him?"

I nodded. "I can't imagine my life without him."

"But Edward isn't – he's not – he's – what is he?"

"Do you really want to know, dad? Does it actually matter?"

"I guess not, all I really need to know is will he ever hurt you?"

I turned and knelt, placing my hands over my father's in his lap. "I am safer with Edward than with any other. Please know that whatever happens, I go with him willingly."

Charlie pulled one of his hands free and cupped my cheek. "When did you grow up?" He sighed.

"About a month ago!" I laughed. Charlie smiled too but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Why didn't Edward kill James when he had the chance?" He finally asked. His voice was quiet.

My father had never been a fighter, so to talk about death at another man's hand was unusual and against everything he believed in. He had raised me and taught me to respect life, and I had done so until now, with pride and reverence. I was a young girl who believed in the words of her father. But since I'd met James I had come to understand that some people are just beyond respect and redemption; there are some souls that can't be saved.

"If Edward had killed James, the other prisoners, me, you; we'd all be dead too. He has issued an order with his guard to execute us all, should he die."

"I'm not at all surprised that man has underhand tactics."

"Dad, I have to ask you about Aunt Irina." I needed to change the subject. I had my own questions and I hoped Charlie could answer them.

Charlie nodded. "I thought you might."

"Is she truly a witch?"

Charlie nodded again.

"Am I?" I whispered.

Charlie hesitated this time. Smoothing his hand down my hair, he tucked it behind my ear. "I was never sure," he said quietly.

"I don't understand how this works," I said. "Is it hereditary?"

"I don't really know all the facts Bells," Charlie explained. "I never questioned your mother."

"My mother?" I asked. "How does she come into this?"

I'd never known my mother for she had died in childbirth, and Charlie had raised me with the help of my mother's sister, Irina. We had been a small but happy family. Irina lived with us at first but eventually, she'd moved into a cottage close by. I loved her dearly and missed her too.

"The very first time I saw your mother, she bewitched me. She had long dark hair, much like yours." Charlie pulled my hair over my shoulder and watched as the firelight glimmered in its lustre. Auburn lay in the tresses, captured only by light. I always liked how my hair looked in the sunlight.

"She had the bluest eyes, I felt like I was drowning every time I looked into them. She had a crazy laugh, loud and exuberant, but it didn't suit her because she was such a small woman. She should've had a giggle, not this booming, man chuckle." We both laughed at his words, Charlie lost in his memories, me imagining what those memories were like.

"She was laughing the first time I saw her and I just stood and stared. She walked right up to me and introduced herself. Aye, she was brazen in her ways, Bella, but only with me.

"Not long after we met, there was an altercation between her and a farmer at the town fair. Irina and Renee had brought fruits and vegetables to sell, grown in their garden. He started some trouble and I tried to help but Renee told me it wasn't necessary. She walked right up to him and ripped off his shirt pocket. She held it between her hands and I heard her muttering but I couldn't understand what she was saying. He seemed to give up and he left. Two days later I heard he was dead."

"Do you think she had something to do with that?"

"He was a strong, well built young man, Bella, he wasn't sickening for anything and yet he was found, pale and stiff, with not a single injury on his body. I never asked, she never told, but I always wondered. We were married six months after and then you came along the following year."

I watched as Charlie wiped his eyes and sat in silence for a moment. I wanted to hear more but couldn't intrude on his reminiscence. He eventually spoke again, his voice soft and wistful. "The day you were born was the happiest and cruellest day of my life, Bella. I gained you but lost Renee. She had spoken oddly for weeks before your birth. I think she was trying to make me understand, but I was a fool and kept hushing her, telling her not to worry. I could see it upset her, I should've listened."

"What did she say?"

Charlie cleared his throat. "She told me she had made a sacrifice to be with me. That her love for me would surpass all time. I never understood that."

"Maybe she meant she'd love you even after her death?" I tried to comfort him.

He nodded. "I thought so too, but Irina told me more, after she'd gone. She said Renee had a choice to make and she had chosen me, but with that choice came sacrifice and it had made Renee vulnerable. She also said that good had come from it because you would be greater than her or Renee ever were."

"Do you know what she meant by that?"

"I didn't, not really." Charlie looked away from the flames and at me. "But I have a theory."

I smiled at him; my father was not a great man for epiphanies.

"I think Irina was telling me that Renee had given up her life as a sorceress to be mine. She had been granted the life of a mortal and with that she was able to give me a child, but it also made her – too human. But I can't ever regret her choice, without it I wouldn't have you."

"Did she die because she gave up her birthright?" I found it hard to refer to her as a witch. She was my mother, no other title was necessary.

"I thought so, but Irina told me years later that a witch should be careful of her spells. It can come back threefold. As a witch she would be safe, but once she became mortal, for me, that curse came back to haunt her and she may as well have cursed herself. She set herself up for three times more suffering; she lost her husband, her child, and her life."

"Dad." I got to my knees and turned his face to mine. "I'm sure she didn't realise her self defence would end like that. She couldn't have – she wouldn't have done that to you or herself, willingly."

Charlie nodded and sat back in the chair, his eyes back on the flames. He watched them dance, licking at the air, infusing the room with heat, yet I felt cold. "I wish I could've known her," I said to him.

He smiled softly. "I never wanted this for you," he said. "Do you realise what this means?"

I shook my head; I wasn't the one with the answers.

"Bella, if you are a witch then you are also immortal, which means you will never be able to bear children with Edward, unless –"

"Unless I revoke my birthright," I finished for him. He nodded. "That won't happen," I assured him.

"You say that now, but you may change your mind."

I shook my head, unable to explain to Charlie that children were not our choice. "Why do I age?" I asked him, changing the subject again.

"You continue to age until your powers stopped being latent. Eventually they grow too strong for your body to suppress, this usually occurs around adolescence."

I blushed at the intimate statement from my father.

"There are no witch children, Bella, only women and men."

"What if I'd never realised what I truly am? Would I have grown old and died?"

"I don't think so; the truth will always out in the end," he said. "But speaking of the truth, I don't really know," he admitted. "I just know that whatever it is you are, whatever you can do, it's more powerful than the abilities of your mother and Irina combined."

"I tried to set a curse on James," I confessed. It was Charlie's turn to take my face in his hands.

"What happened?"

"The first time it happened, I hadn't even realised I was doing it. But he became ill."

"And you? Did anything happen to you?"

"I was punished. I became feverish afterwards but I thought that had to do with –" I stopped, unsure of how to tell my father that my Vampire lover had licked me and sealed my wounds with venom.

"I thought it was shock." I decided that was enough.

"You said the first time it happened. You tried again?"

I nodded. I wasn't able to meet his eyes. "James gave me a knife. I tried to curse it. It cut my hand and I chanted and prayed for him to be stabbed, or hurt, anything, I just wanted him to die! But it didn't work."

"Oh Bella, what have you done?"

I looked up at him. Charlie's face had drained of all colour, he looked sickened.

"Daddy, what is it?"

"You cursed yourself."

"What?"

"The knife, you say he gave it to you?"

"Yes."

"Then the knife was not his property, it was yours."

I swallowed. I was sure my face now matched Charlie's. If what he said was true I had prayed for myself to die. "It doesn't matter," I mumbled.

"Bella?"

"If I am indeed immortal, it doesn't matter."

Charlie contemplated my words. Neither of us had the answers, not really. We had hand me down information from an Aunt who had always appeared to be unusual. I had no one else to refer to.

I heard the door open and we looked up to see James in the doorway. "Come Isabella."

I nodded, and standing, I kissed Charlie's forehead. I followed James out the door and down the hall to his room, but rather than go inside he took my hand and led me downstairs and out into the courtyard.

"I have to depart and I wish to say farewell to you."

His horse had been saddled and his guards waited on their own steeds for their Captain to lead the way.

I recognised Jasper as one of those waiting to leave. He gave a slight nod of his head when James turned his back on him, to face me.

Taking my hands in his, James lifted them to his lips and kissed them both softly. I could still feel the wetness as he pulled away and I longed to swipe my hands across my skirts and rub off the sentiment as well as his saliva.

"I have an urgent task to attend to and I'll be gone almost a week," he told me, "but I wanted to give you this before I left." He took from his pocket a green cloth. He opened it to display the contents. In the palm of his hand, nestled in the material, was a brooch. It was silver and in the design of a Unicorn.

A mythical creature for a mythical creature, I mused.

I reached out to touch it, it was so delicate and intricate and much too elaborate for me.

"Put it on," he urged, taking my silence as speechless pleasure. I pinned it to my lapel and looked up to see him smiling. Reaching out his hand, he hovered over my breast, but didn't touch me and for that, I was grateful.

Instead he kissed my cheek then mounted his horse. I watched as he and his guards rode out of the courtyard, and out of my sight.

I stood in the evening light, relishing the gentle breeze blowing over me. The sun was beginning to set and as it crested the horizon, its last fingers of light tinged the sky red and gold.

The gates the guards had left through had one pathway. The only route to take away or bring forth humanity into the fortressed town I stood in. I stayed in the courtyard, with a guard on either side of me, till the last rays of light faded to black. Turning away, I let them take me back upstairs.

Charlie was asleep, so I kissed him goodnight and went to my own room. A bath had been drawn for me and I stepped into its warm, rose-smelling waters, gratefully.

The heat of the bath made me feel relaxed but not sleepy, so after I had dressed for bed I took the pouch of sedative from my pocket and administered a dose in some water, just like Carlisle had instructed Charlie to do.

I drank it down, and placing the Unicorn brooch on the bedside table, I climbed between the cool sheets and waited for sleep to find me.

His hands were cool and sent shivers up my spine as they crept from the arch of my feet, along my calves and up my legs. I felt heavy and struggled to open my eyes, I needed to see if he was real.

His touch certainly felt real, but my eyes begged for me to feast upon the sight of him.

Yet they refused to open, so I moaned his name instead, telling him to stay with me. I needed him so much.

I felt his touch climb higher, his hands cupped my hips and I moaned again with the desire now raging through me. My body reacted to him, even in slumber, but I couldn't wake up.

His body pressed down on mine, not fully, but enough for his weight to feel a comfort to me. His breath blew across my face and I smiled as I inhaled him.

"My love," he whispered as his lips sought my neck and found my most sensitive spot. It felt so good to feel him again and I curled myself into him, seeking security in his arms.

He held me close, using the blankets as a barrier between our bodies, not because he didn't want to touch me but because he didn't want to chill me. I wanted to tell him it wasn't possible to feel cold when his lips were on my skin and his body along the length of mine.

But like my eyes, my lips refused to open. So I relished in his embrace and drifted off into peaceful dreams. Dreams in which Edward still held me but I could talk and tell him how much I loved him.

The morning light invaded the room and I groaned, pulling the pillow over my head. It took me a moment, but I started to remember my dream.

It had been so sweet and I felt truly rested, more than I had in a long time. I turned over and stretched, pushing my feet down to the bottom of the bed. My toes brushed against something cold and I jumped up, pulling the blankets off me.

I had no idea what I expected to see, but bright red and pale pink rose petals scattered around my feet had not been it.

Their sweet perfume filled the air and I picked them up and breathed them in. The bed was covered in them, their petals so soft and smooth; I rubbed them against my cheek, smiling at this simple but beautiful gift.

Glancing at the bedside table, I noticed two complete roses, lying across the top of the brooch; one red, one pink, like the petals in my bed,

They were perfect.

I touched one of the buds gently and it was then I saw the note resting on the pillow, next to where my head had been.

I almost ripped it in my urgency to read the contents.

The script was eloquent and swept across the centre of the page.

I have nothing to give you but my Love

I knew in that moment, Edward did not hate me. I crushed the note to my chest and lay back on the bed, seeking his scent in the bedclothes. But I smelt him most potently on my skin.

End A/N's: The song I adore right now is by 3 Doors Down called Kryptonite. The lyrics are so Edward! "I watched the world float to the Dark side of the moon. After all I knew it had to be something to do with you. I really don't mind what happens now and then, as long as you'll be my friend at the end. If I go crazy then will you still call me Superman? If I'm alive and well, will you be there holding my hand? I'll keep you by my side with My superhuman might...Kryptonite."

Listen to it, loud! It's aces! If I could make closing credits to my fic, that would be the song!

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Oh, I have to mention my other half Dan. We all know how he saved me with a new laptop and how he pimped my phone with a Twilight ringtone, well now he's bought me a dogtag with this quote: "I'm here, and I love you. I have always loved you and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you I didn't want you, it was the blackest form of blasphemy" –Edward. Now I'm not one for wearing dogtags, so he cut it down and transformed it into a keyring! How friggin wonderful is he?

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