Possession

Summary: For that is all you are. A toy. A doll for him to play with.

Rating: T

Genre: Horror/Angst

Warnings: implied deaths, implied non-con. Melodramatic shit.

Pairing: Bella/Edward, like you never thought.

Author's Note: This is just me sticking to that 'Bella and Edward are mates and it's all hunky-dory and great even though it's really fucked up'. Do you fangirls honestly think that anyone would accept that kind of behavior? Hate to break it to ya, real life don't work like that. Men who act like possessive fudge-nuts are usually INSANE.

Quote: A man who cannot let you be free is a man not worth the flesh he's printed on.


You feel your guts churn the first time he looks at you.

Feel your knees quake under the force of his charm.

Feel the heat on your face as he stares at you with white-hot intensity.

He smiles so prettily, those even white teeth revealing nothing but the world to you.

He says he wants to give you the world, he says he'll do anything for you.

You smile and say, "Please."

You take his hand and you wonder why his teeth seem to glint in the light.

Just like a vampire.


The months past that day seem to blur as quick as he could run.

You can't remember what it's like to be outside.

You can't remember the sun on your face, the birds you would watch gather flight.

You can't remember the color of your best friend's favorite shirt.

The one he wore the last time you saw him.

You can't even remember his name.

All you can remember is Edward. Sweet, charming, Edward.

Your Edward who would never hurt you.

Your Edward who loves you.

Your Edward who locked you in a cage with that love he so claimed.


"Mates," he calls it, smiling while his carmine eyes glint with love.

But not the love you crave.

Not the love that invokes warm fires and passionate kisses under the stars.

Not the kind of love that you can grow old with.

Not the kind of love that you deserve.

The love that only ends in red. Red. Red. Red.

The love that only ends with you bleeding between your legs and you screaming.

"Possession," you want to call it.

That is what you are.

A possession.

Just a doll in a pretty dress in a pretty room with a pretty man.


"It's only a matter of time," he says, rubbing your stomach gently.

You want to smack his hand away.

You want to spit in his face and call him what he is.

You want to rip through his cage and tear his marrow out.


"Just give him to me, Bella. You know we wanted a girl," he says.

"NO! NO! NO! NO!"

Scream, struggle and cry.

That's all your life is now.

Scream, struggle and cry while your infant son squalls in your arms.

Scream, struggle cry as your husband rips him from you.

Scream struggle cry as the infant squalls no more.


"My son would've been two," you think as you lean back.

All you can see is his face.

He would've been beautiful.

He would've been strong.

Stronger than his mom could've been.

Edward smiles up above you, the ever charming husband.

"It'll only hurt a little bit," he says, white teeth dipping into your throat.


"My son would've been three, Jacob would've been twenty-four," you think while Edward nuzzles your throat.

He smiles at you in that gut-churning way.

Smiles at you in that way that was a warning from the start.

Smiles at you because you can't escape.

You are his possession.

A toy.

A doll.


WOO! As shitty as that was, I already feel so much better. By the way, the son murdering part? That was the logical extreme of making Edward overly possessive. He wouldn't let ANY man near Bella if he was that possessive. Even their own child.

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