A/N: Hi there. New Twilight story that came out of nowhere, spent a day writing and now putting up. It will only be a few chapters (max of 10 maybe? I don't know) but they'll be long. Edward's dark, controlling and abusive in this, incredibly so actually. If you don't like that sort of dark Edward, then I suggest you leave. I'm putting the Preface and Chapter 1 up together so you can get straight into it and see where I'm heading with this, and give me some feedback. Would be muchly appreciated! So, without further ado, here's Possession. Please leave a review, chapters will come quicker.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters.
Preface
I suppose, looking back, I should have seen the warning signs. The little red flags that popped up whenever something happened. I should have listened. I should have listened to Alice, I should have listened to Renee, I should have listened to myself. But no. Stupidly, I'll admit, I listened to my heart - the irrational side of me. I was so wrapped up, so wrapped up, that someone was showering me with attention. I had never been one to receive a lot of male attention, but suddenly, after moving to Forks, they were everywhere. But then I met him.
Some would call it an event purged from fate, some would just call it bad luck. Bad luck that that one day I had to be late to class on that specific day, bad luck I had literally smashed into him, bad luck that I had ever met him.
He was so solid. Such a strong frame that I was surprised I hadn't received any bruises from our run in. That messy, wind-blown bronze hair I would be content to run my hands through for the rest of my life. That sharp, pointed face, with razor sharp cheekbones and full pink lips. Those eyes. Those gorgeous green depths I found myself swimming in constantly. He was Adonis. Pale and stunning. He wore baggy ripped jeans, a plain white top and leather jacket. I suppose that was the first red flag - that stereotype that all bad boys wear leather jackets. Naturally, I ignored it.
I was surprised he even spoke to me, especially since I was the reason his books were strewn all over the ground. But he did. His eyes, suddenly bright, had kept me entranced. It felt like hours I was lost in his eyes, though it was only a few minutes. He already knew my name, like most of the town. The product of my overly-excited father, Charlie. He introduced himself as Edward.
Edward. So old-fashioned, so suited to him. Edward. It was simple, and it was suddenly my new favorite name. He had then taken my hand and placed a soft, tender kiss on the back of my knuckles. It was so cheesy. I loved it.
Days after our first encounter, he spoke to me whenever we ran across each other, shocking everyone I hung out with. They had all been adamant; Edward was the school loner. He spoke to no one, didn't bother to hang around anyone, and kept mostly to himself smoking cigarettes on the football pitch. He had been known to be involved in a few fights, all of which he walked out unscathed. I suppose that was the second red flag; he was violent, dangerous even. But that just made him more attractive. A man that knew how to take care of and defend himself. A man that would keep his girl safe.
We were partnered in Biology for one particular lab test and that was that. It sealed the deal, so to speak. From then on, we were inseparable. Taking to each other so suddenly, it was almost like it was meant to be. We fit. The yin and yang, so balanced, so in harmony. I didn't think twice about it. Suddenly I was in love.
His love, it consumed me. It was my everything. He was my everything. And he was the death of me.