Note: This is supposed to be creepy. Very, very creepy, in fact. If you are sufficiently creeped out, then that is the appropriate response. Sorry. Here, the characters are slightly out of character, but I believe that they are not too off, because I tried to simply shift some basic values a little and this is what I got. Also, I think anyone and everyone is capable of any and every evil, whether they actually do it or not. So there is my justification. However, this is very AU, just to warn you if you don't like AU very much. Also, the rating I have is more for themes than content, because most of it is implied, rather than explicit (and I think it is more powerful that way). But if you could let me know if I am justified in putting it so high, that would be grateful. And if you actually read this whole thing, bravo!
Disclaimer: This applies for the whole story. I don't own Life with Derek. I promise you, if I ever do, you will be the first ones to know. Also, if I did, it would be very different. And probably not Disney-Channel-showable.
He had been attracted to her since the day they had met.
This was not all that surprising, though, despite their situation. After all, teenage boy plus good-looking girl equals instantaneous attraction, lust, and infatuation.
Herein lied his problem. For he should not be attracted to this girl; it defied all moral and ethical codes of conduct. And even though he usually cared not for these things, there were some lines he would not allow himself to cross. You know, the ones about not killing other people, abusing women, robbing casinos, becoming Obsessed with your stepsister…The obvious ones, of course.
Well, not crossing three out of those four is not so bad, is it?
Yes, this was his problem—he was infatuated with and slowly becoming Obsessed with her, his stepsister.
It started with the evident attraction.
Perhaps, if she had been any other girl (any other woman's daughter), he would have taken her out on a date (maybe a few?) and then she would have been out of his system like all his other exes. But, due to the forbidden nature of a romantic relationship between the two, that could not happen. And because she was forbidden, out of reach, she became so much more desirable. Humans always want the most what they cannot have.
Perhaps, if she was meek, docile, and everything he said he wished she was (boring), she would not have been so attractive. But her fighting spirit and fiery temper during their rows had a way of igniting a fire within him he did not know how to put out (nor did he want to, if he was being honest). And they fought oh so often!
After the attraction came the lingering thoughts.
It started with strange dreams he could not always remember (nor care to), with hints of desire. Then they came with greater frequency, and with much more clarity. During his waking hours, he found these thoughts and desires to be disturbing; during the night, on the other hand, he found himself looking forward to his dreams and encouraging them with excessive—and sometimes filthy, I regret to say—thoughts.
And lastly, came the all-consuming Obsession.
Now the thoughts of her encompassed him both day and night. The thoughts during the day remained the "innocent" fantasies typical to a teenage boy—though they were really only innocent in light of his nighttime cravings. The night was reserved for his darker, more carnal fantasies, the ones that were sick, bloody, terrifying, and oh so desirable. During they day, his fantasies so revolted him, he wished to vomit to rid himself of the feeling. But at night, desire would onset and he would seem a different person, with those disgusting thoughts floating through his head. Those thoughts that no person should think of another, than no man should think of a woman, that no gentleman should think of a lady.
The thoughts no brother should think of a sister, stepsiblings though they were.
There is a funny thing about desire and temptation. It always seems better, more enticing in the dark. And it was then that he desired his sick, twisted fantasies solely for their sick, twisted nature. The despicable had become the object of the desire because it was gross and revolting, not because it was necessarily desirable. But after those moments passed, he always felt so dirty, but during those moments, he was giddy with pleasure. (It seemed so real. And it was so wrong. But it felt so good!)
Dark Obsessions rarely ever end well.
He could feel himself becoming desperate. He needed to do something to release his pent-up feelings. Thinking and visualizing these things were no longer enough; his mind had become tolerant to the sick pleasure of it and demanded more, more! Plus, his gross fantasies were no longer chained to the dark, but were unleashed and haunted his waking, daylight hours, as well. He felt a growing need to dominate and control his feelings.
He felt a growing, primal need to dominate, posses, and control her.
They were beginning to notice, so he had to do something soon, or he might never rid himself of this Obsession in his head. The family was going on a weekend vacation, and the two eldest would be left alone in the house. It was perfect for his plans. The thought of the house being empty except of him and her made him shiver with pleasure.
He only hoped that his Obsession was not too obvious that anything that might happen could be linked back to him. And he sincerely hoped she would not be too hurt by the end of the weekend.
But it was no matter, even if it was forbidden and wrong. 'Cause Derek always got what Derek wanted.
Of course?
Of course.