Obsession

Summary: That's all it is. A want. A desire.

Rating: T

Warnings: Implied death, implied dub-con, the usual melodramatic bull shit.

Pairing: Edward/Bella

Author's note: Here's my 'sequel' to Possession. Now we hear from our dear, darling Eddie-kins. Once again, this is anti-mates. Anti-Possess!Ward. That means it's not a good thing, babes. And to answer your questions, ALL possessive!fics piss me off when they are not written for the horrible, horrible things they are. It is one thing to not like to share, it is another when you KEEP your significant other away from anyone.


Her smile is the first thing that draws you in.

She looks fragile, breakable, full of sex appeal.

You smile back, holding out your hand.

She smiles and says, "Please."

While the human inside of you screams.


The vampire in you hates her friend.

"Jacob," he spits, while the human in you thinks Bella is better off with him.

He hates that dark haired, tanned skinned, little boy.

Your teeth grit, your fangs extend.

All he can see is red. Red. Red. Red.

As red as the color of Jacob's shirt.

As red as the color of his blood while it spills between your monster's claws.


Your dear, darling Bella smiles so prettily within her gilded cage.

The vampire in you smiles, the human in you screams.

The human in you wants to weep, the human in you wants to tear the vampire in you in two.

"Mates," you vampire calls it, smiling with even white teeth.

"Obsession!" The human in you wants to call it.


"I love you," the vampire in you coos.

But you know better.

It is not love you feel when he pry her legs apart and lets out a moan.

It is not love she feels when you leave her bleeding.

It is not the love she craves.

Not the love that you could grow old with.

Not the love she deserves.

The human in you wants to set her free.


It is not love nor will it ever be love.

It is not love when you rub her swollen belly gently.

It is not care when you anxiously wait for a girl.

It is not concern when you comfort her and tell her sweet nothings.

It is only so your heart stops breaking when you see how broken she is.

When you look in her eyes and all you see is nothing.

A boy would be too much trouble.


The vampire in you hates your son.

Hates it when he cries.

Hates it when Bella stops looking at you.

Hates it when she smiles tenderly at the child you two made.

Hates it when she refuses to even look at him.

"Bella," he says, "You know we wanted a girl."


"My son would've been two," you think when the vampire in you nuzzles his nose into Bella's throat.

The human in you wants to cry.

He would've been beautiful.

He would've been like his mother.

He would've been stronger than you could ever hope to be.

"I love you, Bella," the vampire in you says, leaning down to dip his teeth into her throat.

The vampire in you laughs while the human in you screams.


"My son would've been three, Jacob would've been twenty four," you think, the vampire in you nuzzling her throat.

He would've had your eyes, you were sure.

He would've been great.

He would've been better than you could ever hope to be.

The human in you screams for forgiveness, the vampire in you only feels pleased.

Pleased that he has his obsession.

Pleased that no man will ever come between.

Pleased that Bella will never refuse him.

Pleased that his doll, his toy is forever his.


That's right, kiddies. This mate thing is a two-way street. Didn't think Eddie would feel guilty about what he did, eh? It's melodramatic on purpose to show how damn silly this whole 'dark!Edward' thing is.

As always, review my little darlings and make sure to salt up those flame whips~