This is a brand new story of mine, and it's called "iPod". It's a collection of one-shots about songs that are on my iPod, that have randomly been put on shuffle. The artist, song, and who the song is about will appear in the story, at the beginning of each chapter.

WARNING: The songs mentioned do not express the veiws of the author, nor the veiws of the character. Just something that I do for fun, so chiilax. :) and, yes, I know this song can be vewied as a stalker/rape song, but I'm (since I think Edward's a little freaky) just do it as a love/stalker song. Hehe.

ALSO! These little one shots are spanned out throughout the characters lives. Human, or otherwise. So, chapter three might be Renesmee, but chapter four might be Esme while she was younger. So, you never know. :)

I Will Possess Your Heart- Death Cab For Cutie / Edward Cullen

Here I was again, at her window. Almost as though I was wanted here, by her. I gently crept up to the house. The low, muffled sounds of her bed sheets ruffling awoke something inside of me. I shouldn't be here. This is crazy. What am I doing?

The voice inside my head didn't respond to my muscles. I quietly lifted my weight into the low branch of a tree that happened to be outside Bella's second story window. She moved again, and the sound make me stop. My heart would be hammering if I had a heartbeat.

I sat down, and let my feet dangle, much like a child's, from the branch. Her bed squeaked. I took a deep breath, and let the scent fill every fiber of my body. I let it soak, and gently tasted it again. Like a fine wine connissur.

The boquet was excelent.

I began to creep up to the higher tree branches, and her scent became stronger. This was wrong. How was I going to tell Carlisle? 'Oh, I'm sorry I haven't been home, I've been looking in a very paticularly juicy girl's window, contemplating wether to kill her or not'.

Soon, my reflection greeted me from her black window. I looked back at the very wide-eyed boy, with just a few sane brain cells left. The boy was crazy; he had never done this before.

I lifted the window, and the scent was as overpowering as an avalanche. She was breathing quite softly. The scent burned the back of my throat, and I let myself into her room.

Her hair spilled out on her pillow, in a dark brown waterfall. Bella.

Her name suited her perfectly. Beautiful. That was her itailan name. It was very elegantly put. I made my way over to her, looking down on the sleeping child as she lay, beautiful, but haunted. She was haunted by me.

I moved my cold hand across her face, and she shivered.

Her lips moved, and made incoherent speech.

I would have her.

I will posses her.

In this moment, I felt like a very greedy child. I would have this girl, that captivated every inch of me. I made sure my body was close to her, as I laid down right next to her.

I already possesed her.

Now.