Avari's P.O.V
I hid in the shadows, watching her. Watching her grow up into a beautiful, selfless being. This amazing strong woman who protects the ones the cares about, with lies. Watch her play around with the Hudson boys. Watch her talk with my Alex. Watch her look out for her heartless cousin. Watch her scowl at Sabine.
I let the shadows cover me as I walked around the edge of her room, watching her writhe in her sleep from the nightmare I'm currently creating. It may seem a little unusual but I like to watch her sleep. I do it on a regular basis. Do not call me an 'Edward Cullen' I do not stalk young girls.
I watched her chest, rise and fall with each breath.
She is mine.
She belongs to me.
She is the source to all of my problems.
She is the answer to all of my questions.
I need her and she needs me. Even though she won't admit it.
Her long, shiny hair cascaded over the pillow as she tossed and turned. Its like a halo that crowns her head. And her lips parting as she awoke and her eyes snapping on to mine immediately. Like she expected me to be here. Or hoped.
"Was..." She struggled to talk as she got her breathing under control. "Was that you?" She asked solomly, he eyes lowering on to my feet. Eventually she met my gaze and I nodded.
"Yes, it was."
"Avari," my mind sped through all of these possibilities. I thought about all the ways I could make her say, sigh or scream my name. "Why do you do this to me?" She continued. "Will you ever give me a break? I need at east one week. That's all I need."
"I will not be making deals with you tonight, Miss Cavanaugh. You come with me or I continue with these midnight nightmares. I only want you to give in so I can have you. Give into the fear, Kaylee. Give in to the fear and you can have more than a week of rest, you could have moths, years even, if you come with me tonight."
Her eyes flicker towards the door. Her father,
"What about my father?" She asked quietly and I sit down on the bed across from her. Our knees inches apart.
"I can make an exact replica of you. Or we can fake your death. Or you stay here and everything will get worse, not better."
"Faking my death would be too painful."
"Yes, but they wouldn't be living a lie."
"Yes they would. They would carry on with their live mourning a death that didn't happen." She bit her bottom lip and I looked at, wondering what it would be like to capture that lip between my own teeth.
She is mine.
I will claim her and brand her as mine.
M I N E.
Mine.
"How would you create a replica of me?"
"Easy." I closed my eyes and picture her in my mind.
I opened them again when I heard her gasp. There in the middle of the room stood another Kaylee, only it wasn't the same.
"Why don't you just do this if you want me so bad?"
"I do, but its not the same. Its no really you."
"What now?"
"I take you back to the Netherworld."
"What, right now?"
"Yes." I raised and eyebrow at her.
"Don't I need to pack?"
"No." And before she could change her mind I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulled her close to me and then we were standing in the middle of my office.
"You are my Snow White Queen." I told her, "You belong to me now. If any one lays one finger on you, you tell me." I must have growled, because she slowly backed away. But I grabbed her wrist and pulled her against me She slammed against my chest.
She looked up at me and I kissed her. Hard.
"I am yours" She repeated.