The queen of all things Twilight still owns everything, even that scumbag James.
So, after reading your wonderful reviews and doing some thinking, I realized that there's nothing from James' perspective in this story, so why not take some time to see what's going on in his sick head.
I wrote this quickly because some of you are getting antsy for the next chapters. I hope it's not too scattered and confusing.
James' plan was well underway. If it hadn't been for that lenient judge who fell for his boyish charm and angelic act, he'd probably still be in jail. No juvie for him, he'd gone straight to jail. They said he almost killed her. He almost wished he had, but getting revenge was going to be all the sweeter. Bella belonged to him. She'd be found and he'd fix things and everything would go back to the way it was before this mess started.
Although he was thankful that his father had sprung him, he wasn't indebted enough to stay in town. He'd stuck around for a little while, played the good boy so no one would suspect his next move, but all along he'd been plotting his next step. He needed to find them. Bitch needed to pay.
With football season in full swing, he knew his best friend would be making waves wherever they had moved to. There's no way Em wouldn't play ball, and there's no way he wasn't turning heads. Didn't take long on Google before BINGO! SWAN LEADS FORKS HIGH TO STATE FINALS. Now where the hell was Forks?
After borrowing his father's car to 'go to the store' he'd taken off on the long drive from arid Arizona to the dampness of Washington State. Time was going to be an issue and he was going to have to ditch the car at some point if he didn't want them to figure out where he was going, so he decided to leave it just before crossing state lines and hitched rides the remainder of the way. His baby-faced good looks certainly helped. One older couple actually put him up in a hotel one night.
He arrived in Forks the day before the game, which worked well to his advantage as he needed to find out where the game would be played. It also took a while for him to find out that Bella and Emmett were living with a Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Unfortunately, they lived way out in the woods.
It was dark when he reached the house but that was perfect—the house was nothing but windows so he had a front row seat for the daily goings-on of the Cullen/Swan clan. He could see that Emmett was making out with a smoking hot blonde girl. Way to go, bro! He thought. Em was the best friend a guy could have and he wished no ill toward him. It was that bitch sister of his who...
...Bella. There she was. Standing in front of him. She looked incredible. She'd lost weight, filled out in other areas and was actually smiling. He felt his cock twitch in his pants. Soon, he thought as he smiled.
The smile was short-lived when some kid with messy bronze hair came up behind her and kissed her neck. She smiled even more. The kid's hands grazed just below her perfect tits and he could almost hear her moan.
How dare that kid touch her? Bella was his! He branded her to make sure everyone knew she was his PIG. He was going to kill that little son-of-a-bitch for touching her and she was going to pay for letting someone else near her.
Before his anger could overtake him and completely destroy his plan, he left to find someplace to sleep. He needed to rest up if he was going to reclaim what was rightfully his.
Dreams of dominance, blood, and terror-filled screams invaded his sleep. It added fuel to his fire, stoked him up even more for what he was going to do. When dawn broke and the sun woke him, he opened his eyes and greeted the day with a smile. Today was his day.
Breakfast beckoned him on the way to the game. He sat off to the side in a small diner and listened intently to all the pre-game chatter and excitement while he ate.
"That Swan kid is going to bring us the title. I know he is. He's a powerhouse!" One grizzled old man said to another.
His friend nodded and spoke with his mouth full of toast. "You bet he is. Those poor Swan kids moving here was the best thing that ever happened to that football team." Small pieces of partially masticated toast flew out of his mouth as he spoke. Disgusting.
A guy at the next table asked how the Swan kids ended up in Forks in the first place.
"Well," said the first old guy. "Their parents were killed in a car crash. They came to live with Doc and Mrs. Cullen because they're the godparents, and I heard that something bad had happened to the girl. Poor thing was attacked or something. Nearly killed from what I hear."
"My granddaughter Lauren told me that the girl is messed up. Don't talk, gets sick a lot," another man chimed in. "Said she thinks the girl should be locked up, that she ain't right in the head."
James smiled. All was not lost.
The second old guy, who was now spitting eggs as he spoke said: "Either way, Swan is the shit and he's going to give us the state title today."
It was easy for James to blend in at the game. He fit right in with the other kids because he had only just turned eighteen. For all anyone but Emmett and Bella knew, he was just a kid from the opposing high school.
Bella was bouncing around the parking lot with the gorgeous blonde and a little dark-haired pixie-looking girl. All too soon the bronze-haired kid showed up and was pawing all over his Bella. Anger flared in him. He had to walk away before he blew his cover. She'd be back in his arms soon enough.
The game was intense and it killed James that he wasn't out there playing beside Emmett, like old times. They were a powerful force to reckon with, especially after he'd started juicing up. If Em had joined him they'd have been indestructible.
He had read during his Google search that there were several high-profile universities scouting Em. It should have been both of them. They were supposed to do it all together, but no, his stupid sister had to go and almost die and fuck everything up royally. She'd pay. Oh, how she was going to pay.
Forks won the game and just as he'd predicted, everyone stormed the field. Now was his chance. Bella became separated from the boy and was wandering alone in the crowd. He approached her from behind, hoping to grab her and take her to the woods beside the field. Someone bumped him and he lost his grasp. Bella turned around, saw him, and fainted dead. There was no way he could drag her out without someone noticing.
The bronze-haired kid yelled out Bella's name, looking for her. James took a chance and dug around in her pocket for her phone. He flipped it open, memorized her number, and fled.
Within a minute a crowd had formed around her. James hurried to hide away from the people amassing. If Emmett knew he was there he'd look for him, come after him, probably kill him. A year ago, he would have killed for him, now his best friend wanted him dead. All because of her.
He often wondered if it had been worth it. Had possessing Bella been worth losing his best friend? Yes. Yes, she had. Sure, she was a major pain in the ass, but she was his to do with as he pleased. He missed her, yet he hated her. James had never felt more conflicted in his life.
Plan B would have to come into play now. Did he have a Plan B? Oh yeah—time to break the bitch down.
James hid away from the world for a couple of hours before he put Plan B into motion. He started simple with a text message. A very simple one: You are MY PIG. Not his.
That should get a rise out of them.
He walked back out to the Cullen estate and hid. He saw a cop car in the driveway. Obviously, she'd ratted him out again. Would she never learn?
Based on the angry gesticulations everyone was making, he figured that they'd received his message. He was thoroughly enjoying the frantic and furious pantomime he was watching through the massive windows. This was better than watching TV. He was the puppet master watching his own sick puppet show.
Once things calmed down and the lights were dimmed, he crept around the house to plan his next move. Everyone seemed to have gone to bed by this point, so this was a perfect chance for him to figure out the layout before he had to get some sleep. Tomorrow he'd try again.
Sundown on Sunday found James making his way carefully back to the Cullens. What kind of havoc could he wreak that night?
Things were quiet around the house most of the evening and everyone seemed to go to bed early. He was about to give up at midnight when he saw her standing at the massive windows in the kitchen. She was crying.
Part of him rejoiced because he knew that he had probably been the cause of these tears, but another part of him, albeit a small one, wanted to hold her and tell her everything would be okay because he was back and he'd make her happy again...
...until the boy who was always pawing at her showed up.
Red-tinged fury consumed him. Again, it took a lot of self-control to keep himself from smashing the windows and killing them both.
Eventually they ended up sleeping on the floor. James had a brilliant idea. He crawled up to the deck and very quietly snapped a photo of them with his phone. Oh yes, this will be perfect. Scare the shit out of them, he thought. It disgusted him to see them together, but this had to be done.
He left the property and went back into town to get some sleep. He'd send them a little good morning message later. He wished he could see the looks on their faces when they saw it.
Things were going well. Hopefully he'd have his opportunity to finish it off and take back what belonged to him sooner than later. He was tired of sharing what was rightfully his with the pretty boy and Bella needed to be punished.