-Obsession: Are you Mine?
Sam ran his finger down Bella's neck slowly. "Hmm?" He hummed, wanting a response from her.
She stared at him, her eyes wide. "Sam? What..what are you doing?" She asked slowly, gulping. Sam took in a deep breath. He could tell she was nervous, but he didn't smell fear.
He would've backed away then obviously if she feared him. "Exploring." He answered slowly. His dark brown eyes gazed into hers. She looked away quickly. "Are you happy?" He asked, his fingers now tracing her collarbone. Her breath hitches as she took him in. Why would he ask her such a thing?
"Yes." She answered immediately, although it didn't sound confident. Sam raised a brow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Y-yes. I'm hap-happy." She stuttered, his close proximity having an effect on her. "So, you want to get married?" He asked her curiously. Bella opened her mouth to say yes but then closed it as Sam stared at her.
"No." She responded softly. Guilt flared in her heart, and she wondered why she felt guilty if she truly wanted to be with Edward forever.
"Then why are you marrying him?" He asked, though he knew the answer. Bella looked away, feeling almost pathetic. "It's the only way he'll..." She trailed off, her eyes dipping to the floor. "Change you?" Sam asked, his fingers no longer below her neck, but in her hair. "Why is it you want to be dead?" He asked, taking her hand and twirling her around. Her back was against his chest as she faced the window.
Bella didn't say anything for a moment, her mind trying to figure out what was going on with Sam and why he seemed to make her question her feelings for Edward. His lips on her ear made her shiver slightly. "Why is it...you want...to be dead? What's so special about his world than mine? What makes a dead corpse better than heat? Warmth? Need. Because trust me, I know what you need."
Bella's heart started to race, and she wondered if she finally broke, if she's gone crazy. Because for some odd, very odd reason, she was being held by the enemy, and she was okay with that.
This wasn't the holding of friendship. This was a lovers hold. His arms were wrapped around her midsection tightly, but not too tight. His chin resting on her head. His tumbs were grazing her hips slowly as if they were old lovers, as if they'd touched before.
Bella didn't answer him. Sam didn't ask again either. The stared out of the window for a long time, watching the sky darken. Sam knew Edward would be returning soon. So he asked his question again. "Why are you marrying him?" His voice was a tad bit softer this time, quiet.
"I already answered that question." She replied, moving out of his hold with force. She turned towards him having to back up a few steps to even look him in the eyes.
"I love Edward and he loves me. As long as I do this ...he'll love me forever." She said. Sam snorted, taking quite pleasure in the way her eyes seemed to ignite with fire.
"No he won't. You'll just be tied to him forever. If he wanted you as a vampire, he would've turned you." Sam said simply. Bella shook her head. "No we just felt that.." Sam moved away from her. "We? Or him?" Sam asked, watching her mouth close.
Bella looked to the floor. Her voice was weak as she spoke again, glaring at him. "Get out." She said. Sam raised a brow. He folded his arms over his chest and stood still. "No." He stated. Bella's brows rose with shock. "I'm right and you know it. He doesn't love you. You're a prize, nothing more Bella." Her nose twitched as she formed a fist. Her mind told her of her last tango with a wolf making her uncurl her hand. "And what's your purpose here? What do you want from me? Are you trying to change my mind? Because you're doing a fantastic job." Sam let out a laugh, his shoulders shaking.
Oh she was so wrong. "I don't need to change your kind. You know the answer already. You'll learn my purpose. I'm just saying, you're dreaming a fools dream." He said. Bella let out a huff as she leveled with him. "Jacob put you up to this didn't he?" She asked.
Sam's eyes darkened slightly. "No. I came here on my own will. You see everything else. Everything. But yet I know that you see me. You've felt me. I saved you from the woods, twice. Killed that blood sucker over you. Even the redhead. Without us, you'd all be dead. You forget that deep down...I'm not human." He growled, moving to stand in front of her, towering over her small frame.
"You think that changing for him will make him love you unconditionally. Whose idea was it to go to Phoenix? Not to kill Victoria right off the bat? To leave you? How could this have all been avoided?" He asked.
He leaned down slightly. "You know the answer. If he changed you the moment you got bit. Why didn't he? He has no soul so why should he care about yours?" Bella bit her lip, her eyesight become blurry. But she would not cry. "Fuck you Sam." She spat. Sam smirked.
Bella let out a soft shriek of agitation, raising her hand, palm up. Sam caught her wrist. His fingers curling around her soft flesh. He pulled her forward sharply, eliciting a gasp from her.
He dipped his head low, his lips pressing against her. Bella was open to his exploration, never having been kissed like this before, not even with Jacob on the mountain. He licked her bottom lip, his voice rough as he spoke to her again. "Sleep tight."
Bella was in a daze as she gulped, glancing at him confused. "What do you mean?" She asked. Bella felt lightheaded all of a sudden, and slightly foggy. She felt herself leaning backwards before Sam caught her. "Exactly what I said." He whispered, and before Bella could get another word out, she was sleeping.
Her dreams were anything but peaceful though. She dreamed of a beautiful wedding and an amazing honeymoon, despite Edward's reluctance to touch her after her first round with bruises. He even went as far as to tire her out with beautiful activities, but it didn't curb Bella's hunger that was called sex.
Until it did. She dreamed of a child. A child that ended up killing her before she could be changed after birth. It was a beautiful child. But death? She didn't know if she could take on death. She didn't know if she could win that match. Her last dying breath was that of Edward's. His eyes pained. I never should have listened to you. Look what you've done.
Wedding Day
Bella was a bundle of nerves. She swallows for the third time in one minute, her hands sweaty. "You alright kid?" Charlie asked, glancing at his daughter concerned. Bella didn't say anything or move as she glanced out of the tent, looking at the people of Forks. She didn't even know half of these people. "It's not too late to back out." He joked, hoping to lighten the mood.
But Bella was serious as she looked at him. "I don't know if I'm backing out, but I need to do something. Take me to LaPush?" She asked. Charlie nodded, thinking that she was finally going to choose Jacob. He nodded, his mustache twitching. Anything for you kid."
Bella knew that Edward would know the moment she left, their superhearing could detect the moment the cruiser started up. Charlie drove "moderately" to LaPush, slightly taken back when she directed him to some other place than Billy's. "Sam? Why are you seeing Sam?" He asked, parking. He turned towards Bella, glancing at her in her wedding dress. She frowned as she glanced at him.
"He..he's shown me something different. That I might be making a mistake." She answered. Charlie wondered if there was something he missed. "Is there something going on between you two?" He asked curiously. Bella blushes slightly. "You know what dad? Maybe. Um, can you wait here? I just need a minute." She said. Charlie nodded and watched as his baby girl got out and walked the short walk up the rocky drive.
Bella knocked on Sam's door, wondering just what in the he'll she was doing. The door opened just seconds after the second knock. Sam's gaze like fire as he stared at her. He was half naked as per usual. He just raised a brow. "I had a dream." Bella walked inside as she looked at Sam, who closed the door behind her.
"About?" He asked, although he knew. Bella sat on the ends of the brown, worn, recliner. She explained everything to him, to which he listened to intently. "Am I doing the right thing?" She asked after a long pause. Sam shrugged. "Your decision." He said. Bella bit her lip. He was much less vocal today and she was a little worried. She stood quickly. "Maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea." She muttered, heading for the door.
She paused with her hand on the door knob. He still was leaning against the counter, staring at her. She was slightly angry. Why would he spout all those things only to act indifferent? He wanted something from her. She knew it.
But what was going on now? "Fuck you Sam." She muttered. She opened the door, only to stop again. "You know? For a moment...just a moment, I thought you wanted something from me. But I can see I was wrong. I actually came here, wondering if this day was going to be the biggest mistake of my life. I wanted something out of this. I don't know what...but you had me fooled."
The door slammed shut as she closed it, swiveling around to look at him. She glare as at him. Who was he to come into her room and act like a jackass, then kiss her? Try to change her mind and the moment she comes to him, he does what? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. His stupid perfect face, smirking that stupid smirk.
She huffed and marched up to him, stood on her tippy toes, and grabbed his face between her hands. She kissed him, tongue and all. He kissed her in return, only to move away just as quickly. Bella's brown eyes were like daggers as she dropped her hands.
"Fine. I'll be going." She turned away, only to have his hot hands on her hips. She found herself on the counter, Sam between her legs. His eyes were dark as he stared at her. He tilted his head, his eyes taking her in. He kissed her again, his hands gripping her hair. Bella closed her eyes, seeing flashes of a time where she was old, but happy. Alive.
Charlie waited patiently as 5 minutes turned into 10. Bella came running out, a smile on her face. She went to the drivers side and Charlie rolled down the window. "Everything alright Bells?" He asked. She nodded. "Yeah. I'm calling it off. I think it was more of an obsession than love."