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Possession: You Are Mine

Bellas' POV

"Bella...Bella, darling wake up." I heard the soft voice say, waking me softly out of my unconscious state. I fluttered my eyes and looked directly into two topaz ones that were staring at me with what seemed like love and affection. Only it couldn't be that... Mate or not I just didn't feel like I could love him.

Fuck him? Yes. But love?

Was I undeniable attracted to him?

Yes.

But how much of it was actually my own feelings and how much was that freaky mating crap? Ugh, I felt so exhausted even though I had only just woken up mere seconds ago.

"Good morning, Love." Edward said in a soft voice with eyes filled with worry and concern.

I breathed out a small "Hi." While sitting upright and bring my legs into me and pulling a couple stands of hair behind my ear.

Then just like a ton of bricks had fallen on me I remembered my dream. I felt my eyes prick with tears as Edward moved forward to wipe them away. I didn't resist but I also knew I didn't want to be side tracked. Today was the day for answers so with that in mind, I gave Edward a half-smile and scooted towards the edge of the massive bed.

As I was heading for the bathroom for a shower he called out in a somewhat strained voice, "Don't give me half-smiles Bella, they are insulting." He then moved to stand and walked over to me, and I stopped mid-stride. Edward continued, "I now this is all new and frightening but I don't ever want you to feel as though you have to put on a façade for me. I want to be the person you can be yourself around without any restraints. So please freely express yourself." He said while running his icy fingertips over my bare shoulder, promptly causing goose bumps in his wake.

With that I walked into the bathroom and shut the door, doing the complete opposite of what my body was telling me to do, and that was, 'rip his clothes off and express yourself!'

I inhaled deeply and tried desperately to get my emotions/hormones under control. I walked slowly to the shower turning it as hot as I could stand it. Stepping in, I let the hot water take away any and all thought. I didn't want it to be real! None of it! Not Edward and his mating crap. Not my all-of-a-sudden, wild and rampant teenage hormones, and last but most importantly not Charlie! I took the shampoo and began to lather it into my hair making sure to give attention to my temples, feeling a slight headache forming. I washed the shampoo out and put the conditioner in my hair. It was a cinch seeing as the shampoo left my hair detangled.

I washed slowly just enjoying the water but winced as I began washing the back of my neck and sides of my abdomen.

'What the hell.' I thought looking down and seeing various purple and blue marks staining my skin.

Washing carefully but quickly now, I finished, rinsed off my hair and stepped out of the shower, not bothering with a towel to wrap in. Besides I was to preoccupied in seeing the extent of the bruises. I walked to the mirror in the closet because the vanities were all foggy. Opening the door I took in my form checking to make completely sure everything was intact. I touched the biggest bruise right on my right hip and winced at the pain a bit but it didn't hurt like before.

It felt... good somehow.

For goodness sake! I was turning into a masochist.

I decided that I was ok, aside from the bruises and pulled out some jeans and a t-shirt to wear as well as a sports bra and boy shorts. I may have a lot to handle today but at least I'd be comfy.

I walked out of the closet and went to my bag to grab my tooth brush to finish up in the bathroom and get on with the day. I had a lot of questions that I was more than ready to know the answers to. Closing my bag I brushed my still wet hair and French braided it in one long, rope down the middle of my back. One last look in the mirror and I was off. Stepping out into the room, I felt the coolness of the hardwood floors and flinched a little.

'The floors are heated in the bathroom?' They must be because compared to the marble in the bathroom these were made of ice.

Focus Bella.

Right!

I looked around and noticed that the bed was made, but Edward was no where in sight. I started to panic a little.

'What if something's happened to him?!' I don't know where I am and I have yet to see a phone in this house!

'Calm down, you're being irrational, he is probably just downstairs.' I took shallow breath. Why was I freaking out about him?

'He kidnapped me. Fuck him and this Stockholm's syndrome I am obviously developing.' I thought acidly.

I took to the steps by twos. Just wanting to finally know the answers to my many burning questions. I came down stairs to see toast and eggs on a plate alongside a note with that same beautiful, to-elegant-to-be-real-hand writing.

Dearest Bella,

I have gone to run a few errands, please have breakfast. I will be back within a couple of hours.

Forever yours,

Edward

'Well, that took the steam out of my engine a little.' I thought as I took a seat at the bar/ kitchen island.

I absentmindedly picked up the fork and shoveled some of the eggs into my mouth, (in what I am sure was the furthest thing away from what was in any way lady-like.) They were really quite delicious. A vampire that could cook. I smiled amused by the thought. I finished my breakfast washing the dish drying it and putting it away in all of 10 minutes because I didn't know where anything was. That was when I realized I had never really explored this house properly now was the perfect opportunity to remedy that. I walked towards the front room that was just a few feet from the kitchen through a hall. Looking up I hoped to see pictures littered on the wall like a normal home might have had. But I only saw paintings. I guess when you're a vampire taking pictures isn't probably the wisest thing to do.

I walked over to the front door and turned the handle and saw that despite the fact that there was no lock the door wouldn't open.

'Are you fucking serious. That bastard locked me in the house! Where the fuck was I going to go?! Fucking controlling dead guy!'

I stomped my way back down the hallway, seething ready to scream and kick and throw a full-on temper tantrum. I was so upset that I hadn't even noticed the door and walked into it with a thud. I groaned a bit as the door handle jabbed into one of my still-fresh bruises. The door opened silently to reveled a beautiful piano in a room, much like the one I had been staying in with windows as a panorama view to substitute as walls. I felt enveloped in the light of the room and walked over to the piano letting my fingers graze the keys softly. 'He must play.' I sat down looking at the keys and began playing the only song I knew, Mary Had a Little Lamb. I was so concentrated on hitting the right keys and searching for the right sound that I hadn't heard clapping from the door when I played the last note.

"Well done love, although if I may offer some advice-" he said walking over towards me and the piano.

"No you may not offer any advice. Why would you lock me in this house? What if there was a fire or a burglary?" I asked trying desperately to control my temper. I liked Edward when he went all primal but I didn't need that today.

It looked as if seemed he was trying to hold back a laugh. I felt my jaw clench together and my nostrils flare. "The houses' security system would have sensed there was a fire and unlocked all the exits for you. And as for a burglar, I highly doubt that one would come all the way out to a cabin house in Montana. But I can assure that were that most unfortunate event to occur said burglar wouldn't get through any of the doors or windows; seeing as the doors are made of 5 inches of reinforced steel and the windows are made of bullet-proof glass."

My mouth was hanging open. 'Why so much? Who was all that for?'

"I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you Bella. So, please forgive me. I'm sure to you it may seem I am being ridiculously overprotective, but I had to take every measure possible to ensure your safety." He said as his eyes bore into mine with intensity marking each word.

"Fine" I said, ignoring the way my heart was pounding at his words, I stood from my seated position at the piano bench and walked toward the door spoke in a hushed voice, "It's time we talked."

Edward followed me out of the room with an indifferent look on his face.

We reached the living room and I took a seat on the end of the couch and propped my leg up so there was no confusion that he wasn't welcome to sit by me. Besides, I didn't need him dazzling me out of my pants right now... no ...we've had enough of that. Just thinking of that made me brush one of my bruises and shudder with fluttering eyes. I looked to the end of the love seat where Edward was sitting, his eyes visibly darkened within moments.

'Shit! Bella you can't do shit like that.' I thought scolding myself internally hoping that Edward wouldn't fuck me up the wall like he looked like he was about to. To my surprise he licked his lips and sat back into the couch looking slightly pained and very stiff.

I breathed a sigh of relief and I'm sure he noticed because he chuckled a little. Bipolar much?

I looked at him and asked him with barely any emotion in my voice. "Why am I here?"

Edward looked, to me all traces of smiles gone as he answered. "Because you are my mate. And retrieving you when we did was purely by opportunity only. It was the perfect chance and I doubted I'd have another so I took it."

I was trying to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. 'I am not yours to make choices for, you fucking zombie!' Thankfully my tongue held itself and that gave me room to think of something else I hadn't thought of but now desperately wanted to know. "Do you plan to drink my well...-make me like you?" I said with an edge to my voice.

Edward pressed his lips together in a hard line and replied while remaining stock still. ''My family and I do not live off the blood of humans any blood I have taken from you is purely for.." He looked as though he were looking for the right word to say. "Arousal or sexual purposes although it is rather, difficult to not drink you dry." He said smirking smoothly while I blushed and looked anywhere but at him.

"But to answer your question, yes I do intend to change you and give you immortality if nothing more for the simple fact I am a selfish creature and would not willingly walk this earth with out you." I felt my breathing hitch. Immortality? What would I do for eternity!? I had always wanted to have a great life full of adventure and great memories, but when it was my time I wanted to go. This couldn't be real! When I looked up he was on the other side of the love seat. I didn't care as long as he stayed on the couch I wasn't on. "What i-i-if that isn't what I want?" I said hating the way voice broke in a stutter.

I looked over to him seeing that his eyes had darkened a bit but not from lust this time. Anger maybe? He spoke almost frighteningly slow, "In that case I would truly hope that you would reconsider the offer. Perhaps, later you would perceive it as a gift rather than something that should evoke fear. However I do understand your hesitation."

'Oh definitely! A gift! Why hadn't I perceived that earlier on? Oh wait, my dad was killed by one of you...Keep it together Swan!'

"When will I be able to leave?" I said just barely reigning in the rage I was feeling. Everything happened so fast Edward was up from the couch with his hand around the delicate hairs at the nape of my neck pulling it back towards the floor while hovering over me.

I looked into his eyes and was afraid of what I saw. "You don't understand Isabella. I am never going to leave you! You. Are. Mine!" He roared and I felt tears cascading down my face and neck. He pressed his body more firmly into my own. A hand shot down my thigh coming dangerously close to my sensitive bits. I pushed Edward back to no avail as he began to rub me through my jeans.

"Edward...please!" I breathed out shakily, trying desperately to calm the storm going on inside of myself.

Rationality vs Desire. I screamed at myself to stop enjoying it, to ignore how sensitive I was toward his touch and the fact that despite how cold he was he left a trail of fire wherever he touched. I felt his fangs drag along my neck and then pierce once they found a place of desire. I pushed a way from him once again a little dazed this time and he...hissed at me. It scared the shit out of me but also brought Edward to his senses when he saw how terrified I was of him in that moment. He let go of my neck and slid his hands off my lower half, looking apologetic.

"I apologize for my actions but not for what I have said... You are mine Bella and I will have you forever." He said while pretending to not notice the terrified look on my face.

I jumped up from the end of the couch and ran up the stairs as fast as I could. Slamming the door and locking it although I knew that if he wanted to I am sure he would have no problem breaking the door down. I sat on the bed feeling myself shaking I began to cry. It seemed to be the only thing I had control over at this point.

I had to get out. And I would...

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out to you guys. I hope you enjoy it and please tell me what you thought in a review. Happy reading!