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Secret Obsession

Chapter 5

He crept silently in the shadows. His heart was racing, palms sweaty, and his stomach in knots. He knew that tonight was the night. Clouds blocked the moonlight, casting the world into a pitch black darkness. Yes, this was the prefect night to put his plan into action. Tonight his love and him would be united for all of time.

He made his way towards his loves home. He had to get her. She had to witness the act that would bound them together for all time. He had already placed his plan into play. Proof laid upon his hands in bite marks, scratches laced his face causing the wounds to burn. Phoebe had fought him. The bitch actually tried to fight him but she had lost. He chuckled to himself. Yes she had lost and she would pay. He wasn't done with her yet. Not by a long shot. After he retrieved his love, they would go back and make Phoebe pay even more.

He stumbled as he tripped over a loose stone that was in front of his love's bedroom window. He glared at the stone, as if it was a living being that knew what it was doing. Was he losing his mind? Perhaps. Forced from being away from the other half of your soul could do that to a person. He smirked as that thought crossed his mind. If he was going crazy then the blame laid on the shoulders of his soon to be departed wife and the muscle bound imbecile. They should of just let his love and him be together.

If they would of just let them be happy then it never would have had to come to this. If they would just have left them to be together then he wouldn't have to do this.

He glanced into his love's bedroom window, his eyes searching for the beautiful brunette. His eyes blazed with anger at the sight that greeted him. The love of his life's eyes were closed as she sat astride what looked to be another person, her hips moving wildly, her arms bracing herself on the headboard, a look of contentment on her beautiful face. He looked at the man that was laying on his back on the bed, his eyes closed and a look of pure joy upon his face.

Calvin clutched his fists and his body began to shake with unnatural rage. What is this? Had she truly forsaken him? Was this a game? How dare she let another man touch her! Was this payback for his sins? No, that couldn't be it. She knew that he had husbandly duties that he was expected to perform. So he had an excuse. The act that was being committed in front of his eyes had no excuse.

He knew she knew he was watching, she had to know. She knew that tonight was the night that he was going to put their plan into action. She knew all that and she did this. She blatantly forced him to watch as she gave her self to this lesser man. She betrayed him. Played him. Knowing he was not the type who played this games. His vision began to fade as he started to see a red haze. Her silent words of love were a lie. She made him to be a fool. No one made him a fool. No one. Not even the woman who owned his soul.

He grabbed to large stone that he had stumbled over earlier and made his way to the front of the house. He would make her pay. Because if he couldn't have her then no one should. He pushed the door open silently and made his way towards the bedroom door.

She betrayed him. Lied to him. Made him love her and then she did this. No she would pay. They would all pay. They would all learn he was not a man who enjoyed these games.

He crept into the bedroom, a sliver of light from her bathroom guiding his way. His heart ached at the sight of his love sound asleep and curled up to the idiot as a renewed wave of anger assaulted him. He raised the stone that was cradled in him hand up and took a deep breath. He slammed the rock down onto the other man's head, smiling at the resounding crack that echoed through the room. He could hear a scream as he watched with unabashed enjoyment as the blood drip from the head wound he inflicted on the muscle bound man.

He dropped the rock and stared at his hands. He took a life and yet he felt no guilt. He actually took enjoyment out of the act. Enjoyment that was short lived as he remembered why exactly he was forced to take the other mans life. He turned and faced his love.

Oh how beautiful his love looked. Her eyes wide with fear and tears streaking that lovely face. He reached out his hand and pushed back a strand of hair that was plastered to her face. All thoughts of harming her left his mind as he stared into her pleading chocolate eyes. Perhaps he was wrong and that brute forced her. The images of the scene he had watched earlier twisted to fit that image. Yes that was exactly what had to happen. She was not at fault, she was the victim. He drew her into his arms, ignoring her struggles as he held her even tighter and whispered words of love and comfort into her ear.

He wrote her struggles off as shock. She was probably still shaken by what she went through and the horrible act that he committed. Even though he took pleasure in it and she knew it had to be done, his love was such a soft hearted person. She could never take another's life. Well she was lucky that he was here. She needed to sleep, yes that was what she needed to do. She needed to close her eyes and sleep. Sleep so she could forget.

He whispered to her as his hands gathered around her throat. He tried to tell her that he would never hurt her but he needed her to sleep. He whispered that he would be there when she woke up. She just needed to give up to the darkness. His hands grasped her neck tighter as he watched her struggle to breathe. Her face beet red and tears running down her face, oh how the sight made his heart ache. He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and her body relaxed. He released his grip and put his fingers against her pulse to make sure he didn't go to far. He would die if he would of killed her accidentally.

A sigh of relief passed his lips as he found a weak pulse. He wrapped her naked body in the sheet that had gathered at her waist and gently picked her up. He cuddled her to his chest and placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead as he picked her up and headed out the door. He silently made his way towards the mines. Stopping ever so often to check on the precious bundle he held close. His loves color was slowly returning as the bruising on her neck started to discolor.

He felt horrible at the knowledge that he was the one who created that injury but he knew it had to be done. He made his way down carefully to the fifth floor of the mine and smiled as he seen the battered face of his wife. She started to plead with him, pleas that fell upon deaf ears as he laid his soul mate upon the soft pallet he setup earlier.

He turned and glared at his teal haired wife, warning her to keep her mouth quiet and not to disturb the beauty that now laid on the pallet resting. His wife looked at his with pleading eyes as he approached her, drawing the knife that was holstered to his side out. His eyes gleamed with merriment as he took in the sad ugly state his wife was in. Finally she looked as pathetic as she acted. He listened as she begged for her life and the life of their unborn child. As if she truly believed that the child she carried would sway him from his actions.

He crouched down to look into her tear filled eyes, he ran the knife down the side of her face gently as he recounted all over the sins she committed against him and his soul mate. Her breathing was rapid and she clutched her stomach in a protective manner. He gave a bark of mad glee at this sight, asking her if she thought that would help protect her child. She pleaded with him, telling him that she loved him, lies all lies. She didn't love him. How could you love someone when they belonged to another?

No, only his soul mate loved him. He added pressure to the knife as he returned to run it down his wife's face. Small drops started to form at the cuts. Her screams of pain echoed in his ears as her pleas became louder and she started pull away from him.

He wrapped her hair around his fist and yanked her back towards him. He laughed as she released another scream of pain. He pressed the knife into her neck, telling her that it shouldn't of come to this. Telling her that she should of just stepped aside and let his love take her place. He was lost in the violent act that he was committing, lost so far that he didn't hear the soft steps that were coming from behind him.