Lord Have Mercy

By Forgotten Sunrise

AN: So it has been 55 days since the last update. I sadly lost my USB and didn't have the time to start all over again. But I got it back!!! (yah) So here you go. This chapter deal with rape. So be warned

Chapter 4: Stockholm Syndrome

"Hun, where did you get that from?" Bella pointed to a small blacken patch of skin on my smooth, pale arm curiously. I glanced down briefly at the spot she was pointing at. I already knew what was there.

Shit, we really needed to be more carful.

"Oh, that's nothing love," I answered in a nonchalant tone. "Since you and Jacob were gone last Saturday, Leah and I decided to get a good sparring session in. She ended up getting me real good."

It wasn't a lie; I did spar with Leah on Saturday. But we didn't spar in the traditional sense of it.

I looked up at my wife from the corner of my eye. Her long curly hair was hiding her face, but I knew what expression would be there if I could see it.

Guilt. It was the look that always clouded her flawless features when I made mention of her and her lover together. Then a look of smug happiness would creep across her features; the very same one Renesemee use to get whenever she though she had gotten away with something. Bella didn't think I knew what was happing. That bothered me for a long time.

Not anymore.

She can go ahead and keep eating her cake, for now at least.

I let my mind wonder back to Saturday. Bella told me that she and Jacob were going to spend some 'quality friend' time together in Seattle. But it was 85 degrees there. Those two weren't going to do anything that required leaving the hotel bed.

I couldn't understand what would lead Bella to start fucking Jacob; he was her son-in-law. Our daughter's husband. But I didn't want to understand either. What I wanted to understand was the body that was currently in front of me.

She raised a darken brow towards the heavens and flashed me a questioning look.

"What the hell do you want?" Her blackish brown hair was cut low to the base of her neck for easy phasing and framed her tanned face perfectly. She was pissed. She had caught me staring at her (and why wouldn't I? she had the shape of a top Ford model) and felt a little uneasy about it.

"Nothing you can't give me. Now stop stalling and come on Leah." I said as I crouched down, preparing to leap. This wasn't the first time Leah and I had sparred, but this time would be interesting, I was sure of it.

"Your funeral." She said easily, then tossed her short hair back into a ponytail with a flick of her wrist. "Ready when you're ready." She bent her knees some and clenched her relatively tiny fist.

"Ready!" I said as I leaped at her. She barely had the time jump out of the way, yet somehow she managed to do just that and land a forceful round-house kick to my side. Had I been human, that kick might have torn my limb clear off. As it was, it just left a nasty bruise-like mark.

"You're going to have to do much better than that! C'mon, Edward, don't be a sissy now!"

It was a challenge; a challenge I had every intension of beating. So I lunged at her once more and we began to move. Our bodies moving in sync perfectly. I punched, she dove. She kicked, I stepped just to the side and started to punch. It was the perfect balancing act. Bella use to beg me to teach her how to fight like this. I kept telling her that I couldn't bare to show her because I would never let her get in such a situation. But in truth, even if I had spent time showing Bella, she would have never picked it up. Her moves would have been robotic and hard, not at all like the smooth fluid motions that Leah product. It came naturally to Leah; she was naturally graceful. Bella on the other hand…Well, Bella was herself- naturally clumsy, even as a vampire.

"Stop daydreaming Vampboy, or I may just have to rip you to shreds." Leah said as she pushed me to the mossy ground and then straddled my hips. Her body felt incredibly warm and soft atop of mine, and in that moment, I wanted nothing more but to lay her. It was a crude thought, but nevertheless, I wanted it.

"Leah, get off of me please."

"Why? Because you like it?" she asked in a playful tone.

I looked her in brown eyes. To her, she was wining at our little game and I was just trying to be a sour sport.

To me, she was sitting right where I wanted her and she was dancing on a fine line. One wrong move and I'd loose control.

"You can't fathom how much I'm enjoying this-really Leah- but if you don't get off of me now…"

"Say I won."

What? This girl really didn't understand when she was in danger. She needed to run. Not taunt me. I was growing hard beneath her and I was surprise she didn't feel my erection beginning to press up against her inner thigh.

"Leah…" I growled. She was too playful for her own good.

"Say I beat you." She folded her arms across her chest and shifted her weight on me. And that was it. I felt my eyes dilate, turning to black as I flipped her over in one quick motion. She barely had the time to process what I was doing before I started yanking at her cloths.

"Edward what the fuck!" She yelled as she franticly tried to beat me off. It was then that she realized that I was much stronger than what I let show. The realization scared her, but she wasn't going to panic. Not yet.

We fought over her cloths for I don't know what length of time. Her shirt was the first to go but she put up a better fight when it came to the rest of the articles; snarling and biting and screaming all the while. When I finally had her exposed before me, I pinned her arms above her head and crashed my lips upon hers forcefully. She didn't kiss me back. I didn't expect her too.

I felt her trying to phase. I felt her trying to escape. It was all in vein.

I was going to take Leah, and I was going to take her here and now.

I ran my free hand up and down her powerful thighs, fluttering them dangerously close to her center folds which were moist due to instinctive anticipation.

The smell of her heat was driving me mad with lust. I could wait no longer.

With one thrust of my hand my sweats were down to my knee and I quickly parted her thighs so that I may invade them.

Hot tears cascaded down her face as she refused to look at me. Her jaw was set in determination, but her eyes were luminous with the sorrow of defeat. This should have knocked me back to my sense. Leah Clearwater was the majestic female wolf; the one and only of her kind. Who was I to rape her in the middle of the forest? I was stripping her of her dignity to satisfy my own selfish needs.

I didn't care. Not in that moment.

Hot venom pool under my tongue as I began to push into the woman who was withering beneath me. I wanted to release inside her the moment I entered; her sticky sweet juices surrounded my intruding cock and her strong muscle pushed against me.

She hadn't mated in years, that of which was for sure.

I emitted throaty growl as I opened her legs wider and pushed further inside.

The only sounds she made were tiny whimpers of pain and pleasure mixed together as I pounded her repetitively.

I selfishly made the sex last as long as I could, changing the pace of my thrust to lessen my need momentarily.

When she finally reached her climax, she sighed in unwanted satisfaction and let her hot cum all over my penis. I couldn't hold back after that. With one last shove of my hips, I explode in of her, send my seed deep inside her depths.

I felt my eyes convert back to a stage of normality and the realization of what I had just did hit me then.

Dirt had collected on her rusted skin were sweat and tears pooled. Her lips slightly trembled with anger and her breast moved up and down, following the movements of her breathing as she tried desperately to comprehend what went wrong.

I ran a cold hand up the length of her body and cupped her chin in my palm.

She was beautiful.

What on earth did I just do?

She looked at me, eyes red with spite.

"Are you done yet, leech?" Her tone was cold, rightfully so. I pulled out from her immediately, instantly missing the warmth of her juices the encased me as I freed her.

She wasted no time. As soon as I was out, she got up and ran, changing into her wolf form on the way.

I watched her leave with regret, cursing my lack of control and wishing that this could have turned out to be more of a positive situation.

There was nothing left to do but to clean myself and head home.

The next day, Leah came to my house to comfort me. That woman's valor could not be expressed in words. Just yesterday, I over powered her and had her against her will and now I find her at my doorstep, slapping me in my face and shouting at me, just daring me to do it all again.

Then somewhere, in all the chaos of her shouting and screaming, she was pulling my neck down so that I was face to face with her and she was kissing me with a passion.

I wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her inside and swiftly shut the door.

What an odd case this was. As she threw me to the gournd and began removing our garments, bruising my arm once again in her urgent heist, I could only think of one explaination:

Stockholm syndrome.

Again, sorry about the wait! hope you all enjoyed! For those of you who don't know what Stockholm syndrome is, it's when a hostage becomes emotionally attached to his or her captour