Love Or Obsession?

The Lancasters

-Bella's P.O.V.

I woke up with a loud gasp, realizing I watched a nightmare so bad even my hands are shivering with fear. It wasn't exactly a dream but a feeling, an extremely uneasy feeling that something bad is happening, something disastrous. But, hopefully its just a nonsense nightmare and nothing more than that.

Pushing aside the thought, I reached out to grab the glass of water kept on the sidetable but it slipped from my shivering hands, crashing on the ground and shattering into pieces.

"Shit" I mumbled, looking at the mess I've created. Wiping away the sweat beads formed on my forehead, I was about to climb down the bed.

"Don't move" the stern, commanding voice froze my movement. I looked upto find, Aaron and right now, all I wanted was to hug him. Be inside his embrace, as long as possible, away from this world, away from all the troubles, away from everything. Even though, I'm supposed to hate him but.... I can't. I could never.

Perhaps, my condition was distraught enough for him to understand that something was wrong with me. He walked to the bed, settling down beside me. He reached out to hold me, but his hands froze just before he could touch me. The disappointment hit me like a rock when he stopped. I wanted him to hold me, his embrace was once the warmest and safest place for me, and I wanna feel the same feeling again.

Holding his hand, I placed it on my face. He stroked my cheeks softly, his callous fingers caressed my face soothingly like I'm the most delicate piece of art for him.

"What's wrong, love?" He asked, slowly pulling me inside his embrace. His hands wrapped around me, encasing me from all the side and all I could feel was his warmth, and the steady sound of his heartbeat. My mind was convinced he's the wrong person for me, but my heart believes otherwise.

"I don't know..." I breathed out, snuggling inside his chest. "I'm scared" I said without realizing what I was actually scared of. The uneasy feeling, the nightmare or... Aaron?

He pulled himself back just enough to look at me. Cupping my face, he stroked my cheeks with his thumb as he looked straight in my eyes, "I'm here for you" the determination in his voice gave a rush of relief. "...Until my last breath" he added, with a reassuring smile.

Our faces just inches away, he leaned more closer until our lips brushed against each other. His lips moved over mine in a slow kiss. My body, a betrayer thing it was, responded to his kiss with a ever slow rhythm.

His hands sliped around my waist, making their way into my hair as he pulled me even more close, deepening the kiss until I was out of breath. His body pressed against mine, pushing me back on the bed as I held the collar of his shirt tightly inside my fist. Desire washed over us, heat pooling up inside of me with the way he felt against my skin. His hands found his way inside my top, fingers tracing my spine with a tantalizing rhythm leaving goosebumps in its wake.

My body collapsed on the soft mattress, with him on top of me. "I love you" He parted his lips just enough to say this before sinking his lips over mine in yet another soul shattering kiss.

I love you? He loves me? I didn't know what to respond or whether to believe in these words. But for some sick reasons, I loved him even though he lied to me everytime. And that's the thing about love, even if the person hurts you, The pain doesn't take away your love instead the love brings even greater hurt with it. If I never falled in love with him, it would've been easy. So very easy yet I chose to complicate my life with his presence. Why? I have no answer. And now my mixed feelings, has taken over my better judgment. I yearned for his sweet kisses, the warm hugs, his protective arms, everything. I wanted it, even though I hated it, I wanted it.

Parting his lips from me, he looked deep in my eyes, perhaps wondering if he should go on or stop and walk away. I didn't wanted him to walk away, not tonight. Even if that makes me selfish, I wanted him, I needed him as he much as he did. And the funny part is that, He knew it.

-Author's P.O.V.

At Manhattan international airport, two men walked down from their private chartered plane.

"Home, sweet home" The man inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his homeland. "Feels like a million years..." he added, shooting a smile as he saw a familiar face walking towards him.

"Welcome home, dad" Massimo greeted his father, Azrael Lancaster, with politeness.

Sebastian, who followed Azrael closely behind, came forward and extended his hand to Massimo. "Pleasure seeing you again, Marcus" he shot a professional smile, shaking his hand.

Massimo St. John, Bella's former date was none other than Azrael Lancaster's one and only son, Marcus Lancaster. He faked his personality of being Massimo, not wanting to reveal his real name otherwise she'd have ran away in an instant upon hearing the Name LANCASTER. Everyone knew, everyone feared THE LANCASTERS more than anything. Azrael Lancaster was one vile snake. He has betrayed, killed, tortured people to reach where he is at now. The castle he live in, is standing on top of several graves of the people who he killed.

"Why don't you two catch up while I go see my lovely wife. See you later" he bid him goodbye and Azrael waved him off, turning his attention back to his son.

"If I'm not wrong, you weren't planning to set foot here, what changed your mind?" Marcus asked Azrael, as both father and son walked to their cars.

"I wasn't planning too then I heard they took her away" he said remorseful, shaking his head disappointed. "My dearest, daughter in law... tsk" he scoffed.

"Ah yes that bitch. Ran away with that whatever Christopher guy" He spat.

"The Christopher brothers, I need to know everything about them" Azrael mumbled to himself, thinking deeply. "Let's have a drink and you fill me the details of here while I was away" he said, raising his eyebrows.

"If there's gonna be drinks, then I'm fine with it" He said, letting out a throaty chuckle.