Fatal Affection (yandere Alice Cullen and Yandere Jasper Hale x male oc)

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-Alices POV-

I laid there beside him, my body pressed softly against the side of his. My hand gently caressed through his hair, the strands slipping like silk between my fingers. His hand, 'so warm, so fragile', rested in mine, and I could feel every slight tremor of his body as he slept. Bennett looked so peaceful, so innocent. It made my chest swell with pride, an overwhelming sense of possession and want.

He was mine. 'Ours'.

It wasn't just how he had crumbled in front of me earlier, how he had obeyed every word without hesitation. It was more profound than that. He was already bending to my will, 'our' will. So easy to mold, so eager for approval. I loved how he sounded so weak, desperate for validation, desperate to be 'good'. And tonight, he had been the 'perfect' boy.

I let my thumb trace gentle circles across the back of his hand as I stared down at him, watching his chest's subtle rise and fall. I could still feel the remnants of his panic, the way his heart had raced under my command, only to slow as I soothed him back into calm. He had clung to my every word, each affirmation pulling him deeper into my control.

The power that coursed through me at that moment was intoxicating; it felt so unbelievably good to have him in my hands like this, so 'weak' so 'corruptible', and it looked beautiful on him.

He had no idea how much I loved seeing him like this. So vulnerable, so utterly 'dependent' on me. I shifted slightly, my body leaning closer to his, pressing my lips to the crown of his head in a featherlight kiss. His scent filled my senses, his warmth so inviting. I had always found human fragility... fascinating, but there was something about 'him' that stirred something more within me.

Something that made me want to 'consume' him.

I sighed softly, my fingers weaving back into his hair, stroking it slowly and deliberately. His trust in me made my heart race with excitement. The way he had panicked, the way he had broken down and 'needed' me to bring him back from the edge—it thrilled me. It sent a rush of heat through my body, lingering just below the surface. There was something so 'delicious' about having this control over him, and it is something I won't be letting go of.

He was mine to protect. Mine to manipulate. Mine to 'shape'.

I let my eyes drift over him, drinking in every detail. His soft features, the way his lips parted slightly in sleep, the gentle flutter of his eyelashes. I could feel the desire building inside me—not the same raw hunger I had felt for Jasper, but something more delicate, more dangerous. Something deeply possessive. 'Bennett belongs to me.'

I turned my gaze toward Jasper, who knelt on the other side of the bed, his eyes focused intently on the project board we'd worked on earlier. He was fixing the minor damage it had sustained throughout Bennett's panic attack, his movements careful, almost reverent.

After a while, Jasper rose silently and moved toward Bennett's drawers, his movements so soft that even I barely heard the faint rustle. He opened the drawer with a grace that only Jasper could manage, his fingers brushing the pill containers inside with a delicate touch.

"What are you thinking?" I whispered, my voice so low that no human could have caught it, but Jasper heard me perfectly.

He glanced back at me, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I'm thinking... if there's a way to replace these medications with generic vitamins gradually." His fingers brushed over the pill bottles, and I could see the calculated thought in his eyes. "If he comes off these, I'll have more control over his emotions—full control."

I grinned, the idea thrilling me. "That's good. And then he'll need us to feel normal."

"Mmm." Jasper hummed in agreement, closing the drawer silently before returning to me. He was always precise and calculated, and I loved that about him. He knew exactly how to keep Bennett tethered to us, just as I did.

My mind drifted, thinking about Bennett's so-called fiancée, Jessica. The mere thought of her made my blood simmer with anger. She was an obstacle—a 'nuisance' standing in the way of what Jasper and I were building. I clenched my teeth, my fingers tightening ever so slightly in Bennett's hair, though I was careful not to wake him; however, that did not stop a delicious gasp coming from Bennett's sleeping mouth, causing all sorts of tingles to rush through my body.

"What are we going to do about her?" I asked after a few seconds, calming myself down from Bennett's noise, my voice laced with the venomous jealousy that simmered in the pit of my stomach.

Jasper chuckled softly, clearly amused by the murderous intent in my tone. "As much as I'd love to join you in killing her, it would be far too suspicious if she suddenly 'went missing.'" He moved back to the bedside, kneeling next to me again. "And we can't exactly go home with red eyes."

I let out a frustrated breath, knowing he was right. It was infuriating. But then again, Jasper always had a plan. I glanced at him, my brow raised. "So then what?"

"Emotional manipulation," he replied smoothly. "That's our best bet. We could also frame her as having a secret affair, but that might not guarantee a breakup. It may take time, but if we can make Bennetts's family hate her and make her hate Bennett in return, that will work in our favour."

I nodded slowly, letting his words sink in. He was right, of course. It would take time, but time was something we had. "It won't be long before Bennett devotes himself fully to us," I murmured, looking down at the boy who lay so peacefully beside me, not being able to stop myself from lightly kissing his soft jaw and neck.

Jasper's voice was calm, as always. "No, it won't. And once he's free of her, we can see how his family reacts. If they're still intent on arranging his marriage, then we'll have to take another approach."

I looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"If his father insists on selecting another bride, we'll need to play the religious card," Jasper explained, his tone thoughtful. "If Carlisle and Bennett's father can agree, you might be able to marry him that fully attaches him."

I smirked, the idea sending a wave of satisfaction through me. Jasper was always two steps ahead, always planning for every possible outcome. "It's disgusting how they've let him get this emotionally weak," I muttered, my fingers gently stroking Bennett's hair once more. "But I can't be mad, not when it's been so beneficial to us."

Jasper leaned in, kissing my lips, his gaze locking with mine. "We'll break that engagement soon. And once we do, Bennett will have no one but us to turn to."

I smiled, my heart racing with anticipation. Bennett would be ours 'completely' ours. No more distractions, no more obstacles. Just the three of us, bound together in ways that no one else could understand.

And I couldn't wait.

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17th October 2024