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

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-I tried to make the book slightly more scenic. I hope you like it-

-Alice's POV-

The car hummed with the low rumble of the engine, its warmth a sharp contrast to the biting cold outside. Through the slightly condensated windows, the bare trees stood stark against the fading grey of the setting January sky. Snow lingered on the streets, piling along the sidewalks, and the occasional gust of wind sent flurries swirling into the air. It had started snowing during the last period, which caused a slight stir in the school, hoping to go home early; alas, that hadn't happened.
Bennett sat in the back seat behind the driver's, Jasper and I sitting up front with my hand reaching back to hold onto little Bennett's hand, his fingers gripping mine too tightly, as if afraid that letting go would mean sinking into the icy abyss outside. His neediness was almost tangible, a silent plea radiating from him, and every fidget betrayed how tightly wound he had become.

After today's classes, he had grown noticeably more clingy, which wasn't surprising. Jasper had been feeding Bennett's emotions significantly after exiting the school, amplifying his anxiety and longing until they overwhelmed him, causing this sad little mess. The cold winter only seemed to heighten his vulnerability, the bleakness outside a perfect reflection of the emptiness we would soon create in him. The weather was quite fitting, not to mention it also helped accustom him to our cold temperature.

Bennettt had shyly requested that we come inside when we reached his house just as we left school. His reluctance to be left alone is almost painful to witness. His nervous glances between Jasper and me had made it clear he was hoping for any excuse to keep us near, his eyes pleading for reassurance. But this had all been planned long before. Tonight, we were leaving him alone, with no texts, calls, or contact whatsoever. It was all part of our carefully crafted experiment.

The goal was simple: make him crave us more.

The day had been filled with our presence, constant attention, touch, and praise, and now we would take it all away, leaving Bennett to feel the coldness that followed our absence. It was cruel, perhaps, but necessary. The emptiness we would leave behind would gnaw at him, driving him to reach out and making him realise just how much he needed us. Not just our affection but our approval and control. We wanted him to come to us, not merely squirming under our touch but actively seeking it, like a puppy desperate for its owner's attention.

The icy road stretched ahead, the streetlights casting dull golden pools of light onto the snow-packed ground. I had seen how this would play out, the vision clear as a shard of glass. Bennett, alone in his room, pacing back and forth, unsure of what to do with himself without us there. He would try, at first, to distract himself, but the emptiness would soon sink in. I could see it now: the confusion, the yearning that would grow and gnaw at him until it became unbearable. He wouldn't break tonight, no, but there would be tears.

"We've already agreed to a family activity tonight," I told him just as we got in the car, making my voice sugary sweet but firm, not leaving room for argument. It's a lie, of course, but one Bennett would never question. If we said we were going shopping, I bet he would have begged to tag along; if we mentioned helping someone, he'd offer his assistance in a heartbeat. His eagerness to please, to belong, was laughably predictable. So touch-starved, so desperate for validation.

When I told him we couldn't come inside, I watched the disappointment flicker across his face, the way his grip tightened on my hand, as if he feared I might vanish. It was almost heartbreaking how transparent he was and how he tried to mask his emotions. But for our plan, there were no affirmations tonight, no 'good boy' to soothe him. Tonight, we were leaving him with nothing.

The houses blurred past the window as we neared his home, the warm glow of porch lights shining faintly through the cold evening air. Bennett had gone quiet inside the car. His energy dimmed as the weight of disappointment settled over him. His hand remained tightly clenched around mine as if I were the only thing keeping him tethered; it was cute. During the whole drive, he barely spoke, offering only small murmurs of agreement when Jasper or I had an idle conversation. His eagerness to stay in our good graces was almost amusing. His fear of being left out was very clear in every gesture. The anxiety Jasper had stirred in him was clearly taking its toll, and Bennett was starting to look like a wreck.

Jasper and I exchanged a glance, dark amusement dancing in his eyes. Bennett was so easy to read and so predictable in his devotion. He had no idea how deeply he was already under our control, like clay waiting to be moulded. His puppy-like neediness was both endearing and a sign of how far we had drawn him in.

The car finally rolled to a stop in front of his house, the headlights illuminating the snow-dusted path leading to his front door. For a moment, Bennett hesitated, lingering in the warmth of the car, his eyes flicking between us once more. He didn't want to leave. His reluctance was almost palpable, and it filled me with a sense of satisfaction.

With a heavy sigh, Bennett finally opened the door, the freezing wind rushing in as he stepped out into the cold. He fumbled through his goodbyes, his breath fogging in the night air, his voice small and uncertain. I could see the disappointment in his eyes, the way he tried to hide it behind a polite smile.

"We'll pick you up at the same time tomorrow," I told him casually, as though nothing was amiss. He nodded, stepping back into the snow, but I could see the hesitation in his movements, the reluctance to let us go. He stood there, watching as we drove away, his figure growing smaller in the rearview mirror, a lost, lonely silhouette against the backdrop of the snow-covered street.

"Mmm, I don't think he's handling that well," I mused, glancing back at Bennett, who was still standing there, watching us, his expression distant and confused.

Jasper chuckled lowly beside me. "It'll be entertaining to watch."

"He's not going to break down," I said, a note of satisfaction creeping into my voice. "But he will cry."

My visions had been clearer today, sharper, more frequent, and Bennett had been in most of them. The bond we were forming with him was strengthening my abilities, allowing me to see deeper into his future and anticipate his every move. The image of Bennett, alone in his room tonight, tears slipping down his cheeks as he lay beside bed, clinging to his pillow, filled me with anticipation.

"We'll still see him tonight," Jasper reminded me, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Mmm, can't wait," I replied, already imagining the moment we would slip into his room after he had fallen asleep, our presence filling the void we had left behind.

The thought of Bennett lying there, vulnerable and alone in the freezing night, made my chest swell with excitement. He had no idea how much we were already inside his head, how much he was starting to depend on us. And after tonight, that dependence would only grow stronger. The absence of our touch and voices would gnaw at him until he could barely stand it.

"Well," I said, turning my gaze back to the road, the snow swirling outside the window. "We need to hunt. And then we can watch as he figures out what to do without us."

A smile tugged at my lips as I imagined Bennett's growing confusion and desperation as the night stretched. He was already ours, but soon he would realise it too. Soon, he wouldn't just want our approval. He'd need it. And when that moment came, we'd be waiting.

25th October 2024
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