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

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-Alice's POV-

The art classroom had a specific serene energy, the kind of atmosphere that felt almost timeless. Morning light streamed through the tall, wide windows, casting a slight glow across the room; luckily for us, there weren't sunbeams. The walls were lined with shelves filled with old sketchbooks, dried-up paint tubes, and sculptures left unfinished by students from years past. The large, wooden tables scattered throughout the room were heavy with the weight of creative potential, though most were empty.

It was quiet in here, the calm kind of quiet that made you feel like you could hear your own thoughts, with only the soft hum of a classmate's earphones breaking the stillness at the other tables. The only other person on the table also partaking in listening to music. He was utterly absorbed in his music, head bobbing occasionally but otherwise oblivious to us. Perfect.

Bennett sat beside me, his focus flickering between the paper in front of him and Jasper, who was across the table. His fingers toyed absentmindedly with a pencil, though he hadn't started sketching yet. I let my eyes drift over to him, watching how the light softened the curve of his cheek, how his lashes fluttered as he glanced up and caught Jasper's eye. He was so pretty when he was like this; he was calm and thoughtful, unaware of just how much attention I was giving him.

"So, what's your favourite colour?" I asked asked, breaking the easy silence.

"Blue," Bennett answered simply, his voice steady and smooth as always.

"Well, I quite like purple," I chimed in, letting the warmth in my tone reflect how comfortable I felt around him. "But that doesn't mean it's my favourite." I leaned in a little, resting my elbow on the table. "And Jazzy here doesn't really have one. Your turn, Benny."

His lips curled into a small smile, and he thought momentarily before asking, "Um... what do you do in your free time?" He hadn't realised yet that every question he asked only made him more endearing to us.

Jasper's eyes met mine briefly, a shared understanding passing between us. 'Other than watching over you,' I almost said, but that would've been too much. Instead, I answered lightly, "Well, Jazzy and I like to spend time together playing games, don't we?"

Jasper gave a soft, approving nod. "Yes, we do."

"But I really like shopping," I added with a grin, the memory of dragging Jasper around boutiques making me laugh softly. "And sometimes, when I feel sorry for dragging him along, I take my sisters instead."

"I enjoy playing video games with my brother," Jasper added, and there was something in his voice, more relaxed than usual. I glanced at him, seeing how easily he was opening up. It had to be Bennett. He had this effect on Jasper that was sweet. Comforting, even. "And exploring the local woodlands."

Bennett's eyes lit up a little, and I couldn't help but admire the way they sparkled when he was interested in something. There was a softness to him that was always beneath the surface, and I had to fight the urge to lean closer and touch his hand. The memory of that night, the gentle kiss I'd left on his lips while he slept, flashed through my mind. His lips were so soft, so warm under mine. The thought sent a warmth through me, something I could only describe as a hunger for more. Someday, someday, he'll be just as perfect as we are.

"And you, Benny?" I asked, smiling softly. "What do you do?"

He shifted a little in his seat, his fingers still playing with the pencil. "I like reading, but I don't do it obsessively. My dad doesn't like screens much, so I can only play games on my phone."

"Your father is stricter than your mother?" I pressed gently, keeping my tone casual but already sensing there was something deeper behind that statement.

He hesitated. Just for a moment, I caught the brief flicker of tension in his shoulders, the way his gaze dropped slightly before he answered. "Yeah, he's he's gotten a lot stricter in the last few months."

Jasper and I exchanged a look. 'There it is.' I could feel the shift in the conversation, the underlying current of something more.

"How come?" I asked, leaning in ever so slightly, my voice light but encouraging. I watched him carefully now, tracking every small movement he made, the way his lips pressed together, how his eyes clouded with something darker.

"Um... my brother," Bennett said softly, his voice barely more than a murmur. His shoulders tensed, and I could feel the way his mood shifted, how that floating lightness he'd been carrying all morning dimmed just a bit.

'Bingo.'

This was what we needed. He hadn't said much about his brother before, but it was clear now that whatever had happened there had shaken him.

"What about your brother?" I asked, keeping my voice gentle, though I could feel his my pulse quicken slightly. "We haven't met him yet. Has he moved out?"

Bennett swallowed hard, his fingers fidgeting with the pencil even more now. "He lives with his wife at her house."

'Wife?' I raised an eyebrow, exchanging another quick glance with Jasper. "He's married? How old is he?"

"He's almost nineteen," Bennett answered, his voice quieter now.

"And he's married? That's young. Did they plan it, like you and...?" I trailed off, leaving the question hanging just enough to make him fill in the gaps.

"Yeah."

I nodded, keeping my tone even. "So why has that made your father stricter? Wouldn't he be more relaxed, having one less person in the house?"

Bennett sighed, the sound heavy with something unspoken. "It... wasn't planned to happen that soon. He... um, he got her pregnant, and our parents had to rush the wedding to hide it."

'Ah, there it is.' The piece we'd been missing.

"I see," I said, watching Bennett closely. His body language told me everything I needed to know: how his shoulders curled in on themselves and how his fingers gripped the pencil a little too tightly. This was a sore spot, a raw wound he wasn't ready to confront.

"And because your family follows Christianity so closely, pre-marital sex isn't exactly... acceptable?" I asked gently, letting the words fall carefully into the space between us.

Bennett's eyes widened, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and panic. "Shhh," he hushed quickly, his gaze darting around the room as if someone else might overhear. The pleading look in his eyes tugged at something inside me. He was so vulnerable in that moment, so desperate to keep this part of his life hidden.

"Benny," I said softly, reaching out and brushing my fingers against his hand. The contact was brief but enough to ground him, to remind him that we were here for him. "It's okay to talk about it. You know what? We can sit in the car at lunch and talk more if you want, somewhere private."

He nodded quickly, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes, please."

"Okay, Bennett," I said gently, pulling back, though my mind was already racing ahead, cataloguing every little detail of this conversation. There was still more to uncover, more to know about him. But for now, I let him breathe.

Jasper remained quiet, watching me carefully, letting me guide this moment. We had what we needed for now, but Bennett's quiet submission made me want to protect him even more. He was already so perfect, but he would be exquisite as a vampire. Eternal. Ours.

"But don't think we'll forget," I added with a light smile, trying to ease the tension. "Now, next question. Your turn, Benny."

28th october 2024
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