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My Idea for Breaking Dawn: The Ultimate War

Summary:
The werewolves refuse to allow Bella to marry Edward and become a vampire. They are willing to do anything--ANYTHING--to stop that from happening. More barriers threaten to keep Bella and Edward from acquiring their ultimate happiness and they must once again fight for what they want--what they NEED.


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23. Chapter 23: Possession

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We came to a sudden halt in Edward's room and I giggled, "Yes! Alone at last! We...will be alone...right?"

He chuckled, "Yes, we'll be alone. My family decided to go on an extra little hunting trip so that when I have to..." He didn't want to say the words, so he coughed awkwardly and continued, "They won't be so tempted to help me out, if you will."

"They're going to be here?!" I asked, incredulously, "Why?!"

"Because they love you, Bella, and they want to be there for you to help you through it. They would never make you go through that alone." He said, sounding appalled.

"Oh," was all I could say.

He set me down and said, "Why don't you go freshen up and I'll...prepare everything."

"Prepare what?" I asked, with a slight laugh.

"You'll see. Oh, and Alice left you a gift on the counter in the bathroom. Go on."

I was reluctant to go, but he nodded in encouragement, so I obliged.

I got into the bathroom and opened the giftbag to find some red lace and silk lingerie and groaned. "Alice..." This was the kind of thing Rosalie could wear, not me. I didn't do sexy; I did...comfort.

Nonetheless, I put it on, hating how tight it was, and then took down my hair, which was practically falling apart anyways, surprisingly enough. I fixed it as much as I could and then looked at myself one more time.

I looked...different. Weird. I had never been the type of girl to ever wear anything like this, and I still wasn't; it was strange. Did I look pretty--I guess; if you were into girls who were uncomfortable in their own skin, but to most guys, I was absolutely positive I would look hideous.

I shuddered, causing the cups of the lingerie to tighten around my breasts, and I sighed, "Oh, dear...this will present a problem, won't it?"

I grabbed the robe and put it on, tying it anxiously, desperate to cover myself up.
Then, I put my hair up in a clip to where it actually looked pretty decent and my makeup was still done, so in all fairness, I didn't look half bad. But, it didn't matter what I thought; it was what Edward thought that really mattered.

Oh, no. Edward! I hadn't even thought about how he would react to this. I couldn't let him see me like this; I looked like a skank.

I scrambled around the bathroom for a towel or something to cover myself up more fully and wound up knocking the flower vase off the counter. My hands flew to my mouth and I gasped, "Uh-oh!"

After not finding anything, I decided it was time to face my fears and battle my internal demons and go claim his end of the bargain. As nervous as I was, at least I knew he wouldn't back out on me. Not after what I did for him.

I sighed, nervously, and opened the door. I peeked my head out to see and called, softly, "Edward?"

"I'm here, Bella." He replied, softly, "Come on; it's okay."

I moaned in embarrassment and obliged. "Okay...you remember the deal: I do for you, you do for me." I demanded, looking at him.

He was leaning very casually against the wall with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes were smoldering at me; looking me up and down appreciatively. "Mm...you can have anything you want."

I furrowed my eyebrows. He knew what I want. Why was he acting so different? "You know what I want....You." I very rigidly, with trembling hands, untied my robe and lowered it so that only my shoulders and the top of my breasts were exposed.

I struggled to look even semi-seductive, but Edward did not seem in the least bit unaffected by this exposure. His eyebrows raised, as his eyes wandered--and lingered--towards my breasts and he pushed himself off the wall with his back and made his way over to me.

"Well, Bella...you sure do give a man a run for his money."

"What, what are you talking about?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Nothing...nothing of coincidence....It's just that, well, Emmett and I had a bet going. He didn't think you had the capability to look as hot as Rosalie and I fought for you; saying that your beauty was just something you really had to look for to see."

I felt as if I had been slapped in the face. I pulled my robe back on, tied it again, and said, appalled, "You...WHAT?! Edward, how could you? Do you know how offensive that is to be compared to Rosalie?! As if my comparison of the two of us isn't bad enough, it is utterly horrifying to know you've been doing it too!"

He looked unrepentant as he shrugged and said, "Eh--what can I say; I am a MAN, am I not? Men are not capable of just looking at one woman for the rest of their lives, Bella; it's impossible! And I am living more than just one life, so you have to get used to it, honey."

Tears burned my eyes as I choked out, "What? Edward--"

"You didn't really think I could just...settle for YOU forever, did you? Come on; what kind of way is THAT to spend eternity?!"

I sobbed, "No...this can't be happening; not again!"

He approached me, lowered the one of my sleeves to expose my shoulder, and he traced the side of my neck, down across my shoulder, back up to my ear, before whispering, "By the way, I'm not changing you."

"You promised!" I said, angrily.

"I had to find some way to get what I want, didn't I? Come on, Bella; you're not so easy to negotiate with; I had to compromise."

I began sobbing hysterically, "Edward, how could you do this to me? It's me; it's your Bella. I love you. Please...PLEASE...what's wrong with you?"

This couldn't have been him. The Edward I knew would never, ever back out on his word, and he would never treat me like a dumpy girl he had to settle for. He loved me. I knew that now, more than anything. He assured me of his love for me when he came back and I have never again doubted that love. Something was wrong with him. This was not my Edward.

He roughly grabbed me by my arms, pulled me in closer, and said, "To your other request, however, there are no complaints from the peanut gallery. I am happy to oblige."

He crushed his lips to mine in an unfamiliar, rough way and locked my head in place so I couldn't move. He walked us forcefully over to the bed, throwing me on it in a cruel manner, crawled on top of me, so that I couldn't move a muscle, and continued kissing me.

Tears streamed wordlessly down my face. I was utterly speechless: was I really going to be forced to have sex with the love of my existence like this? I wanted him so much; but I did not want it to happen like this. How could he treat me like some...how...I couldn't think. I was too desperate to get him to stop.

As his lips fiercely and greedily began kissing my neck, I sobbed, "Edward...what's wrong with you? What is it? Please...don't do this."

"Come on, Bella, you know you want it!" He dragged my body upward so that it was totally pressed against his and I screamed, "NO!"

My robe was now off and he was untying the strings to expose my breasts fully. I was sobbing hysterically now, desperate for someone to help me. I wanted Edward to help me, like he always does, but he wasn't in a helping mood right now.

I tried to resist his kisses, but he kissed me anyway.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Edward was ripped away from me by Emmett, who threw him into a wall, knocking him unconscious.

That was weird; Edward never fell unconscious.

I scrambled to cover myself and Alice hurriedly wrapped the robe around me and said, "Come, Bella! Hurry! Edward's been possessed."

"What?!" I asked, wiping my tears.

Emmett knelt down to Edward's aide, followed by Carlisle, who pulled his head into his lap and began examining his son.

Alice grabbed me and said, "There's no time. Come on! Edward's been possessed by Jacob!"

And like that, we were flying out the room and away from Edward--or Jacob, rather. I should have known I couldn't have gotten married in peace. Jacob was too stubborn to let that happen. I should have seen this coming.