Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Possession ❯ Memories ( Chapter 1 )

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Memories

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The hallways were dark, lit with flaming torches instead of regular light bulbs. Edward Masen walked down the dim hallway towards his room, a sadistic and crazed smile on his face as he cleaned the bloody knife in his hand. He had just taken care of the last problem that would have been in his way just a few minutes ago; a corpse now sat in the parlor of his manor.

He looked down at his clothes. I should change first went through his mind as he stopped at the door to his room. He entered the dark room, closing the door behind him until nothing but a sliver of light from the bottom of the door shone within his room. Walking towards his closet by memory, he pulled out a new shirt before going over to his dresser and grabbing a pair of jeans.

He walked towards the bathroom, finally turning on a regular light as he stepped through the door. His eyes immediately shot to the mirror, where he stood, his reflection like a pale, blood spattered ghost. His tousled, bronze hair was messier than usual, streaked with blood from him running his bloodied hands through it. His face was pale white, a manic smile permanently etched on his face while dots of blood dried on his face. The rest of his body was splattered with the red liquid, almost completely drenching him.

He set the knife down on the counter before he stripped himself completely, dropping his clothes to the ground before stepping into the shower, a spray of hot water connecting with his skin. He didn't flinch as the fiery water started to redden his skin. Instead, he went back to thinking about the problem that he had just eradicated.

Charlie Swan, the police chief, had come over for a visit. He had just said that it was a welcome to the neighborhood, but Edward knew that he had a different reason other than that.

The reason was the fact that several young boys had gone missing, none of them being seen again. And Charlie had come over to question him about the disappearances; not that he had actually been able too.

Edward closed his eyes as the blood rolled off his body, his mind back on what had happened just minutes before.

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Flashback

The flashing red and blue lights were what greeted him as he pulled up to his home. A lone police car was parked in his driveway, the driver leaning against the hood, arms crossed as his stern look pierced him. He slowed down, stopping his descent before stepping out of his own vehicle.

“What seems to be the problem, Officer?” he asked, his voice a careful mask of innocence and bewilderment. The officer turn to look at him fully and he couldn't help but mentally smile as he recognized the face of Charlie Swan, the Chief of Police. Perfect went through his mind as he stepped forward.

“I thought I would come to welcome the newest member of our community. I was also hoping that I might ask you some questions,” Charlie said, his voice gruff.

“Sure, why don't you come in,” he said, giddy with anticipation. Charlie nodded, unaware of the plans that the man in front of him had going through his mind. He was also unaware of the knife that was in the guy's pocket

Charlie let him lead them into he house, stepping through the now unlocked door as he was directed towards the parlor. He went to sit down on the couch, but never made it as a sharp, stinging pain went through his back. He was aware of it going through him several times, in different places upon his back. Something liquid-like was dripping down his back.

He felt weak, about to fall forward when the guy moved in front of him, the knife now visible. He straightened his spine, despite how weak and painful it was, reaching for his gun when he felt the knife connect to his throat. The sharp knife pushed through his flesh and muscles, spraying blood everywhere.

He dropped to the ground as the last thing he heard was, “I'll take care of her…” before everything faded out.

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The memory ended as he reached for his shampoo. He wanted to look his best for his girl. His mind went back to her. Isabella Swan. Such a beautiful girl. He could remember the first time he saw her, in the bookstore in Seattle.

She had been driven there right when he got there, so he had been able to see her leave the truck that had driven her there. He could tell that the man there wasn't her boyfriend because he was way too old for such a young girl. It was further proved when she said, “See you in five hours, Dad.”

He had followed her into the shop, keeping out of her sight until he was positive that there was no way anyone would be able to see them and that he had her trapped. He had struck then.

He started washing up his body as he thought about what he had done.

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Flashback

His car pulled just as she got out of the truck that she had come in. Without thinking about it, he glanced over as he went to open his door, and found himself completely transfixed, his hand on the door handle as he stared out the window. He was thankful that his windows were extremely tinted, as well as the fact that he had decided to take his vanquish out instead of his usual car.

He watched as she talked to the man, hearing the guy call her Bella. She listened for a moment before replying back, Dad being heard at the end of her reply. She walked up to the doors, waving at her father before disappearing into the store.. He slowly got out of his car, seemingly inconspicuous as he slowly gathered his wallet while keeping an eye on the old truck. He walked up to the doors himself as the truck disappeared around the corner. Slowly opening the door, he walked over to the clerk, who immediately straightened his back at the sight of his boss.

“Get the others, and go on your lunch breaks,” he said, glaring at the guy when he was about to say something. The clerk gulped nervously as he nodded his head, heading to the back to get the other two clerks and the security guy so they knew to leave. When they were given an order, everyone knew not to bother with them.

He followed the guy to the back, where he glared at the other three as they all four left. Then, he walked back to the front, going to the front door where he turned off the front lights, locked the door, and put up a sign that said lunch hour. Then, he went to the security room ,where he turned off all the in store cameras, only keeping the one that watched the front and back doors on.

Finally, he headed over to the classical section of the store, where he had seen her go on the security screens before switching them - and the tapes - over to the other cameras. He snuck over quietly, a small smile playing on his lips as he pressed a button on a remote that would shut off the remaining lights, and plunge this side of the store into total darkness.

He was right behind her at this point, and was quick in wrapping his arms around her as he covered her scream and held her still. The girl struggled, trying to remove him from her as he dragged her through another employees' entrance, moving through the dark with the experience of a someone who knew where they were going.

He finally reached the place where he had been heading, his apartment that was several stories above the shop. He had about four and a half hours with her, and he wasn't going to waste any of it. Throwing her into the dark room, he quickly grabbed her arm, hauling her into the bedroom, onto the bed, into some chains before she could even move.

He made sure to use silk ties so that he didn't leave a single mark on her body. He also blindfolded her, care full not to hurt he, before turning on the light, and putting on his alarm, making it so that it would alert him to the first moment when four hours had past before returning to her side.

She was shaking like a leaf, her mouth opened as harsh breaths left her. He knew that she wanted to scream, yet she seemed to be able to hold in the urge, something he was thankful for; that was one of the parts he had hated about most of the girls he had taken before, they didn't know when to keep their mouths shut.

“Shh,” he said, his voice a low hum. “It's alright, Bella dear.”

He crawled up her body, his hands brushing her sides as he did so until they rested next to her shoulders. Her trembling increased as she felt his body pressed into her. Brushing his lips over hers, he gave her several soft kisses, a sigh leaving his lips as he gently tasted her.

He wanted something else from her, but he knew that he would have to deal with what he could take from her, and undressing her wasn't something that could happen, for it would distract him from his real purpose. So, instead of removing her clothes, he left them on her while he kissed her, finally putting more pressure on her lips.

His kisses were no longer gentle as he forced her mouth open, plunging his tongue inside.

He forced her legs apart, settling his clothed erection against her equally clothed center before thrusting against her, showing her what he wished to do to her, minus the clothes. He knew that she wanted it to, she had to after giving him that look when he first pulled up. The want and love in her eyes when she had glanced at him had stunned him, though he knew that his own eyes had reflected the same thing.

He grounded his erection against her, wishing that he could be sliding in and out of her. However, he had something more important to do that self gratification, though she would be satisfied as well if he took that route. Standing up, he walked over to his closet, moving things out of the way until he finally found what he was looking for.

Bringing the box over to the bed, he started heating up the plate in there, setting up a branding on it to heat up with it. He turned his attention back to her, wondering where he should place it. He knew that it would have to be in a place where it wouldn't be shorn, no matter how much he wished it, and yet he wanted her to be able to see it every time she looked at her naked body.

Finally he decided. Gagging her, for he knew that no matter how in control she was -which was something she was loosing, if the quiet whimpers were of any clue - she wouldn't be ready for the shock of what he was about to inflict on her, and he didn't need someone hearing her scream.

Then he began moving her shirt, pulling it up until to rested under her chin before moving the one side if her bra up so that he didn't accidentally burn anything. He looked back at the brand, noticing that it wasn't quite ready yet, and went into his bathroom where he kept a first aid kit that he hardly ever used.

Bringing both over to the bed, he set them up on the table next to the bed. Then, he tied two more silk ropes around her, making sure that she couldn't move as much. It wouldn't due for her to cause any unintentional damage to herself.

Upon realizing that the brand still wasn't hot enough, he decided that he wasn't going to just waste time that could be used. Pulling at her bra some more, he uncovered a nipple, the right one. He immediately took it into his mouth, sucking hard as he rubbed the flat of his tongue on it.

She squirmed against him, unintentionally pushing her chest up against his mouth, offering more of herself. He lips curved into a smile as he bit down hard. While he didn't break skin, he knew that his teeth left an indent that would stay imprinted on her skin for a while, a small reminder of him.

He moved back, studying his mark, when he smelled the hot iron. He looked over to the brand, noticing that it was glowing fire red. It was ready.

He pulled himself off of her, grabbing the tongs and picking the brand up. It seemed to shine in the light, a bright color that reflected in his green eyes.

He quickly pressed to the skin just under the breast that now bore his teeth marks and just slightly to the side. The sizzle and smell of burnt flesh filled the air, as did her muffled screams of pain. Her body tried to move, but it was unable to twist itself away from the hot metal that was imprinting itself into her flesh.

He left it there for about two minutes, until he was sure that there was no way for his mark to fade before removing it. The burnt flesh was emblazed with his initials. EM. They looked glorious to him.

Once he had put the branding and tongs down, he began on working on the burn. He put a cream that would cool it down for her as well as help it heal - though it would scar - and then put another cream on it that would keep it from getting infected. Finally, he wrapped it up, placing a piece of gauze over the burn and taping it up.

Positive that it was covered, he fixed her bra and shirt, pulling them back into place as well as he could. Then, he moved over to the windows, where a stream of light was shining in, and closed the blinds as well as the multiple curtains. He didn't need the light, as his eyes did fairly well in seeing in the dark and he knew where everything in these rooms was at.

Upon it being pitch black in the room, he went back to the bed, removing the ties around her wrists and eyes. He pulled her to him, giving her a kiss before pulling her up and towards the bathroom. She was tense but she didn't fight him, unsure of were to go without him. It was too dark for her to see anything, so - if she wished to run - she would have no idea were she was going.

He pulled her over to the toilet, seating her on it before running the cold water and wetting a rag with it before placing it around her eyes. He didn't need to see her perfectly to know that she would have tears tracks and puffy, red eyes. Grabbing her chin in his grip, he began gently wiping her eyes, allowing the cold water to deswell them.

It took him a few minutes to do this before he dragged her back to the actual bookstore, depositing her in front of the classical section next to her purse, where he quickly slipped something in it before leaving her. He, remembering his bite mark, knew that, by the time he had her by his side, it would be faded, but the brand that he had put onto her would never fade.

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The water was running cold as he got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around him, hissing slightly as it brushed against the erection he received from thinking about her. He ignored it, not even bothering to will it away as there was really no point. Even if he did manage to will it away, he knew that it would just return.

After all, now that there were no more obstacles in his way, there was no reason why he couldn't just claim her. It wasn't as if anyone would miss her now that her father was gone. Everyone who would was now dead. Mike Newton, Jacob Black, Eric Yorkie…all tried to date her, all dead.

Jacob had been the unlucky one to test his patience, dying the most horrific death out of all of them. After all, he was the only one who had gotten close to kissing her, actually getting a date with her…which he had been unable to make due to an unexpected inconvenience.

He smiled as he remembered what that specific inconvenience was. While he was saddened to see her face fall when she was unexpectantly stood up, he couldn't find it in himself to stay saddened when he remembered the pleasure as he tore Jacob apart. And that wasn't figuratively. He could still hear Jacob's screams as he broke every bone possible while ripping threw flesh, muscle, and tissue.

He clothed himself in a simple black shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Grabbing his keys, he walked out the front door, ignoring the corpse that still sat on the floor of his parlor. He had more important to worry about, more important things to do.

It had become time for him to go get his girl.