I'm a Slave for You
Title: I'm a Slave for You
Warnings: Possible angst, depending on what you find sad.
Rating: K
Summary: Things are different now that Jacob has imprinted.
The memory of a sweet smile and a soft "I don't want anything, honest" and the overwhelming feeling of wanting to rush out and buy a small box of heart-shaped candies because he lives to see the joyful shock on her face, even though she says she hates surprises is now replaced by a pout, almost like her mother's but not quite the same --not as endearing or adorable, but he still loves it in a separate way-- and a hand pressed firmly against his cheek, showing a picture of roses and chocolate. There's a need to fulfill the demands, not because he's anxious for her reaction but because he has to.
The memory of hours upon hours spent in his old garage, teaching her the basics of cars, using the lessons as excuses to brush her hands occasionally with his own and staring longingly at her smiling lips when she'd accomplished something new has been replaced by hours upon hours of chess, talk of their future that stretches into forever and hunting. She has no interest in things he likes to do, or rather things he used to like to do, since the majority of his mind has been taken up by keeping her happy. He's pretty sure the only part of his brain not taken up by her needs are his motor skills.
My Jacob. The words are still the same but the voice is different. The message behind it is different. I want you, I need you to be mine. Want me back, please has been replaced with You're already mine. Mine, mine, mine. Forever.
Wrong, wrong, it's all wrong.
There are no more walks on the beach. No more bonfires, no more cliff diving. She has other ideas, better ideas, so she says. Part of him is happy that she doesn't want to do those things though. Enough of his memories have been altered to fit her into them already. Those things are just for him and Bella.
When they agree to get married, she asks for his mother's ring. He loves her dearly and he would kill for her but he has to object. It wasn't meant for her, and he tells her as much. She guesses quickly who he means. She doesn't say so, but he knows that she knows. She plays the upper hand and explains how she needs it like her life depended on it. Of course he gives it to her. All of his choices are gone.
Choices, that's all it boils down to. He wishes he had the choice to leave. He wishes he had the choice to marry Bella instead. He wishes he had the choice of telling her no sometimes. But most of all, Jacob wishes he had the choice of turning back time so that he never looked into the eyes of the person that took away his freedom.