Disclaimer1: I don't own the characters I'm using, I'm just borrowing them. Save for Tessa, she's a figment of my imagination. Disclaimer2: The song, "Obsession" by Animotion, is only being borrowed without permission. It doesn't belong to me either. This story does, however, belong to me. Note; This is the sequel to "It must have been love." Warning: This story is rated "R" as it does contain a certain scene that could have an adverse effect on some people. You have been warned. It Must have Been Love 2: The Wedding (a.k.a. Obsession) By Jade_Max Interlude: Brown eyes stared blankly at the page in front of them, seeing the words but not registering them. They held a glazed look, almost glassy, as if their attention were focused on something far, far away... Pale slender hands tipped in crimson nail polish slid suddenly over wide shoulders and quickly down over a muscular chest. Chocolate brown eyes blinked as the person jolted at the sudden, unexpected touch. A husky female voice, slow as molasses and with a thick Irish accent, spoke next to his ear, "What are you looking at, Baby?" He closed his eyes briefly and smiled, turning to look at her. He ended up nose to nose with a breathtaking set of forest green eyes, "Nothing much. Just getting the Marriage jitters, I think." Perfect ruby red lips curved into a searing smile, "I don't see why, what could possibly go wrong...?" Part 2 -You are an obsession. I cannot sleep. I am your possession, Unopened at your feet...- Covers flapped and twisted as the person encased in them tossed and turned, violent movements of the body causing the sheets to knot themselves together. A deep groan came from under the covers as they flew off the bed, hurled in frustration. Blurred, frustrated eyes flew quickly towards the clock on the nightstand. 4am; Only 12 hours until the wedding and she was dreading every second of it. 'I don't get it, the hours should be flying by if I'm dreading this,' she thought silently, letting her head fall back onto the pillow, 'why are they crawling?' She rolled over onto her side, pulling one very light sheet up to her shoulders, brushing her sweat soaked hair out of her eyes. She closed her eyes to sleep. -There's no balance, No equality. Be still I will not accept defeat...- The Wedding March played on the organ, trumpets and flutes playing with it to add contrast. The bride was dressed in a gown of the purest white satin, decorated with lace, pearls and a single light blue sash. Her brilliant flame coloured hair was left loose and flowing, falling in ringlets down her back all the way to her waist. She wore only a light veil that hid her features but couldn't mask the brilliant gleam in her green eyes and a diamond tiara held it on across her forehead. She was a gorgeous picture, almost as if she'd stepped from the pages magazine. Her tall figure was graceful and she seemed to float down the ail as if she was walking on clouds. Several sniffs and blowing of noses could be heard as she walked past on her way to the alter, matching her pace to the slow rhythm of the Wedding March. Heads were turned to watch her proceed down the ail, some mouths open, others closed but everyone had their eyes glued to the vision, including the groom and the priest. The priest, an older man with greying hair and a kindly visage, leaned close to the groom's ear as the woman continued towards them, "If I was thirty years younger, I might have challenged you for that Angel's hand," he said half in jest. The Groom coughed, hiding it with one hand, and concealed a smile. He didn't tell the priest that the woman walking towards him was not his first choice of bride. He didn't feel it was necessary. He blinked to clear the image of the blue haired woman from behind his eyes and smiled at his bride to be as she started to ascend the steps to the alter. He offered her his arm and she accepted it, her smile dazzlingly brilliant behind the gauzy veil she wore. He saw her smile fade as she turned her head to suddenly look nervously behind her. "Something the matter, gorgeous?" he asked her in a low tone. Her voice was low, husky, her accent very pronounced, telling him that she was very, very nervous all of a sudden, "Someone is glaring at me." She whispered back, "I can feel it, and I think they're going to do something rash." Brown eyes narrowed as the groom cleared his throat and adjusted his collar, turning around to scan the crowd for whoever was making his bride nervous. His eyes were drawn to a woman standing in the back of the church, her pastel blue sun dress hugging her every curve, setting off her blue hair and deep blue eyes. He noted immediately that she wasn't looking at him, but that her eyes were shooting daggers at his bride. Finally she sensed someone looking at her and her face softened, forcefully, as she forced a tear from her eye, reaching up to wipe it away. He saw her shoulders move as if she was sniffling. -I will have you. Yes, I will have you...- A scheming mind worked behind a teary exterior as solutions came to mind and were quickly discarded. Blue eyes began to tear up, hardening as one tear slowly trickled down a cheek. A slim hand reached up to brush it away and she forced a sniffle. She looked towards the groom, seeing the man she was determined to have, but knew she could never, looking straight at her. She forced a smile for him and gave him one thumb up. He seemed to be telling her, with his eyes, that she wasn't to do anything to ruin this day for him, or his bride, or he would never forgive her. That gave her pause for a few minutes, but as the priest started the ceremony, all of those thoughts flew from her mind. 'I'm going to make you mine, love. Even if it's the last thing I do...' she told his back silently, a plan forming in her mind. -I will find a way and I will have you. Like a butterfly. A wild butterfly. I will collect you and capture you...- The start of the ceremony went off without a hitch, the preacher telling the audience what a serious commitment matrimony was, and how it wasn't to be entered into lightly. To the blue haired woman, the preacher talked for hours, when in reality he only spoke for about twenty minutes before actually getting into the ceremony. Finally he spoke the words she'd been waiting for. "If anyone has just cause for these two not to be joined, speak now, or forever hold your peace." -You are an obsession. You're my obsession. Who do you want me to be. To make you sleep with me. You are an obsession. You're my obsession. Who do you want me to be. To make you sleep with me...- She stood and started down the ail, "I do. That woman is nothing but a snivelling, conniving little witch that's cast a spell on my friend Greg. She has been known as a lunatic in the medical profession and I can't allow this farce to continue any further!" -I feed you I drink you. My day and my night. I need you I need you. By sun or candlelight. You protest. You want to leave. Stay. Oh, there's no alternative...- The whole church gasped, the bride turning paler than her wedding gown before going bright red with anger, "AMY! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" she screamed at the woman walking towards her. -Your face appears again. I see the beauty there. But I see danger. Stranger beware. A circumstance. In your naked dreams. Your affection is not what it seems...- Amy smiled, a cold, unfeeling smile. It almost had something of an insane edge to it, "You stole Greg, from me, Tessa. I can't believe you have the nerve to say that to me." The whole church has fallen into a hush, the atmosphere tense and tight, as if waiting for one of the two to snap. Greg, the groom, was standing to one side, his mouth hanging open. "Wait a second, Tessa didn't steal me from you, you never wanted me!" He started to say but as cut off at Tessa's name by both women saying "Shut UP Greg! This doesn't concern you!" Greg shut up, watching the dram unfold in front of him. Amy stopped at the bottom of the stairs and raised her hand slowly in front of her, her eyes flashing dangerously as she pointed one finger at Tessa, "You'er dead." She told her calmly. -My fantasy has turned to madness. And all my goodness. Has turned to badness My need to possess you. Has consumed my soul. My life is trembling. I have no control...- Then, before everyone's stunned eyes Amy threw up her hand and shouted words she hadn't had to use for well over ten years, "MERCURY STAR POWER!" Tessa's mouth dropped open, and Greg would swear later his jaw was on the floor through the whole ordeal. He'd seen Amy shift before into her sheshi costume but never when her body was fully developed and it had an effect on him he couldn't control. Bubbles flew around Amy as she spun in the middle of the vortex, her hair flowing freely across her shoulders and face as ribbons appeared out of nowhere to wrap lovingly around her fully mature curves, hugging them with a lover's closeness. She felt the fabric slide over her skin as it materialized and she couldn't help but smile as she took on her new stance, her old senshi fuku feeling welcome after such a long absence. She didn't even think twice about her decision to transform in front of all these people, her only goal, her only reason, was Greg. Without him, she felt no reason to live. Sailor Mercury extended her gloved hand to Greg in invitation, "I want you Greg, I've always wanted you, come with me, I can make you happier then she," she threw a dirty glance at Tessa who had yet to recover from her shock, "ever could. Please?" her eyes softened as she added the plea to the end of her sentence and, for a moment, Greg could see her heart, her broken, shattered heart in her eyes. His own heart twisted, knowing he'd caused one and only soul mate pain but he took a step away from her, his hands at his sides, "The Amy I know and love would never do this." He told her quietly, his disappointment and disapproval clearly written on his face. Sailor Mercury's heart shattered again, the already tiny pieces becoming so small that she was afraid the pain of his rejection would break her sanity. Her knees buckled as if from a physical hit as her eyes shuttered and she looked at Tessa coldly. "And she will make you happy, my love?" she asked without emotion, "She know you, the way I know you?" she gave a bitter laugh and then leapt up the stairs in one bound, landing next to Tessa, who was just beginning to recover. Sailor Mercury turned to the watching, stunned crowd and brought her hands together in front of her "Mercury Ice Bubbles... BLAST!" An ice cold mist flowed from her hands as she directed it at the audience, encasing them in a thin coat of ice, freezing them in place and making it impossible for any of them to do anything. They could still see and hear, but being unable to move they would have to watch the upcoming duel, without being able to help. Sailor Mercury turned back to Tessa just in time to get a punch in the face that broke her nose, splattering it across one of her cheeks, blood splattering her white senshi uniform and Tessa's wedding dress. She turned her head to the side and reached up to feel her shattered nose with one of her gloved hands. She raised her head and smiled evilly at Tessa before taking the broken cartilage and putting it back into place without flinching in pain. In fact, she seemed to think no more of it then as if she was painting her fingernails. Tessa backed up a step, ripping her veil from her head as she did and threw it at Sailor Mercury, "You've ruined my wedding!" she cried angrily. Sailor Mercury smiled at her, an emotionless smile, her eyes holding a slightly wild look, "I told you, you're dead. You just don't know it yet." With that she lunged at Tessa, her hand out in front of her. Tessa's eye's bulged as Sailor Mercury flew at her and just barely managed to get out of the way of the fist. She missed the second attack as Mercury used one of her special abilities on the woman. "Mercury Shine Aqua Illusion!" Tessa screamed as the ice column ripped into her, tearing into her flesh with the force of a train. She was hurled backwards and up, into the glass dome ceiling of the church, shattering it as she hit it. She screamed again as she fell from the heights, her brain not having acknowledged that she was already dead, her torso gone and shattered, destroyed by the ice column. She raised both hands in front of her face, taking note that both of her hands were missing, torn away by the ice attack seconds before she hit the floor and landed with a sickeningly wet sounding splat. Mercury smiled to herself as blood and gore flew everywhere, splattering the guests, her and Greg. The preacher stared at the senshi of ice and water with horrified eyes, unable to believe exactly what had just happened. Sailor Mercury turned to Greg, extending her hand, her eyes going to his. "Come with me," she told him simply. Greg looked at her. Her Fuku was immaculate, except for the blood and gore that marred it, some of it her own. Her nose was off centre, trickling blood even as she stood looking at him, her cheeks flushed with some unknown emotion. She was trembling and Greg thought he saw a hint of something in her face, telling him that she was having a hard time accepting what she'd just done. "After that, you want me to come with you still?" -I will have you. Yes, I will have you. I will find a way and I will have you. Like a butterfly. A wild butterfly. I will collect you and capture you...- She smiled a soft, genuine smile at him, "You have no choice." With that she lunged at him and leapt into the air and through the skylight, as her ice on the audience dissolved. -You are an obsession. You're my obsession. Who do you want me to be. To make you sleep with me. You are an obsession. You're my obsession. Who do you want me to be. To make you sleep with me...- Covers flew everywhere as a piercing scream filled the air, a shrill, high pitched noise that had people on the floor above bolting from their beds in terror. Blue eyes flew open as arms flailed and a body hit the ground with a resounding THUMP. "Amy! Amy honey, are you alright?" cried a concerned male voice, warm, calloused hands going to her shoulders and pulling her into a strong embrace. Amy sobbed once her eyes filling with tears as she tried to blot the terrible scene from her mind. "Oh god, oh god," she murmured over and over, "No... NO!!!" "Amy!" cried a now stern male voice. Someone was shaking her to get her attention. She turned tear blurred eyes to the face and sobbed once, throwing her arms around his neck and holding on with a death grip. "Shhhh.. it was only a dream honey. Just a dream." "But, it was so real... so real." She cried, hiccupping. "I saw myself kill someone, and break down and oh... I can't believe I would ever do something like kill someone, but I did! I saw myself do it! Tell me it was just a dream," she begged, her voice low and pitiful. Dark eyes looked at her, taking in her body, bathed in a cold sweat, her eyes that were puffy and swollen from the tears she was continuing to cry. Her high cheekbones were lined with tear tracks. Her shoulder length blue hair was a mess, tousled about her head like a blue halo. Her body was bare, the way she slept. "Tell me about it," he told her kindly, cradling her like a child in his lap, running his hands up and down her bare back in a effort to comfort her. Amy swallowed hard and related, as calmly as she could the nightmare of agonizing over Greg, and then having him tell her he was going to be marrying someone else. Then about the wedding and how she'd killed Tessa and kidnapped Greg at the end. She shuddered all through the tale, snuggling close to him. Finally she was finished, "It was all a dream, Amy, just a dream. Tessa is single, you'll remember she came to your conference just last week." Amy nodded, closing her eyes, believing the calmness of his words and let the nightmare slip away. She opened them again, the clear blue swimming in tears, "I love you Greg." The End. Author's note: Alright, I know -that- sucked. I gave it a happy ending after all, it was all just a dream of Amy's... Alright people, send me your flames, questions and comments to Jade_Max@innocent.com Anyway, that's it, that's all... Until next time. Jade_Max