A CHARM'S OBSESSION PT 2- chapter 1- A not so perfect day

Yes, I know I haven't updated in what some would consider; a long time. And I know quite a few fans of the fanfic have been awaiting this so here is the first chapter.

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The morning breeze kicks in opening the window and lightly brushing her cheeks. She swims in a warm bed collected by dreams of happiness and hope. Then there's you, lying next to her. You watch her like the sole protector you are. The perfect girlfriend, the perfect fiancee, the perfect wife. Hopefully. It doesn't bother you that she twitches in her sleep or her arms flail out sometimes in the middle of the night smacking you in the head and waking you. It doesn't bother you that you wake up every morning and make fresh coffee and breakfast for the two of them before she rushes off to her day job and you're left at home to clean up. Not go out and rob a place, not threaten or harm anyone, just be nice. Just be the exact opposite of you and she will love and care for you. Hopefully. But how long can this charade go on before your dripping in your enemies blood. That woman who pushed in front of you in the line at the supermarket; the owner of a large pitbull that keeps taking dumps on your flawless, green garden; the couple that had stared at you two weirdly at the park one day while you were with your girlfriend. They will all suffer.

"Charmcaster, what's with the smile" You stare down at your girl noticing her staring back at you. A concerned yet smug look is plastered on her face. She's just woken up and her hair is a slight mess. You didn't notice how much you had been playing with it while you reflected on your 'happy thoughts'.

You force a warmful smile at her greeting her from her soft slumber before answering her question. "I was just thinking about stuff" You reply still in a daze. She just shrugs at you before sitting up. Happy thoughts. "Must've been nice" She shoves off the thought before running her thin fingers through her short, red hair. It falls into place partly covering her eyes. You wonder how she even see's the baddies that her and Ben take-down on a regular basis. "I better go get ready" Gwen sighs about to stand up before you grab her long-sleeved white top with your ringed hand stopping her from getting up. "I thought you didn't have to work for the rest of the week"

She sighs again a hint of remorse for you. "Ben needs me for something. He said it was urgent" She grabs her blue and black top before grabbing her latex pants. You sit up with furrowed eyebrows arms crossed just under your breasts as you pout at her. She notices your angered look and turns. "I'll be back in a couple hours" She tries to reason. You shake your head and stand up about to walk out of the room but grabs your arm and forces you back into her arms and kisses you with such passion. You could tell right then and there that she doesn't want to leave your side. Why would she want to spend time with her cousin anyway when she could have you. You giggle brushing the locks out of her face before caressing her cheek. "I'll miss you" She cooes into your ear tickling your neck. You can't help but let out another giggle before you tell her to get moving. She's gone within seconds.

Scene Change: Ben's Plumber HQ

He stands there brushing the sweat off his forehead as he picks up another box and moves it to another area trying to clear some more space. He hisses in pain straining his back before a flash of light glides across the room. "What took you so long?" Ben asks a hint of annoyance fresh on his breath. She ignores his distain and approaches him from the back of the room. "You said I could have the week off" She rolls her eyes knowing that was just a false promise with a bow ontop. "I helped you move yesterday and...what's that?" He notices her ring on her left hand. "Oh," Gwen grabs it in an attempt to hide it. "That...I...well" She gulps thinking of how to put it gently to Ben. "Well" He doesn't seem too happy about it. She doesn't understand over the past few years Ben had supported her. Why so much hostility now?

"I thought I might start wearing it since Charm and I are going to be married" Gwen answered truthfully. His eyes were bigger than the moon right now. He has the urge to yank her and shake her until she comes to her senses but he holds back in an attempt to savor their relationship. "That's...nice..." He swallows the outraged lump in his throat before he avoids eye contact with her. She can tell he's disappointed but it's not his choice to make. "Nice? Why are you so upset?" Gwen bites back on instinct. Probably not the best idea right now. Ben rubs his back before dusting off his hands and walking up to her. "I'm not" He glides past her grabbing another box and moving it to the other side of the room. "You sound like it"

"Drop it"

"I won't"

Ben sighs throwing the box down before turning around to her. "I'm not upset, I'm not angry, I'm just surprised" Ben calmly lies to her. "I have to go make a phone call can you please move the rest of the boxes"

'Trivial' Gwen rolls her eyes once again as he turns to leave. It was obvious who he was calling; everyone. Her parents, his parents, grandpa, the shrinks, Verdona, maybe even Kevin. She sighs. She should've of removed the ring before she came in.

Scene Change: Charmcaster

Your hands are tightly clasped around the lead as the young pup barks and pounces into thin air. "Stupid dog" You mutter as it bites and licks a nearby lightpost. "Howdy, neighbour"

Oh god, it's the man with the pitbull. He must've already visited your house and left his mark.

"Hellow, Mr. Donogue" You reply back trying to recollect your thoughts and not show any disdain towards the man.

"Passed-by my house yet"

You've lost it in a second.

He turns his head on an angle confused at what you mean but he knows. You know. "Well, whatever that mean's. Rexie and I were just out for a walk. I didn't realise you had a dog yourself. Always saw you as a cat person" He jokes.

Don't react back. You force a smile...maybe that's too much. White teeth glow at him as your lips crease. He looks a little afraid. There's a pregnant pause between the both of you before you hear a loud whine. Looking down you see the larger more aggressive dog bark and growl towards your little pup. It somewhat reminds you of Hex and Gwen. The pitbull leaps forward about to take a bite out of the Golden Retrievers face. You yank the lead back quickly. The pitbull taking a chunk out of the air instead. "Stupid mutt" It's your turn to growl now. "Put that thing on a leash it almost attacked my dog" You snap at him. He laughs admiring your so called joke. He lecture's you about dog's being a man's best friend; they shouldn't be on leashes.

You argue back losing your temper. He tells you that they were just playing and jokes about Rexie being hungry.

"Well I better be off, you've probably got some tribade stuff to be getting too" He laughs walking off. Tribade. You have to look up the meaning of that word when you get home. You're sure it offense. Wait...it is offense. You turn back noticing him pass by a fire hydron. You smile and flick you wrist. In an instant the older man is sent flying through the air followed by a stream of water.

Score.

Scene Change: Plumber HQ

Walking through the large doors of his place he makes his way over to the bunker. After several phone calls with every known Tennyson he seemed proud of himself. He didn't want to upset his cousin but things had gotten too out of hand. He should've put his foot down the second things had taken off. Now seemed too late. How could he let this happen. He enters the room noticing the red-head finishing up the rest of the boxes. She got one left to go. Ben makes his way over to her and addresses her. He makes sure she's alright before he helps her with the last box. She's sweating like crazy probably due to the long clothing she wears to cover up the marks. "Aren't you wearing a top under your shirt"

Gwen just nods.

"We're family you know you can remove it" He tells her wanting to check her scars. He hadn't seen her without a long-sleeve on in ages. Even at the beach Gwen refuses to remove it. He knew why. Because she was embarrassed by them. They made her feel weak but she wasn't weak. "I'm okay. I'll go take a shower after this" She mumbles not wanting an argument. "I'll take mine off" Ben threw the box down and removed his shirt. It was followed by a roll of the eyes by his cousin. "I'm not removing my shirt and you can't make me" She walked out on him with only the stare of Ben's worried eyes gazing upon her form. Why hadn't he stopped all of this before.

The walk home for Gwen wasn't really that bad. It was slow progress but really enjoyed the sites. Greeting passer-bys was her speciality. Most greeted her with 'her aren't you Ben 10's cousin' or 'Dude you're totally Ben 10,000's sidekick' but there were other times when people would pass her and they'd say 'You're Gwendolyn Tennyson'. That's right; The Gwendolyn Tennyson.

However, today wasn't one of those days.

Gwen held a bright smile as she passed a man walking home. Tired and aggressive, he marched on head down and face burried into his iphone. He was heading straight for Gwen. She quickly turned on her heels but she still managed to bump him on the shoulder with hers causing him to flinch unexpectedly, the man dropped his phone onto the sidewalk. It's screen shattered instantly. Gwen stared down at the phone before she looked up at the man's face; beat red and a hint of 'I'm going to kill the next person I see'. Unfortunately for Gwen, that was her. "I'm sorry" She apologized politely. "You're sorry. Oh great that fixes everything" His weary slit eyes drew there full attention to her. Everything the man had been bombarded with today was instantly directed to her.

"Look I'm sorry but it wasn't my fault" Gwen waved her hands up in defense keeping a distance between her and the man in case he took a swing at her. "Oh so then whose was it; MINE" She spat in her face. Gwen cringed a slight headache warming up. She should've known it was going to be a bad day but it was nothing The Gwendolyn Tennyson couldn't handle. "Well...kinda. You weren't really looking where you were walking" Gwen twiddled her fingers before noticing the shocked look on her face. She knew what was coming next. A barking. "UNBELIEVABLE and I thought you would have more respect you Dyke"

'Woah' What did he just call her; Dyke?

"Seriously?"

"I've seen you on the news" He hissed.

'What a surprise?'

Gwen rolled her eyes deciding to leave the conversation before it got out of hand. It wasn't really a conversation anyway just some old man having a miserable day. "COME BACK HERE, I AM NOT DONE" He grabbed her wrist forcing her back. Upon instinct, Gwen's elbow swung up hitting the old man dead in the temple. He collapsed instantly.

'Oh no'.

Dead silence cascaded over the crowd of people now observing what had just occurred. 'Okay calm down, just relax. Pretend he was a villain trying to rob you'.

"You have the right to remain silent..." Gwen pointed down at him. 'Good job...now what's the rest of the words...crap...'.

"Er, you're coming down to the Plumber Station, immediately" She was about to grab his collar until she heard a voice in the crowd. "Gwendolyn Tennyson just beat up the Major"

'What did they just say?'

"The Gwendolyn Tennyson?" Another asked.

"...The mayor"

"Mayor"

"Mayor?"

This cannot possibly be happening.

You trace your fingers along the rim of the wine-glass. Two empty glasses and a bottle of red-wine first brought onto the coffee table along with her favourite movie and a new lead for the dog. Two empty glasses and a full bottle of red-wine turned into one empty glass and two empty bottles of red wine. How long does it freakin take her to get home?

In an instant the door swings open, the clock ticks 9. She stands there eyes closed a stack of papers in one hand with her other rubbing her sore head. Another headache; another day; another taste of copper. "About time" You growl at her alcohol still fresh on your tongue. You're drunk; you can tell; she can tell. She dumps her coat on an unpacked box right next to the door before coming over to you without uttering a sound. "Do you kknoww how late it is?" She sets the file on the table and throws her body down onto the couch before grabbing the bottle of wine and forcing it to her lips. All the way up it goes but no liquid comes out. She reaches for the other one. It's empty. What a surprise. "You were late home. I had to start the party without you" You laugh leaning your head on her shoulder and nibbling her neck.

"But you're the vip at the after-party" You joke pulling at her large hooped earrings with your teeth. She forces a smile. A slightly fake one. Even in your drunken state you can tell something is wrong. "Is everything alright?" You ask her. "Yeah" She sighs mumbling back before she picks up the movie you brought and scans her eyes over it. "Was this your idea of a night-in?" She asks avoiding the question. You stand up and grab her hands forcing her to stand up. "I need to ask you something?" You tell her. Gwen nods. There's a pregnant pause. You gulp. She's not going to like what you have to say. "Why don't you have a drink first" You grab your half-full wine glass and force it into her hands. She doesn't take a drink though. She's too interested in what you have to say. "About my uncle" You begin. Her eyes are wide. Wider than a full-moon. Just saying 'uncle' make her hair stick on ends and a shiver cascade over her spine. No. This conversation was not happening.

"What about your uncle" She mutters so soft that it actually scares you in your drunken state. "He might be coming to our wedding" She took a big gulp of the wine and sat down scared to death. "I know you're upset" You begin but you know she's more than upset. She's scared, she's angry, she's furious and frustrated and...scared. Her eyes were watering. "Gwen" you breathe out. She just stands and leaves. You should've told her during the movie.