Consuming Darkness: Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 31

-Sebastian-

    I followed Ronnie as she chased after the ancient magic. We came to a dead end in a room room that held the only coffin that I had seen in this entire tomb.

   "Was this whole thing for one person?" I wondered as I casted incendio to light the few torches that were perched along the wall. The casket sat in the middle of the room and was made of white stone. It was raised above the ground with three steps leading up to it. I walked up them to look and see who had been so important in life to deserve this giant tomb in death.

   "Archibald Boarham... there's nothing else on this. No birth or death year. No more information..." I thought out loud. "Quite the name though..." I felt like I had heard it or most likely read it somewhere. I couldn't place it as I tried to wrack my memory, it was very frustrating.

   "Has Ominis said anything to you? I saw the two of you talking in Magical Theory," Ronnie said interrupting my thoughts. I turned away from the casket and saw her rifling through a chest that was near the doorway.

   "Always the little grave robber," I chuckled.

   "He's not using it," she laughed, not looking up from the chest.

   "But yeah, we talked a little in class and after today..." I answered.

   "Well no bloody lips or broken bones this time. So I'm guessing it went okay?" She wondered.

   I chuckled. "Yeah, better than our last 'conversation'."

   "Do you want to talk about it?..." she paused for a second and finally turned to me. "I mean... I think we should..."

   She was so cute. I could tell she didn't want to push me but she was right. We should talk about it. I just didn't know where to start. "What do you want to know?"

   "Maybe how you guys got to the point of almost killing each other in the Undercroft? Start with that?"

   Anger flared in me but I did my best to try not to respond with that anger. She knew why. What did she even mean? "Well you already know the answer to that question," I responded shortly.

   "Not really. I didn't expect the two of you to beat each other broken and bloody," she responded, her tone frustrated.

   "Well, he kissed you. He knew how I felt about you. He's my best friend and he went behind my back. And you..." I cut myself off. I didn't know where my thoughts were going and I felt the anger, jealousy and betrayal rising again. I had tried to push it down. It was easier to just push it down and move past it than it was to talk to her about it. The emotions felt so raw and vulnerable.

   "What about me? How do you feel about me Sebastian?" Her words were soft, almost a whisper. She seemed almost scared to provoke me more. It was the most she had tried to talk to me about our relationship. I needed to be able to get a handle on myself and have this conversation.

   "I... Well you know how I feel about you... I've told you... and I..." I looked into her eyes. They were a stormy green in the light of this tomb and they seemed to be pleading with me to open up. It was so much easier to say things to her unprovoked but after everything that happened, after Ominis had voiced the concerns I had in my head, it seemed near impossible to open up to her.

   She moved to the bottom of the steps, but didn't say anything as she waited for me to give her a response that made sense.

   "Ominis seems to think that I am not good enough for you... and I can't help but feel like he's right..." I finally admitted.

   "He said the same thing to me, and seems thinks I'm no good for you..." she looked at the floor and kicked at some pebbles. I walked down from the steps, wanting to reach out but not really knowing if it was the right thing to do.

   "While I might agree that you deserve more than me... I... well I think I don't care..." she admitted and looked up at me through her eyelashes.

   My heart may have stopped beating in response to her confession. "What do you mean?" I asked with a stupid smile on my face.

   "I mean I need you, all of you. Selfishly, I need you to need me...  to want me... I don't care if you deserve more... I want you Sebastian," she confessed.

   It felt as if time had slowed as we stood so close to each other but not touching. Her words seemed to sink deep into my soul. I felt the same. Despite my self loathing and the knowledge that I might be the worst thing for her, I was not strong enough to turn away from her.

   "And I understand if you need time... or whatever... or if you've had a.. a change of heart about me... but I just... I needed to tell you how I felt about you... Despite everything... And I'm sorry about Ominis... I just... I think I was worried that you'd eventually realize that I'm so screwed up and not want to be with me... and I'm just so worried that you won't care about me as much as I care about you... and I-"

   I grabbed her face with both of my hands and leaning down, I pulled her lips to mine. The familiar feeling of being shocked awake accompanied her warm full lips against my own. She whimpered against my mouth and I smiled. The noises she made drove me crazy.

   "Ronnie, I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my whole life," I groaned and kissed her again, running my tongue along her lips.

   She moaned in response and tangled her fingers in my hair, tugging at it slightly. I kissed along her jaw towards her ear wanting to taste her. "But you're mine. No one else's," I whispered possessively. I couldn't stand to know that she had kissed anyone else or had feelings for anyone else after this conversation. My feelings for her were too much to not have her all to myself.

   "I'm all yours Sebastain," she agreed breathlessly and moved to standing on the step above mine. With her eyes level with my own she flashed me a lustful grin. "And you are mine."

   The thrill of her words consumed any rational thought that I had. "All yours," I agreed and kissed down her neck. "You're a possessive little thing aren't you?" I teased with my lips still on her neck.

   Ronnie laughed. "Very..." she said, her voice dark. I moved my lips to hers again and she tugged at my bottom lip with her teeth. It was something that drove me mad, and she seemed to realize that. It felt so amazing having her tease me and the things that she had said to me felt like a dream. I picked her up and sat her down on top of the coffin. I stood in between her legs and moved my hand to the back of her head. I pulled her hair, tugging her head back, giving me more access to her neck. She moaned deeply.

   "Oh, Sebastian..." she whimpered in response to my actions. The sound of my name on her lips caused me to groan with need as I lightly bit her neck behind her ear. She let out a breathless sigh. I put my other hand down next to her to stabilize myself. The feeling of the cold stone pulled me out of the moment long enough to help me realize that we were making out on top of a coffin.

   I laughed and pulled away from her. "It's hard to stay in the mood while you're sitting on top of a coffin."

   She chuckled, and her cheeks flushed. She hopped off the coffin and patted it. "Sorry Archibald..."

   I let out a surprise laugh at her actions. "Let's find the relic..." I groaned trying to clear my head.

   "Yes, then we can finish this in a less macabre location," she laughed and grabbed my hand. She leaned against my arm and I kissed the top of her head.

   "I look forward to that..." I admitted darkly.