Amnesia - Sebastian x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Amnesia - Sebastian x Reader part 8

This chapter is posted early, on account of Christmas coming up (for some of you it's probably already that day)! Recap: (y/n) got into a spat with Sebby and shot fire at him. Enjoy!

A totally and literally crisp Grell fell to the ground. His hair was burnt and his clothes singed. He was alive, however.

"Really, (y/n)... I didn't think you mean turning my Sebby into a red-hot poker when you said, dress him up in red..."

You paid the grim reaper no mind as he konked out. You turned around. Facing Sebastian, you made a decision. You had experienced loss before. Your parents had died. Hannah had left, even though she did come back. This was nothing, nothing. In that moment, you sealed up your heart, making it impregnable and ice-cold. You stared at him and snarled.

"(y/n), please..." Sebastian fell to his knees, in a manner of speaking. It was more like he was crouching in the air with huge black wings keeping him aloft.

You snorted. "Please. You can do nothing to convince me. I know what you have done. You are doing the same thing to me. Any attempt to seduce me will be false. You have done this twice already! The poor nun thought you loved her... but you did not. Beast maybe thought you loved her, but you did not... And you do not love me either."

He had a wild, desperate look in his eyes. "Please! Please! Believe me!"

He became hysterical. "Believe me! I love you! Trust me!"

His body started to morph into something beyond comprehensible.

'His true demon form...' you thought. It was the only explanation.

"No, Sebastian. Get away from me or I will punch you into the future where the sun will collide with the Earth and you will be consumed with an incomparable agony. Do not doubt me."

His eyes snapped up to look at you. "Phantomhive. He made a contract with me. But thanks to you, I no longer wish to keep that contract. Even my desire to devourse his soul... annihilated. And he became aware of that. And at this moment, he has called it off. I am under no obligation to do what he desires. Which means I can do what I want with you and he will not be able to stop me."

Sebastian pulled off his gloves. His nails were still black, like yours, but his hand displayed no contract sign. He was telling the truth. However,  you felt no fear. You were more powerful than him, after all.

"Yes, he will not interfere, but," your eyes glinted as you stared at him. "You will have to get my permission first."

Your skin rippled, as if it were the ocean's waves. Scales covered your body. Scales, you knew, could repel any attack, apart from the infamous demon sword. Sebastian, unaware of the transformation, chuckled.

"You may be a dragon, and you may have extreme combat skills, but I have more than a century's fighting experience behind me. Now, you might as well surrender, or I will force you to."

You laughed. "Try it."

You pulled back your fist, as did he. Sebastian rushed towards you and just as he was about to lay it on you, you... well, you couldn't explain it, but you were behind him all of a sudden. You took the chance punched him the back of the head. He shook it off quickly and  whipped around with his leg outstretched to kick you, but then it happened again – you were behind him yet again. Imimtating his fighting style, you swung your leg out and tripped him. While he was on his stomach, you placed your foot on his neck and bent his legs up behind him with you arms so he couldn't move.

"I win the first round," you whispered in his ear maliciously.

He grunted and you let him go. He looked at you.

"I won't hold back this time."

Sebastian then proceeded to swipe at you left and right. You dodged every attack. Too easily. Deciding to have some fun, you let yourself float to the ground and be pinned to the snowy countryside.

"I win the second round," Sebastian declared.

The third round was a mixture of you slapping him and dodging his punches and kicks. But after a few minutes, you realized something.

You were going to die.

There was no avoiding that. No other way around it, unless Hannah was willing, which she wasn't. And somewhere deep inside of you, you still had a space inside of your heart, ready and waiting for Sebastian Michealis, the only man you had ever wanted to be with for the rest of your life.

You stopped fighting. Sebastian saw you give up, and grinned.

"I win the final round. Now," his voice lowered to a quiet murmured whisper. "I get to do whatever I want with you."

You closed your eyes. One night with your love was all you wanted before you died. One night.

You felt Sebastian pick you up and spread his wings. When you opened your eyes, you were on some sort of island.

"This is my land," he stated. "Here, I am the most powerful."

He pulled you into a ruined castle. "This was a bedroom."

You knew what he was implying. You didn't know what else to expect.

You had never experienced it before... but by the sounds you had heard from you parents' bedroom when you were young, it felt nice...

You nodded. "Alright..."

Sebastian smirked that famous smirk. You decided you liked it. "Very well, milady, but do not expect me to go easy on you, even if it is your first time..."

You sighed and let yourself become, for the first time, submissive.

***

It hurt. Pain. You almost fought back, but this was the only time you could ever do this, so you decided to bear through it. Eventually, there was no more pain. Only lust.

***

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Sebastian cooed.

"No..." you felt tears in your eyes.

"What is it, my little kitten?"

So I was still his kitten. Maybe he was just pretending, but you didn't care. You had admitted your love to him, and if he didn't return it, oh well. You would die either way.

"Goodbye, Sebastian. I love you."

You spread you wings and left him looking at you with wide eyes, too shocked to chase after you.

Sebastian felt something hollow inside.

Ahhh! I know I have a dirty mind at least I didn't write a lemon... So yeah. That's it for now. Also, next week, I don't think I'll be posting. I might, but as I said, I going skiing and I'll probably be too tired to write after a day of exercise (I'm not fat but still totally unfit :p) and the schedule is a bit busy (undersatment). Yes, writers, even crappy ones like me, have a life.

~Lizzy >3