Infinite

Chapter 9

Thankfully, Elizabeth Left with a smile on her face that day.

Though I knew she was now closer to me than she ever had been before, the truth still stood that my life may be one cut far too short by a being whom I owed everything to. I could not vow my heart to anyone but him... for no one else knew of it. No one else deserved it, nor reconciled with it as something rampant and wild as he did. It was not Elizabeth alone whom I did not wish to be wed to. It was no personal offense nor jab at her own persona. It was more of a reflection on my own moralities and emotion than anything else.

It was more of a reflection of him... of us.

"I don't want to marry."

I said.

"Yes, as you've stated before."

Sebastian looked at me, puzzled; as if he did not understand my insatiable need to express my distaste.

"What am I to do, Sebastian?"

I grumbled as he followed me up the stairwell.

I did not give time for him to replay as I continued to think aloud,

"She would want to wed in spring."

I sighed,

"Which is quite soon."

I wasn't sure if I was speaking to him anymore.

"Time is an inpatient beast, my lord. It moves far too quickly."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that... and I did not ask him.

As we reached the top of the stairwell, I waited for him to come to stand beside me. I turned to him; my eyes shining back at a pulsing, racing red. His eyes were not like any I had ever seen before. There was no glint of any human emotion within them. They seemed to swirl with rain clouds swollen with the dampness monsoons come to pass. I watched them as they wandered aimlessly about my features. He seemed to be studying me as if I were the key to unlock the most important safe he could ever wish to break. My feet seemed to propel me closer to him, and I sighed; eyes finally breaking away from his immaculate gaze.

I wondered, for the thousandth time, how would the taking of my spirit come about. Would he sit me down amongst flowers... speaking to me as softly as the birds would around us? Would it be fast, and harsh; begot from every bit of frustration he seemed to hold within him? Or would he take it slowly... as the sea takes the sand into its grasp until finally, theres nothing left but the ragged and sharp edge of a cliff? I realized, that if the latter were true, I was sure he had already begun to erode at me.

He gripped my shoulders tightly as I stumbled towards him.

"Are you even able to feel remorse, Sebastian?"

He looked at me silently; emotionless.

"Love?"

I asked again,

"Satisfaction?"

He released me.

"I know that surely you feel hatred. Every inch of you burns with it... and with grief."

He still eluded to no sign of speaking, and so I spoke again,

"You can be so angry, Sebastian. Why is that?"

And still, nothing.

He always had held a strange sort of resentment towards mortals. He spoke of them as if he were a cat trying to enter the mind of a mouse... trying to understand wherein may hide for the sake of his next meal.