Yandere!Sebastian x Reader

Chapter8: Rejection

You stop, visibly making attempts to leave his presence, and in turn, making the ravenous glow from just seconds before be replaced with a sadness no description could ever truly convey.

"(YN) what is it?"

"This is dangerous," you rattle off as you jump up from the bed. "This is wrong. Irrational. I can't..... I can't do this with you." You're so quick in leaving, that your eyes shimmer as you turn, leaving the depraved demon behind you.

"(YN) , wait, what do you mean?!" He frantically chases after you. His questions plastered across his face. He has never been this open. This unsure. He questions what he has done. Asking things that he had never dared question before.

"I mean that I can't do this with you." You look so alone, as you had before your meeting. It pains him to see you this way. He wants to help. To be with you. In every way.

Every Way.

"I can't be intimate with you. That's just the way it must be." You turn to leave. He continues to run to you, blocking the door in his unnatural speed. He also notices your hand's wound from scraping it on the bed's hard wooden banister.

"Sebastian Michaelis!" You shout. He jolts away from your dripping flesh only to see your face a mere inch away from his own, yet with plenty of composure still present. Granted, you're looking up at him, but his face is so close to your own it hardly matters. You hear his breath hitch in his throat and see his Adam's apple bob in his throat as he swallows in unusual anticipation. You place your good hand on his cheek. "This cannot occur.  You and I cannot be," you whisper with sincerity and sadness, "please, allow us be parted in this manor."

"How can you say such things so hastily without forethought of my own thoughts or feelings towards you?" He's become deathly serious now, all of his playfulness gone. Sebastian is almost taken back by this change in his own demeanor towards you, but he does not lose an ounce of his collected and sure manner. "I do not wish to leave you or for you to leave me, and I know that is uncouth for one such as myself to say to one such as you... but...." he pauses his quickfire scolding to look into your (EC) eyes, mesmerized by the independence and capacity of love inside of them.

"....but..." He tries to speak, but can't. This is so unlike him. This isn't something that demons do. They tantalize. They seduce. They never fall into the trap, yet he has. Words that he swore would never leave his lips in sincerity, words and concepts and feelings that cannot be for a demon, run through his mind. Loving. Cherishing. Caring. Yearning. Holding. Kissing.

Happiness.

You see his thoughts accumulate within his mind. You look closer at his white skin's complexion complimented by the moon. His strong jaw. Perfect hair. Beautiful lips. His beauty is mesmerizing. You have never really 'seen' Sebastian's appearance until now. Before, everything but that caught your eye. Yet, now....

"I love everything about you" Sebastian finished.

You blink several times.

What?

"I love everything." He continues," Including the delicious substance who's smell wafts through the air around us."

He lifts up your bloody hand, taking it to his mouth. His seduction has returned.

"M'lady (YN)." He growls in-between kissing the areas on your hand around the cut," I am a demon. And as such, I cannot love. But, this mustn't be true, because there is no other description for my attraction to you than love."

Before you can process what he said, he begins to lick the blood on your hand. The gash is met with his bright red tongue, tasting your essence with a continuously climbing fervor. He moans into your hand, pushing you to the bed.

He looks up at your pleasured but angered and admittedly very confused face all at once, your blood dripping from his lips, and growls the deep, dominant, words ,"you are mine if we continue this."

Suddenly, you remember a promise from long ago.

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"My child your innocence should only be taken by the man you marry. The ones before him will pass you, as your father has to me. Do you swear that you shall honor this wish?"

"Yes Miss I swear."

She wasn't your real mother, but she felt as if she could save you from any terror, as long as you trusted her. The woman without a name. The woman that left. You had to trust her. And you did with all of your heart.

There's no way you could betray her now.
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You yell back. "WHAT PART OF NO DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND." At that moment, the curtains in the vast room close, by some unforeseen power, and you are left in darkness, unable to see his evil insanity.

You've forgotten. You've forgotten the demon.  You've forgotten the hunger in his eyes. You just remember your promise. You just want to leave.

He sits up, his madness leaving temporarily, giving you time to move out from under him. His hand grazes your cheek longingly, but is gently pushed away with your dripping hand. Your blood drops make a sound that sends him off the edge of any sanity he still felt within him, but he holds. He holds because he doesn't want your love to be forced, as unusual to his kind as that sounds. It's because of you. You leave the room, leaving Sebastian to collect and process.

You're the only challenge he's ever encountered. Sebastian Michaelis not being able to seduce someone is like a fish incapable of swimming. And yet, here he sits, charisma and fake charm all stripped away, leaving a hollow shell of the man he once portrayed himself to be for you. He's vulnerable.  Because of you.

It makes sense that a virgin would refuse these advances at first, for that is partially the reason he picked a virgin specifically for such a job as the manor's keeper, so they would not be constantly mesmerized by his presence. Yet, in all of this, he realizes that he does not wish to be spurned by you. He wants you to be mesmerized. To be captivated, as he is by your own doing.

He's been defeated by the tantalizingly bloodied hand of the one he loves most. The only one he loves. You.

But, if the famous Sebastian Michaelis is in such love....

Why does rage fill me at the thought of you leaving me, (YN)?