Life In The Hands Of A Demon

Cold Shoulder

Ema's P.O.V:
"Get up. You're late."
I toss in bed and cover my naked body attempting to go back to bed.

Sebastian's P.O.V:
She can't think that I'm soft and that she can walk all over me.
The red headed delicate girl was sleeping naked in my bed peacefully. Usually, I'd wake her up but it's not my job to. She should be able to get up herself, I've just become accustomed to doing it.
That is one habit I can not keep.
"Get up. You're late."
I project my voice in an unhappy and rather loud manner. Her eyes squint at my dialogue but still remain shut at the same time. She just tossed her naked body in bed and tries to go back to continue her sleeping session despite my attempt to wake her.
My lips turn downward.

The blanket is roughly yanked from her bare body followed by my angered voice.

"It's time to get up." I hiss out.

Her eyes open and confusion laces her expression.

Ema's P.O.V:
The sheet of warmth that was covering me so sensually is ripped from my body, the cold air stunning me awake.
I have to blink a couple times to wash the sleep from my eyes in order restore my vision to its full potential.
Towering in front of me is Sebastian with a demonic look on his face. Confusion lashes at me.
Why does he look so unhappy.
Both of my temples have a deep, sharp, throbbing, sensation causing me to grip my head.
The pain of my headache forces me into a world of memories from last night.

~Memories from the prior evening-

Sebastian and me disappeared from the public eye soon after he first kiss me.

Sebastian was pressed I between my legs.

"I love cats, but I much rather see your face in bliss."

His eager tongue licks my bottom lip for entrance but I don't allow him

"Go enjoy the rest of the party Little one." Sebastian seems a little stress but assures me it's nothing.

"Ema, is that you?"

"Hello Mey-Rin."

"You've got to try this wine young master put out! It's very good, it is."

I stagger up the stairs trying my best to walk in a straight line.

"S-Sebastian."

"Come undress me." I slurred out

Sebastian and I just laid in bed totally naked pressed against each other. We made out for a good while before both of us ending up passing out.

-back-

I don't remember every detail but I remember the big events of the night. I can't believe I acted in that manner with Sebastian.
In a matter of seconds embarrassment floods it's way onto the apple of my cheeks.
My face turns back up to Sebastian to see what he woke me up for.
"What?" I ask in ignorance hoping he would repeat his words.
He scoffs in an almost disgusted like manner.
"I said, it's time to get up. And get dressed would you? Nobody wants to see that."
With that he turned on his heels and left without another word.
I nearly jumped out of my skin at the loud noise that came from the door he slammed behind him on his way out.

And me? All I could do is pathetically pull the sheets up around my body trying to savor what ever ounce of self respect I had left.

I was dirty.

How could I become a drunken mess and have such an adult night with a grown man that I'm not in relations with?
....But at the same time he gladly took part in the events while I was intoxicated and he was well and sober...
Even though we didn't have sex, or at least to my knowledge, I was just a drunken one night stand for him.

I've heard of 'drunken one night' stands from my brother. On many occasions he has left for work telling me 'he had to reap the soul of a dead girl who died in a one night stand.' Over the years, that came up now and again relating to deaths of souls he had to collect, so I asked him what it was.

I guess I just didn't think one night stands would feel like that.
Even in my intoxicated haze, I thought I felt alive and special with Sebastian. And to be honest, I thought he felt the same way I felt last night, too.

That last sentence puts itself on rerun in my head.

"Nobody wants to see that."

I felt the same way but he made me feel different.
He made me feel like he wanted to see my body.

My face was expressionless but my mind was on depression overdrive. I forced my body to slug behind the changing curtain and start to clothe myself in the dress I set out the previous night.

The reflection of my bare top in the mirror sends a guilty dirty feeling throughout me.
Quickly I peel my eyes from the image and step into my dress.
It was a black lace dress with a peachy cream colored underlay so you couldn't see my skin.
It was rather long and fitted on the top that connected to a low neck lace chocker that was part of the dress.
Regardless of if I did my make up or not, I would still look wilted to I voted against any sort of saloning to my face.
The same attitude applied to my hair so I just throw it in a high pony tail to keep it out of my face.

I make sure to close the door behind me while tying a maids apron around my waist. My feet, with much effort if I may add, carry me to the kitchen to assist Sebastian in the Young Master's Morningly tea and breakfast.

Why are you sad? Demons are known for lust rather than love. You barley knew him. Plus why would someone like him, like someone like me? I'm setting my own self up for failure.

Through all my glum thoughts I managed to arrive to the kitchen with no memory of the walk here, only turning into the hallway from our bedroom.
Our bedroom.

I don't feel that way anymore.
Actually, I despise that environment more than anything. I don't want to think about the sheets nor the bed that me and Sebastian laid upon. Not the dark tone or the crackling fire. None of it.

Dammit, I can't be getting so caught up in my head that I lose track of time and memory.

Moving a piece of my red bangs from my eyes I take a deep breath and push the door open to the kitchen.
Inside, Sebastian has a tray in his hands filled with a beautiful China set that was bubbling with freshly brewed tea and blueberry scones.
He seemingly was on his way out.
"About time. I thought I would have to drag you from bed to assist me. That point aside let's get a move on. Can't have you kicking me off schedule."

I'm silent to his speech and just follow the tall man through the manor.
He was so cold to me and I didn't get that comforting feeling from him anymore.