Divine Justice [Editing]

10. Emotional Torture (EDITED)

It can't be. This isn't happening because it isn't real.

I try to tell myself all this, but I know nothing will change because this is my reality right this moment.

"My God, you're so beautiful," his melodic voice fills the room, breaking the silence that would've fueled my denial, "hello there, mi reina heremosa. We finally meet again."

I watch him with nothing but surprise and angst, but I'm not stupid not to notice that he might be a little too drunk to even stand straight.

I can't believe this is really happening.

There he is, in all his fucking glory - wearing a black v-neck that you can clearly see his muscles in, a black leather jacket, black jeans, and a pair of black Converse.

He looks so beautiful... so Royal, even when wearing civilian clothes.

His pale green eyes watch me with a noticeable twinkle, his lips turning up in a smile that should be illegal because it lights up his entire face with excitement and glee.

"You... you're..." I trail off, my voice suddenly lost and my throat going dry.

"Your Mate." He says proudly, as if he hadn't gotten the shock of his life.

How the fuck is he so beautiful?!

He's not like I remembered him. He looks older - wiser - and I notice he's smirking at me, much to my mortification.

What is happening to me?!

"I'm Sebastian Grey, and I'm the King of all the Vampires." He says slowly -casually - as if this is a normal conversation.

All I can do at this moment is gape at him, while trying to get my brain to work with me.

"¿Hablas Español?" He asks, and I find myself nodding.

(Do you speak Spanish?)

I think I want to faint when I see him smile.

"Eso es excelente," he states, his smile showing how pleased he is, "aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

(That's excellent.)

I fucking swear that my worst nightmare has been confirmed.

He doesn't even do much; he just stands there, acting like he has finally found what he's been looking for... although, the fact that he's here right now, some things finally make sense...

Like the blood. And the dreams. They were all from him.

"I did not realise I would shock you so much you would be speechless." He muses, and I feel my cheeks heating up.

Suddenly, I remember why I'm here, and I stand up from his chair and pull out my two hand guns. I aim them at him just as he takes a step closer to the desk.

"One more step and you're dead." I warn, voice dripping with malice.

His eyes suddenly turn into a bright, enchanting shade of green - a shade much brighter than mine.

Must be the perks of being Royal.

"Ah, ah, ah. Not a simple step closer." He Commands, and I sneer.

This prick is trying to compel me!!

Feeling my eyes turn green also, my sneer shifts into a smirk as I look into his glowing eyes.