Rogues in the Midnight

My Kiss

"Where is Brandon?" I asked turning back towards the crowd.

"Don't worry," Sebastian said as he pulled me back towards him. "I saw Clarissa and Clay take him just before the second round began." 

"You sure," I asked as I looked over my shoulder for a glimps of Brandon as Sebastian pulled me away. 

"Positive. Now that I am celibate and all, let's go for a drink."

"No," I said and smiled. "Sebastian, you know slaves aren't suppose to even take a sip of alcohol, except if I want to be dunked into cold water and then into a cold cell, where I would still be in my wet clothes. I would probably be there for a week or two, by which Cl... Mr. Burke would starve because he can't even make scramble eggs and Miss. Clarissa would probably go to her mates pack."

"Wait," Sebastian said, pulling me to a stop. "Clarissa has a mate? Poor boy. Who is the tormented soul that has to be stuck to her for an eternity?"

"Brandon. Why else would I walk around with a pack?"

"I thought he might have from your old pack. You look like you knew him."

I looked at Sebastian for a few seconds then turned away and started walking back home. "I do. After my old pack kicked me out I wanted shelter with other packs and even join them. I came to the Bloody Moon Pack after being... removed from my pack a month later. Brandon was there, next to the Delta.

"He was thirdteen at the time, but when he saw this one boy picking on me, Brandon stood up for me. The boy bothering me had been eighteen, so it had surprised me when he just down right punched me. Then he had told me something that pratically changed my life."

Sebastian looked at me for a few second then took my hand. It felt strange and his hand was strangly cold against mine. "What did he tell you?"

I laughed slightly. "He said that I needed to stand up for myself, because everyone will walk over me. That they can see my wounds and will use it against me at any given time. He said I needed to stand for myself and bare my wounds like it's a trophy. That is what he said."

"I didn't even notice you had wounds to bare," Sebastian said. 

We had reached Clay's house and slowly I tucked my hand away. It felt wrong somehow. He had held my hand before, but this time it was a... different. It felt more dangerous in a way.  "That thirdteen year old was smart and his words meant a lot to me and since then I kind of toughend myself up. He was a good boy."

Sebastian tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. Yet again, It felt wrong and dangerous. I took a step back, my back hit against the wall. I looked down at my feet, trying to avoid his eyes. "Sebastian, what..."

"Sheila, I know of the policy here," he said as he took a step forward and placed his hands either side my head.

"Sebastian..." I tried again, feeling very uncomfterable. 

"Look, Sheila, I need to tell you this. Won't you just listen?" He said as he pressed himself me. 

"Sebastian, please..." 

"I love you, Sheila, I have for a few years now." I was just about to push him away, when I realised what he said.

"I... what?" 

"I love you. That is why I have been keeping my distance lately. I wanted to be understand what I was feeling. And I want you to run away with me."

"Sebastian, no. I can't..." 

"That's is why I want to run away. Then we don't have to listen to the rules."

I stood shocked. I never knew he liked me. He always said he loved somebody and I always shifted it off as Clarissa because he always hanged out with her.