Andrew's place wasn't as big as Sebastian's, I had noticed. It certainly wasn't as fancy as Sebastian's place. I couldn't help but compare everything to Sebastian or something he owned.

"This way."

Standing to the side to direct me into a room, Andrew offered his hand and opened a door. I glared and walked in the room with my head held high.

"I don't recall you being so arrogant and rude, Sweet Little Thing."

I snapped my head towards him and gave him the most horrible glare. "It's called Kill Yourself, and it's located right over there." I pointed towards the window with both index fingers, then I slowly curled my wrists towards the ground, telling him to fall from the window.

He chuckled and shook his head, then he took slow steps towards me. I did not back away— not even one step. I held my ground with a face that clearly showed my non-existent fear.

"You have such a dirty mouth, Sweet Little Thing. What else can it do?"

There was a threatening glint in his eyes as he stepped close to me— so close that we were only an inch apart.

"Was that supposed to be some sort of comeback?" I scoffed, folding my arms against my chest. "If that was one, I don't know how I'll ever recover."

"What's your name?"

Was he trying to change the subject? Or was he trying to evade my retaliation?

"Oh, I didn't tell you?" I asked with surprise. "Must have been none of your damn business, then."

A throbbing sense shot through the back of my head as Andrew pulled on my hair and tilted my head up towards his face. "Did that Slade not teach you any manners?"

Something in me snapped at the way he mentioned Sebastian. I did not appreciate the way Sebastian's name rolled off of this bastard's mouth.

Slap.

The walls shook as the sound echoed in the silent room. I had raised my hand and slapped him backhandedly— because it is classier than a normal slap.

"Don't you dare say his name like that." I seethed calmly, my chest rising up and down gradually. "He was and will be a better master than you could ever be."

Andrew simply smiled softly, then reached out and held me close to him tightly. I threw my fists on his chest and tried to push away, but he was a Pureblood. He was too strong for me. A hand reached up and grasped my cheek as he slowly leaned down for my lips. Just as our lips were about to touch, I dropped my head down. Sighing, he firmly held my chin in between his thumb and index finger, forcing me to stare at him. As he leaned down for the second time, I managed to slip my chin out of his grasp and twist my head around, giving him my cheek.

He hissed and without a second thought, he clenched my neck tightly and at that I had no chance of moving. It wasn't a rough, demanding kiss like I expected. It was gentle and soft. That was no good for me, so I didn't bother kissing him back. He pulled away, looking very impatient and irritated.

"What?" I wiped my lips with the back of my hand when he let me go. "Did you really think I'd kiss you?" I laughed, eyes narrowing and shoulders shaking at the motion. It was funny that he thought after all he had put me through, I'd show him even the slightest bit of affection.

Yuck, no.

"Is this all because I ordered the killing of your village?" his tone held something unsettling. He was trying to bring some feelings out of me but I remained rooted to my spot, my fists clenching tightly which he had noticed and used to continue on.

"Is this because I ordered a Vampire to transform you?" he was trying to break me. He wanted me to crack and open up.

'Don't show any weakness. Don't give him the satisfaction.' my soul warned calmly.

"Is this because I ordered for that pathetic human who had you tied to him to be kil—"

No thought, no hesitation, no holding back. In the blink of an eye I had him pinned against a wall with my hands squeezing his warm neck. Not even the silent screams of my soul could calm me down now.

"SHUT UP!" I hissed aggressively. My vision became clearer and sharper, and I knew my eyes turned to a blood-seeking silver with killer slits. Any feelings or emotions were switched off. Nothing but death was desired.

"I," I breathed, allowing my fangs to appear. "Loved him. He was my love. He was going to be MINE for eternity!" I gave his neck a harsher squeeze, feeling his blood rush inside his veins. I scented his worry. They all become worried when I was in this state. Even Vampires can be dangerous when they were pushed.

"I was going to be his." I hissed lowly. The state of calmness I was in was beyond me. I was seething, I was raging. I wanted to lash out and try to kill him, but for some strange reason I was calm. I inched closer to him, my breathing deepening and my soul craving for his heart to be ripped out of his chest.

"I was going to start a family with him. I was going to carry his children. I was going to grow old with him."

But it's all gone now. It's all gone and there's no way I could ever get it back.

"I was going to die with him! But YOU took it all away from ME!"

His heart pumped faster as my fingers tightened their clasp on his neck again. He tried to push me away, but I was too strong at that moment. I was anticipating any sudden blows.

"I can't get him back. I can't even carry children because my cells are all dead! Do you hear me!? DEAD!" I was beginning to lose control of myself. My soul was beginning to take control of me, her anger ruling me and clouding my senses.

"If you thought I would have broken down and cried, you are wrong. I cannot be broken or toyed with so easily. I do not fall or back down." I was gaining control of myself again. I smirked as I slowly let my hands slide away from his neck, but I was already missing the wild thumping of his heart.

"I won't just back down without a fight. It's the fight that makes everything exciting, after all."

Andrew's lips curved into a faint smile. He looked proud— happy. I scoffed, rolled my eyes and walked far away from him. I looked around his room and for once, I noticed a very disturbing object sitting on a nightstand near his bed.

"What the hell is that?!" I seethed, snapping my neck towards Andrew once again. He looked at the well-kept object, his face emotionless.

"It's your heart. Don't you remember?"

There was a heart inside a fancy jar. The heart seemed well preserved, it looked very delicate and fragile. Was that innocent-looking thing me? Was that once inside of me? It looked so innocent, so fragile and peaceful. It couldn't be mine if it was an innocent little thing.

I turned my head around, not wanting to look at the heart any longer. I can't look at it. It's too innocent, too good-natured and that was once me. That was the human me. "Whatever. Just get that thing out of my sight."

"Did you order that Slade around like this? Don't think about ordering me around because I am not him." Andrew sounded irritated.

I smiled, remembering how Sebastian would usually listen to my selfish demands and go along with them, even though in the end he would have his payback. He would let me act around however I wanted, but he'd always keep a tight eye on me.

"Yes. You are not him." I agreed, facing him once again. "You are not my Slade, therefore, I can't stand being in a room with you. Ew, you're a Pureblood, too." I made a disgusted face as I finished my sentence.

"You see," I walked around, my hand slowly touching any object that grabbed my attention. "Sebastian's presence itself would arouse me." I paused and turned around to face him with a thoughtful look. "Something no other man is capable of— that's of course, if my dead beloved is not included."

I noticed Andrew clenching his hands into fists, his jaw muscles tightening and his stance very stiff. Just as he had done, I used that as a sign to continue on.

"Sebastian's touch is like a fire that melts down my ice. His lips would force my mind to become cloudy, hazy. His eyes alone are enough to cool me down." I fell into a state of nostalgia, remembering all the times that he would look me in the eyes and force my fire to subside. "The bastard brings out the human side of me, don't you think?"

"That's enough." he commanded.

'Don't snap. What you're doing is agitating him.' whispered my amused soul.

"No? But there's more about him to tell. Now," I narrowed my eyes in thought and focused for a second. "Have I told you about his body? Devil in Hell, he's a man in the streets, but a beast between the sheets. I love it when he allows me to dominate him. They way his tight muscles tense with my touch and the way he gr—"

It wasn't until I felt a sharp smack on my back that I came to realise I was pinned against a wall with Andrew hissing in front of me. "I said, that's enough. Don't talk about another man in front of me, Sweet Little Thing."

His eyes... they had changed to a very bright, almost a translucent yellow.

I've seen that colour before. It was the female Pureblood that I encountered a few decades ago. She was a Pureblood, not a Slade, and that's why the eye colour is different.

"Possessive. That doesn't arouse me. Yet somehow when Sebastian is possessive of me it kind of gets me... excited."

'Stop it now. You're pushing a Pureblood's buttons.'

At that, my soul killed my joy of torturing a Pureblood.

"But I should stop talking about him to you. After all, you're not him." the smirk that danced on my lips, I had no control of. I just couldn't help but push Andrew away from me and walk away. He had shown me the insides of his mansion, so I was able to see myself to the Gaming Room.

Lately, whenever I have been bored, I've been finding myself watching movies. This one I was watching was called Twilight. The name intrigued me, but when the movie started I was slightly disappointed. It's from a few decades ago.

"We do not sparkle!" I gasped as I crunched on a handful of Salt and Vinegar chips. "How dare you?!"

Those humans do not know how we really are. Of course they don't. They don't just see Vampires casually walking around.

"Pfft! You wish! Vampires don't have those gifts, it's those greedy Purebloods!"

I squealed when I saw the Werewolf, whose name I believe was Jacob. "At least they've got the Werewolf bit right." I muttered.

After Twilight, I decided to watch another Vampire movie called Fright Night. Sounds interesting.

"We do not look that ugly! And our fangs are not that dirty!"

Those movies are offending. But I suppose they have a point, they've never seen a Vampire in their life. The humans would probably die because of the beauty they'd see. Unfortunately, not every Vampire is blessed like me.

I am the Devil's gift to this dull Earth.

"Sebby, I'm hung—" I froze when I caught myself screaming for him.

I frowned, thinking.

That Slade had changed me. He had somehow managed to make his way through my thick, ice walls. He had somehow managed to make my soul fond of him in some ways. At first I hated him, I couldn't stand being around him. But as I spent more time with him and as I observed the way he would look at me— treat me— I became aware of his feelings towards me. I didn't like them at first. I wasn't used to being looked at with love and affection after Jonathan vanished.

I didn't want to go through the pain of attachment again.

When Sebastian took my freedom from me, I thought I could despise him and kill him. My freedom was the only thing I had after I lost my family, my love. I valued my freedom, and apart from revenge, it was like a thin thread I held onto to keep me living. I hated it when Sebastian took that from me. Everything I held onto was taken from me and I guess that was one of the reasons why I did not want to hold onto Sebastian in the beginning.

I knew that if I held onto him, I would have lost him.

I ended up holding onto him, and in the end, I lost him.

But there is no way I could just sit down and allow Sebastian to be taken away from me. I lost many things throughout my existence, however, Sebastian won't be one of them. I'm simply waiting for the time to come so I can put my plan in action.

After all, seduction isn't the only thing I am a master of.

Sebastian promised to get me back, and I promised to get him back. I have trust in him, and I know he won't rest easy until he has me back in his arms again.

He knows I won't back down, either. He knows I won't just back down without a fight.

✿❀ RZ ❀✿