It was the year 1751. I had gotten involved with a woman, one of those that at the current time I felt that she was the one. I gave up my ways to spend what I thought would be our eternity. Now I shall admit that having a sexual appetite as I do, it made me do this rather foolishly. But yet I thought this woman was to be my beloved, which I was later relieved, I did not mark. The problem is that we lived together with this illusion in my head that we were the Master and his beloved, it was a notion that I became accustomed to. When Edward finally spoke some sense into me, when he showed me the wrong in my ways, I immediately, well, it is rather ugly to say, but I did throw her out and ordered her to never come near me again.

And so she did, I never heard or saw her again, so I thought that I could confidently say that she was no longer part of my life and that she had moved on. Later years I did learn that she had encounters with Lestat while we were together. Now it did infuriate me, but I thought if I felt the need at the time, I would have cheated on her as well. That is where my knowledge ended with her, until now.

"Well, Sebastian, my beloved, it is so great to see you again."

I watch as my real beloved's eyes grow rather wide, and next to me, I hear Connor whisper under his breath, "I see someone has got some explaining to do."

He sees that I do not find his remark rather funny at the moment and still continues to chuckle at himself. The man is rather peculiar at the best of times.

So my delusional lover steps forward to me, much to the annoyance of my beloved, let us rather refer to her as Anastasia at present. So it is with much annoyance that this woman lays her lips against mine. If it was not that Anastasia would get upset, I would have bitten the damn things off. Yet, I think that will give her some twisted form of pleasure.

When she sees that this act has rather no effect on me, she looks over to Anastasia, "Ah, how cute. Let us guess you also told her that she is your beloved?"

"No, Cassandra, she is my beloved. Now, what is the purpose of this charade?"

"Well, my love, is it not clear?"

"Let me guess, our Lestat here has promised you the universe, and you help him get London back."

"Not quite; I have no desire to have Lestat. The man has been with some questionable woman in some questionable places for two-hundred-forty-nine years. I truly have no desire to find myself into that as well."

Well, now if she has any thought of me taking her back, I shall gladly chew off my own foot before any such thing happens. So I guess the only thing left as with them all is revenge. But there is one thing that I have not been truthful with, and she has just made her entry.

"Daddy," Lucy runs over and gives me one rather big hug, which I must admit is something that still feels awkward. Why do humans feel the constant need to wrap themselves around each other? Yes, by all means, wrap your legs around each other in moments of ecstasy. That is beside the point, my mind is being distracted by my own ramblings. Why? I am going to have help to pay to explain this one to Anastasia.

And yet again, Connor, now really having a rather large smile on his face, whispers once again, I have no idea, for Lestat and Cassandra can hear every word he says, and he fully knows that. The man is just taunting me. But it does not stop him from saying, "Now someone really has some explaining to do."

"Yes, that explaining shall need to come from Cassandra," with my best attempt, I try to get Anastasia's burning eyes of me, but underneath her breath, I can hear her clearly say, "Sebastian, you are dead." Yes, I am, in fact dead. But I am sure that after she is done with me I shall be what can even possibly be, beyond dead.

Then completely out of place, the Windchaser boy, Ethan, feels the need to start filling some gaps in, "So this entire Levithian thing. Is that your doing?"

"We used them as a means to draw you here," Cassandra explains. "We made them an offer that they simply could not refuse."

"What?" Connor asks, "Like offering them the city as a platter?"

"Yes," Cassandra admits. "Something pretty much like that. Now we also offered them a little bonus, though we did not expect that the Hunters would show up. They already feasted on your two other friends, but of course, they rather prefer the main meal."

Well, this woman must surely be dumb, for I think she must know that Vampires are pretty much dead inside, what on earth is she going to feed them, and do I even need to have wondered, yet though a still ask.

"Have you lost your ability to think over the years, Cassandra, for our guts are pretty much nonexistent?"

"Oh, who said that they are going to eat that. I offered them the thing that you truly lack."

"Well, you truly lack one to my dear, for do you think for one second that they shall leave you untouched?"

"We made a deal," she rather firmly try to convince me.

Connor, who seems to have a laughing issue when he finds himself under pressure as they say in a tight spot, finds the breath to once again make his vocal cords known, "Well, I hate to burst that bubble, but their word is not good for anything. They even kill their own."

There is a very clear shock that reflects in her eyes as the possibility comes to mind that her brain shall also be offered on a plate. Well, I don't quite think so, but we all are going to be eaten today thanks to two imbeciles that think they can take over Europe. I think by now, they should learn that you shall only find yourself dead if you try to take Sebastian Belmont.

So it is in rather amusement that we sit and watch Lestat and Cassandra reassess their situation. Now I can clearly hear Cassandra's solution, leave us here and make a run for London. Lestat, on the other hand, is under the impression that no matter where they go, the Levethians will still come for them, so I turn my head to Ethan and try as softly as possible to ask him, "Will they follow them?"

"Of course, if they think they can make another deal, then they would. The world is their hunting ground."

Now that just terrifies me, thinking that these animals shall make their way to London and into Europe and lay waste to all that they see. I cannot let that happen; the biggest problem here is how do we find ourselves out of this situation. And Lestat and Cassandra seem to have the perfect solution.

"Sebastian."

"Yes, Lestat."

"We have been friends for years."

"A friendship that ended the moment you tied these ropes on our hands."

"Then let me say this. You are a reasonable man."

"My reason only goes as far as your intellect, and that is not far at all."

Well, there, I think I made my own personal joke that our Hunters find kind of amusing. The fact is that he has never been on the clever side. He got himself in an awful lot of trouble and an awful lot of time. The man's brain only functioned in one way, and that did not even function properly at all.

But yet I shall entertain him, "We shall abandon our plan if your Hunters help us with the Levethians."

"Well, you missed your opportunity with that. I am sure the Windchaser boys would have helped you with that one. But rather, I think the only thing they want to do to you is drive a dagger through your heart."

"Then," Cassandra starts, "Then we will just have to kill you."

"Kindly define who we are?"

"The four of us."

"Sorry to inform you, but your two cab boys left about ten minutes ago."

With that, I see them turn to the back to find that the cab boys are, in fact, still sitting there, but before they can make sense of what has happened, I jump from where I am sitting and move straight towards them. This is a battle that I am so much going to enjoy. Yes, it is never easy to kill a friend, but betrayal leaves a rather nasty cut, and I do not wish to have my skin mutilated.

So while I approach Lestat, I see Cassandra trying to get away. At the very same moment, the boys are trying to loosen their hands themselves.

Then the doors swing open.