I puffed my cheeks and pouted again, even though he couldn't see me. The bastard was ignoring me!

He had his bare, muscular back to me but I knew he was somehow sleeping. Obviously, Purebloods sleep and need sleep. Us Vampires don't. We can stay awake for an entire year without sleeping but some of us do like the idea of sleep, thus they sleep.

The funny thing is, every time I move my index finger to trace the outlines of his back muscles, he would hiss warningly and his muscles would tense even more. I had no idea why he was like that. Sebastian always wanted my touch, always.

With a sigh, I flipped him so that he was lying on his stomach whilst I climbed on top of his hard back. He hissed and I hissed back, silencing his threats. I placed my hands on his back and began massaging gently, smirking when I saw his back muscles relax a little.

"Honestly, Slade. Who wet your bed?" I asked, continuing to massage him.

He ignored me again, and that made my soul scream with rage. No one ignores me, no one.

I leaned down and placed a kiss on his bare back, which had tensed as soon as it came in contact with my lips. He hissed again, and suddenly flipped us over so that I was pinned underneath his larger frame.

With strong force, he captured my lips in a rough kiss. His lips seemed to move against my own in an aggressive, punishing manner. It hurt me in a way, but I enjoyed it.

He slipped his tongue in, his hands moving to grip my cheeks as he began grinding his body against me. Dammit, not all of this together at the same time!

My soul's lustful whispers have certainly increased by now and I was sure that my eyes have drifted to their desire-filled violet colour. I could feel Sebastian's fast heartbeat, proving to me that he was enjoying this, too. It gave me a sense of pride to know that I could cause his heart to beat like that.

I pushed him away a little and rolled my head back, taking a little break to breathe. Sebastian's aggressive kisses moved down to my neck, and then slowly downwards. I took the chance and curled my legs around his toned waist as I drowned in his touch.

He trailed his tongue up and down my cleavage, just a little above my breasts. I breathed, rolling my hips to match the movement of his hips. Hell, that felt mind-blowing.

I felt him smirk against my skin and within a heartbeat, he pierced the flesh of my right breast rather harshly, causing me to let out a pained moan. He pushed his fangs deeper, gulping down more of my blood which he seemed to like. The fact that he was drinking from my chest was... erotic.

"Ow, Slade, stop." I whined, clawing my nails down his bare back, causing his muscles to tense.

His fangs dug deeper, causing me more pain. I clawed at his back more, wanting him to let go because my strength was slipping away slowly and I couldn't push him away.

My eyelids became heavy and my arms had fallen limp against the bed. My soul's whispers began to slowly quieten down, yet she still begged me to do something to stop him from killing me. Could she not feel him devouring my strength?!

To my greatest joy, he pulled his fangs away and got off of me— without cleaning my wound. Heartless bastard! This is going to take time to heal and it will hurt until it completely does!

A Pureblood's bite needs to be cleaned by the Pureblood themselves before it can heal by the Vampire's body. Obviously, because a Pureblood is strong and their bite will also be strong for the Vampire to heal alone. If the Pureblood doesn't clean the wound or bite he caused, then that wound would take a long time to heal. It could be weeks and it could be months depending on the bite's strength or roughness.

The pain from my breast was excruciating. I was panting hard and with the remaining strength I had, I turned my head to the side to see him walk into the bathroom to take a shower. You dead— handsome— son of a Witch, I thought before I fell asleep.

"Die, you son of a Witch! Die!" I screamed, then winced as my chest ached. The wound Sebastian inflicted on me hasn't healed yet.

This was tougher than I thought! No one had shown me the instructions to defeat him!

I was so close to killing the bastard, but I don't know how he manages to restore his energy every time I give him a kick or a punch.

I punched the buttons of the controller harshly as I narrowed my eyes at the screen. Without taking my eyes off the screen, I reached for the bag of chips and took a handful before devouring them like a starving pig. I was in the electronics' room— obviously where the electronic games and such were kept— and it was kind of dark. The only light I had was coming from the T.V screen.

"Holy Devil! Holy Devil!" I screamed enthusiastically as I realised how close to finishing him I was. If I deliver the last kick, I win. If I don't, he does.

My eyes sparkled as my fingers jammed the control buttons mercilessly. "Holy Cheese Rice— MY CHIPS!" I scream out loud when I notice Sebastian walk in the room, take the packet of chips and sit down on the couch behind me like he owned this place. Well, technically he does, but that's not the point.

That right there had distracted me and made me look away from the screen. "K.O! You lose!" the screen blared loudly.

I snapped my head back, dropping the controller as I lifted my hands to the ceiling. "No! I was not ready! Why?!" I cried dramatically. I should consider becoming an actress someday.

The sound of chips crunching had brought me back to the ugly reality. I quickly turned around and glared daggers at Sebastian, who was looking at me with hidden amusement.

"You!" I screeched, pointing at him. "I was seconds from kicking that guy's dirty butt! What the hell, Slade?!"

The fact that he was munching on my chips so casually irritated me, and what irritated me most was the fact that he wasn't reacting to me.

I pouted, looking at him with boredom whilst he looked at me blankly. "You're no fun today."

I crawled over to him on my hands and knees and when I was going to grab the packet of chips from him, he pulled them over his head and continued eating.

I gaped at him, not believing what he was doing. "Dude, seriously?! Those are mine!" I frowned. He continued eating and staring at me expressionlessly. It was funny how he never took his gorgeous, black eyes off of me. At least I was still there for him to see.

"Fine. I want to go to a club. I'm so bored and hungry."

He isn't going to agree, but I only said that to cause a reaction out of him. He's going to reject my request.

I was shocked when I saw him throw the empty packet of chips to me and walk out of the electronics' room. I walked after him into his room, watching as he stepped into his walk in closet and began pulling his shirt up. Oh, my.

"Take your clothes and change in the bathroom."

What?! But I thought he was giving me a free show! What the hell is going on with him?!

Exasperatedly, I grabbed some clothes and stomped my feet to the bathroom.

"Wait." I held my hand up, not believing what he had just said. "You're saying that I can do whatever I want?" I asked again just to make sure.

He nodded, taking another gulp of his drink and looked at me again with that expressionless look. I can't even tell what he is thinking.

"Slade, are you serious?" I gaped, for the hundredth time today. He sighed, shaking his head and then looking at me seriously.

"If you ask me one more time, I am going to change my mind."

Wow, that was slightly cold of him. His tone was harsh. Something was definitely wrong with him today.

I made a funny, mocking face at him and when his eyes narrowed into a frightening glare I took it as my cue and bolted it out of the VIP room he was staying in.

I was having so much fun, dancing and drinking blood of Vampires around me who just threw themselves at me. Oh yes, this club is for Vampires only. So when humans want to come inside, we just say that this club isn't available or something about being expensive. Whatever it is, it always keeps the humans away.

When I felt tired I pushed the Vampire away from me, counting his number— 55,125. I've drank so much blood, and I feel so high and happy. It's as though I've been drugged!

I walked back to Sebastian's VIP room, only to stop in my tracks. Women were throwing themselves all over him, some were even at his feet and touching him. No one was able to notice him being a Pureblood because he knows how to mask his scent. That clever bastard.

"Isn't that a Slade's Vampire?" I heard someone say from behind me. The voice sounded feminine and slightly accusing. She probably knew I was a Slade's Vampire because of the earring Sebastian made me wear. It was one of a kind, as every Slade had a different thing for their Vampire to be recognised as theirs.

"Yeah it is. I heard that she feeds on male Vampires and sleeps with them." some feminine voice replied back, not interested.

I heard a scoff, and then a sneering comment. "I cannot believe her. If I was a Slade's Vampire, I would so devote myself to him and him only. What an ungrateful brat."

It was then that I turned around and faced my back-talkers. When they saw me, their eyes widened and they bowed to me quickly. Of course, that's how a Slade's Vampire is treated because a Slade's Vampire has a higher value and status than normal Vampires, but they are still below Purebloods.

I smirked at them, head tilting to the side. "Thank you so much for talking about me behind my back—" I paused suddenly, faking a surprised look. "Oh wait, that's right! That's where you belong—" I paused again, my smirk growing on my lips. "Behind my back."

With that, I turned around and began walking to Sebastian's VIP room, leaving the trash gaping behind.

I don't know why, but the fact that those women were touching Sebastian had stirred something inside of me, causing my eyes to drift to their merciless silver colour.

I hissed thunderously at them, getting their attention— including Sebastian's. "Get your filthy hands off him, now."

My tone of voice was lethal, and the frightened looks in the women's eyes told me so. They hurriedly stood up and ran out, not daring to look back.

Sebastian seemed a little surprised at my words, but he didn't look too much into it. He turned back and faced the shaded window which showed the view of the entire club downstairs. Oh yes, this club is two floors. The first floor is where the dancing and drinking happens and the second floor is for the VIP rooms. Also, the VIP rooms are tinted so no one on the outside can see, but the inside can.

I walked over to Sebastian and sat on his lap, ignoring my dress and straddling him so that my front was pressed to his chest.

With my eyebrows knitted together, I pouted and looked somewhere else, not wanting to look at him at the moment. He calmly placed his drink on the table beside him and wrapped his arms around my hips loosely, moving his head towards me.

He kissed my pouty lips, his lips moving against mine slowly and gently. He knew I hated it that way and he still did it.

I ignored it nonetheless and placed my hands on his wide shoulders, my lips matching the speed of his lips. I couldn't hear the blazing music outside anymore, and I didn't care.

He looked just as gorgeous as ever, wearing a white V-neck short-sleeve shirt with a large black skull imprinted on it as well as dark faded jeans to finish the look. He looked so young in such clothes.

He bit my bottom lip lightly, parting it and taking the chance to slide his tongue in. My eyes have surely drifted to their violet colour but he couldn't see them because they were partly closed. I couldn't scent Sebastian's lust in the air, and it felt as if he wasn't feeling anything. But, his heart was beating quickly and loudly inside his strong chest.

Not pleased with his reaction, I pulled away and jumped out of his lap. He didn't seem surprised, instead his face was expressionless— again.

With a mental groan, I walked out of his VIP room and headed to the first floor to have the fun I deserved.

"Whoow!" I gulped my fifteenth glass of Royal Blood. This is a Vampire drink which is highly alcoholic and strong. Contrary to its name, it contains no blood. I was already feeling carefree and extremely wasted. I could feel intense eyes on me, but I didn't care. It's probably some guy checking me out, who else could it be?

After feeding on two Vampires and dancing with a few delicious looking pieces of meat, I had sat down in front of the bar and started drinking peacefully.

I forced my eyes to squint so that I could see the cutie next to me. Shoulder-length black hair and black eyes— that is so my style but she's a girl.

"What's your name?" I screamed over the music.

She screamed something back in a rather manly voice, a smirk on her face. I think she said her name is Road. Her name is Road? What a funny name for a girl! Did I even hear her name right?

I turned towards the bartender, holding four fingers at him. "A Royal Blood please, and one for Road next to me, too." I said. Road laughed loudly and I looked at her with a funny expression.

"Problem, what's the road?" I wasn't entirely sure of what I was saying. My mind was blank and I could not make proper sentences. I just hope I wasn't embarrassing myself.

"Babe, I think you're drunk." she chuckled, scooting closer to me. Oh, I'm liking this but I am not a lesbian.

I giggled out loud, finding what she said funny. "Silly billy, I'm not drunk!"

It was then that I realised she had something missing.

I looked down at my not-so-exposed chest. Thanks to Sebastian's slowly healing wound, I couldn't wear anything that revealed my chest.

I touched my breasts and then I looked at Road. Was she flat chested? I moved my hands and then cupped her chest, feeling nothing there when my hands slid flat. I looked into her eyes with horror, but she was looking at me with amusement.

"You don't have any!" I pouted, moving in to hug her. She smelt of a man's cologne, and that was funny.

She chuckled, hugging me back with thick arms. Was this girl manly?!

I then felt something weird down there. I looked down and saw her crotch expanding out of her jeans. I gasped.

"Holy flying cows on cheese cakes! Girl, what is wrong with your thing?!" I wasn't aware of my actions at all. I moved a hand and stroked her thing through her jeans, hearing her sharp intake of air. Her thing expanded and hardened more and I backed away, crossing my legs and hoping that doesn't happen to me. Was it a disease?

"Um, what do you say you and I go to a room upstairs?" Road said. I groaned, feeling slightly irritated for some reason. I shook my head, standing up on wobbly feet.

"No thanks, I'm not hungry." I mumbled but I was sure she heard me. She laughed again, taking a hold of my elbow and pulling me to her side. Her chest was wide and firm, surprisingly muscular too. As I thought, this girl is manly.

"No. Let go, Road. I told you I wasn't hungry." I whined, trying to pull my hand from her strong hold. She's a Vampire, I know it and I can smell it.

Road suddenly cupped my breasts with her large hands, making me freeze. I usually don't act the way I do, but I was drunk. And the drink was strong.

"Let go, baby hippo!" I thrashed in her arms, not liking the way she was touching me. I slammed my body against hers a few times, but it wasn't that strong thanks to my drunken state. It probably looked like I was dancing with her.

Road's grip on me disappeared and I heard her groan in pain. I swayed on my feet as I turned around, seeing her or him or whatever it was hunching on the ground in pain. I whined and pouted when I was pulled into warm arms that wrapped around me carefully at the same time. When I looked at my captor, I gasped, admiring his unbelievable beauty.

"I already told her I'm not hungry. Don't ask me, too!" I whined, my pout still on my face as I pushed against his chest lightly. I stopped, letting myself melt in his warm hold as I spoke, "But you're very tantalising, so I will be hungry if you ask me." I giggled, feeling his arms tighten around me.

"You're drunk, we're going home." he spoke. I purred, snuggling into his embrace more.

"You have a very alluring voice, too. Tell me, tell me! What's your name?" I pulled back, looking into his night black eyes with curiosity.

His facial expression was soft and his eyes held amusement, so did that tempting smirk on his kissable lips. "Sebastian." his alluring voice said, "Can I hear you say my name?"

I giggled, nodding my head eagerly. "Sebastian... I like it." I grinned. His smirk turned into a caring smile whilst his arms tightened around me.

I then felt a pain in my chest, so I moved a hand to place on the area and hissed quietly.

"Come with me." he said, pulling my hand softly and walking me to where the bathroom hall was. There was an abandoned wooden table near the restrooms, so Sebastian lifted me up like I weighed nothing and sat me on top cautiously.

He parted my legs slightly and stepped in between them. He placed his left hand on my right cheek, looking at me softly before his eyes dropped down to my chest. His right hand lowered the top of my dress, exposing more of my cleavage. I grasped his hand, frowning as I looked at him.

His eyes snapped up to my own. "You can't do that." I looked to my side. "What if someone sees? And I don't know you much."

Then I giggled softly.

His eyes softened yet again, his hand on my cheek stroking the skin slowly. "No one will dare look and you know me very well. I know there's a pain there, so let me heal it." he cooed as if he was talking to a child, moving to kiss my forehead sweetly. I smiled, nodding my head.