Intense throbbing in my head woke me up to a quiet room. It took me a while to know that it was Sebastian's room— the dark colours gave many hints, apart from his inviting scent. The thing is, he wasn't in the room, so I was lonely. I groaned and caressed my head, hoping to get rid of this pain in my skull, but I failed miserably.

First of all, how did I end up falling asleep? Sebastian better not have pressed on my neck again. Hell, it hurts a lot.

I cannot remember a single event from last night, other than the fact that I showed weakness and asked Sebastian to take me to a club. I remember feeding on a few Vampires, but then everything goes blank. The more I try to remember, the more my head hurts.

What did I even drink to cause me such a headache?

I slowly got out of the bed and wobbled my way to the bathroom to have a warm bath. When the mirror caught my attention, I froze.

—Thank you for the amazing night, Jewel. You gave me one hell of a night to remember. XOXO Abby—

What the hell!? Who's Abby?! What did I do last night?! And where did she get her red lipstick, it's so nice!

I felt a hiss build up in my throat and when it came out of my mouth, my head hurt me even more. That's it. Sebastian must know what happened last night! He must have been with me the entire time! I'm sure this is just some silly prank.

I followed Sebastian's scent, which led me to the large kitchen. Why was he in here by himself? Where are his maids, butlers and servants? He only gives them a day off when they ask for one— which they hardly ever do because they love him so much— or when he is in a really good mood. Something good must have happened to him if he gave his staff a day off.

"Good morning, Love." Sebastian greeted me cheerfully. He was too happy— too enthusiastic. Something must have happened. Even the way he is cooking and moving around so easily gave it away.

"Sebby, what happened last night?" I whined as I walked over to him. Unconsciously, my hands wrapped around his toned waist and I pressed my face into his shirt, inhaling his warm scent. I felt him tense as soon as my arms wrapped around him. I don't blame him, I don't usually go around giving him free hugs.

My hugs are expensive.

"Last night?" he asks and laughs happily. "Last night was amazing!"

"So you know who Abby is?" I perk up.

He laughs louder this time, as though he was unable to contain it within himself. When he quietens down, he says, "Yes, Love. It was really amusing to see you throw yourself at another female. Didn't know you're into these things— but hey, it was very amusing to watch."

I still, my hands slowly dropping from his waist. Sebastian spins around and that's when I see it. His smile was so large, his eyes were twinkling as though he was so happy he couldn't stop it. He was practically glowing.

"What happened last night, Slade?" I ask, my face hardening and my voice dropping. His smile widens, if that was possible, and then it breaks into a grin.

"Last night you confessed your undying love to this lady called Abby, saying how you'd love her forever and you actually begged her to not leave you. Last night you threw yourself at her and in the end, you got to have some erotic girl-on-girl action. It was so thrilling to watch." his eyes twinkled mischievously as he spoke.

I felt myself tense even more by the end of what he said. It came to me as a blow. I mean, sure, I am the most idiotic drunk there is, but I don't just sleep with whoever— especially girls! They're just not as exciting to play with, no offence. "You must be joking."

"I might have exaggerated a few, but not really."

My hand flies across to grab his hair and I hiss warningly. Sebastian didn't like what I did. He grabs a hold of my wrists and then spins around so that I was pushed against the counter. He must be lying! No way would I do that!

"You're lying!" I glare, my upper lip curled to show my fangs. "I'd never be able to get aroused by just anyone! If I really did that, my body would remember it!" I shout angrily, not really sure if I was angry at myself or him. "What happened last night, Slade? You better start answering." my voice drops again, and this time I look at him with serious eyes.

"You want to know what happened last night?" he breathes, an irritated look on his face. "Fine. Last night, you got so drunk and after calling me Sebby a few times, you assumed I was some girl called Abby— I mean, really? Where did you even get Abby from Sebby?"

I rolled my eyes at the irritated look he was giving me and muttered, "They sound the same."

He laughed bitterly, glaring at me in the process. "No, they don't. Later on, you ask if there was a garden around so you could start digging, and when I asked you why, you said because I ordered some seeds from FarmVille, so I need to begin planting. Isn't that a game?" he paused to ask again.

"I was drunk!" I defended myself, shrugging my shoulders and raising my eyebrows.

He rolled his eyes and continued, "Then someone knocks your drink over and you let out some outrageously creative curses— which I must say, I enjoyed listening to. You then ask me to take you to a lake where you find a boat. For some reason, you started yelling I am Noah! Come get in my ark, you beasts!" he tried to mimic my voice, making his voice high-pitched whilst he waved his arms around.

It made me laugh, because he looked silly.

He glared at me, and continued again, "The boat capsizes, you fall in the water, and start calling for the aliens to rescue you. I get you out of the water and walk you to my car and then BAM," he clapped his hands together in front of my face, making me jump slightly. "You confess your undying love for me."

Sebastian was breathing deeply by the end. His eyes were storming, battling and deciding on which mood he was in. His eyes suddenly settle down to their usual night black colour. "Was that the alcohol talking or do you really feel that way towards me?" he brings his forehead closer to me and rests it against my own. His hands grip the edge of the counter tightly.

My eyes lower to his lips, and I suddenly become uneasy. My soul starts whispering a little loud and quick, and my mind goes blank, as though I didn't have the right words to form my answer.

What the hell are these feelings?

"It was just the alcohol talking, Slade." I whisper slowly, avoiding his eyes. "Don't take it so seriously."

I notice Sebastian's expression soften, and a smile graces his lips. He was hurt, I knew he was hurt by my answer.

"Sebastian I—" I tried to explain to him, but he quietened me with a slow and ardent kiss. That shocked me, I wasn't expecting it. His lips against mine became a little quick and forceful when he felt me not responding. My eyes closed lightly on their own, and my hands found their way around his neck and into his silky black hair. The kiss became slow and passionate again, this time as though he wanted to show me his feelings.

I feel my soul's whispers increase every time our lips close against each other. When his lips open my own and his tongue slides into my mouth, I feel my knees weaken a little. Why am I feeling so different? Usually when he does this, I don't react that way. What's going on?

Because of my pale panic and unknowingness, I began pushing Sebastian away. He let me force him away, but there was a happy smile on his face. We were both breathing a little hard, but not both of us were in a great mood.

"You fear what you don't know." he grins, going over to grab a bowl and a spoon. He starts pouring some of the soup he made into the bowl, and then he sets it down on the table for me— he knows I don't like going to the dining room, so I end up eating in the kitchen. He looks up at me with that grin on his face, this time it was as though he knew what was going on.

He did.

"I'll be in my office if you need me. There are things I need to take care of, but make sure you eat it all."

And with a final look, he turns around and walks out of the kitchen.

After eating the unbelievably delicious soup Sebastian made, and after feeling unbelievably better, Sebastian and I decided to take a walk together— well, we drove around for a while and then we started walking randomly.

Sebastian and I talked about haphazard things as we walked. Food, people, Vampires, Purebloods, Werewolves, cows, zombies, blood types and all those casual things. We found a cafe nearby so we decided to sit outside and continue talking. Everything was going good, until a group of girls who sat beside us decided to talk about the Sexy Stud that was sitting next to this Model-looking girl. I loved the way they described me, but talking about my man is a No-No.

"Seriously? 153 years?" he asks, his eyebrows furrowing. "You look like you're still seventeen." Sebastian smirks seductively, and when he did that, I heard the heartbeats of the girls increase as well as their lustful talking about how he's so... I didn't understand the term they used for him. Must be a new human word.

"Naturally." I said casually and rolled my eyes. "That's when I was transformed. It was my seventeenth birthday that night, I had just become of age..." I trailed on, getting lost in the memories of the times when people around me would tell me of the joys of coming of age. I shook my head slightly, a smile on my lips appearing because of what I remembered.

"But I've been around for a 170 years, including when I was a human. Anyway, what about you? You look like you're no older than twenty-seven— less than that, actually." I mock, leaning forward and resting my elbows on the table.

Sebastian's lips twitch, and then a tempting side smirk lifts the corner of his lips. "Me?" he raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me. "I'm a Slade. Don't forget that."

"Yeah?" I drawl in a bored voice. "So what if you're an original? How old are you?" I roll my eyes at him, leaning forward more as I become eager to hear what he will say. I ignored the quiet squeals of the girls when they saw Sebastian's eyebrow lift. They were annoying me. I hate humans like them.

"I'm a little older than the total number of Vampires you hunted— Andrew included." he smirked even more when he saw my jaw slightly drop.

"How old are you?!" I whisper-yell low enough for him to hear as I lean in closer.

He leans forward, his eyes glinting playfully. I was waiting impatiently, I wanted to know so badly. How long was he around for?

"55,192."

My jaw drops so low, I thought it would have touched the floor. He existed for that long?! He was around for that long?!

"You look shocked." Sebastian says, amused.

"You're basically a walking fossil!" I blurt with wide eyes, and he laughs. "A gorgeous walking fossil that is mine." I mumble to myself, hoping he didn't hear.

He heard, and he laughed, his shoulders shaking and his eyes almost closing.

I glance at his face, his chest and then his face again. I have nothing to say to that. I mean, I did expect him to be slightly old and all, but definitely not that old. Definitely not that old. I mean, yes, we have lived through thousands of centuries, but this... even Andrew wasn't that old! Then again, he's a Slade, he has to have existed since the beginning because he's an original.

"—so hot!" I hear a whisper. I readjust my hearing and subtly glance to the side from the corner of my eye, feeling my ears twitch as I do so.

"Like, totally! He's so delicious— he's probably a supermodel! Oh God, my ovaries." I scrunch my nose in disgust. Why would she bring her ovaries into this?

"Do you think if we get the girl away from him, we can get his number?" one of my eyebrows raises unconsciously, and I find myself resting my cheek against my palm as I listen to them. My head was a little lowered, so no one was able to see my eyes.

"I don't know, how about inviting him to hang out with us at a party. You know what happens at parties."

At that suggestive remark, I feel my eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare. My lips twitch, and suddenly a smirk lifts the corner of my lip.

I stand up forcefully, making the chair scrape against the floor, the sound so sharp it tickled my ears a little. I heard the girls quieten, and I felt their eyes on me, making my smirk widen. I walked over to Sebastian who looked amused— he must have heard the entire conversation, but I hoped he didn't see me burning with bitterness.

Making sure the girls were watching, I swing a leg over Sebastian's lap and sit down, snaking my arms around his neck. Sebastian was watching silently, enjoying my state of fury. Without a delay, I forcefully pushed my lips against Sebastian's, the movement being rough and possessive.

One of my hands moved to the back of Sebastian's neck and pulled on his hair roughly. By doing this, I aroused Sebastian enough for his movements to become rough like mine. Now, our lips were eating each other's, they were opening and closing against each other as though they couldn't get enough. Our heads were rotating angles to deepen the kiss, and then suddenly our hands begin to roam each other's bodies.

Sebastian's heartbeat was increasing, arousing me even more and making it difficult for me to pull away. But I needed to do something. When I pulled away from Sebastian— breathing ruggedly, I made sure to hide his face in the crook of my neck so that the girls would not see his desirably erotic face— which would make them turn into jelly. Not only that, but I was sure that Sebastian's eyes were that beautiful, aroused dark blue colour.

When I had calmed down and I was certain my eyes were back to their normal colour, I turned and glared at the girls— who looked shocked and devastated. That's right, Witches, he's mine.

"Desperate humans," I noted, venom lacing my tongue. I could hear and feel Sebastian's irregular breathing on my neck, he was still in that haze. I wrapped my arms around him tightly when I saw the girls eye his body. "Next time you fantasise about someone out loud, make sure he isn't owned. This one is mine,"— my arms around Sebastian tighten unconsciously— "So you trash better disappear."

And just like that, they stood up from their seats and scurried away. Even though the were gone, I still felt angry, bitter. Sebastian was mine, Sebastian is mine. Who the hell do they think they are, talking about him like that?

I stood up and grabbed Sebastian's hand roughly, but I knew he didn't feel it or mind it. It certainly takes more than that to make Sebastian feel the slightest bit of pain.

"Jewel—"

"Shut up and move quickly, Slade." my grip on his hand tightens, and my pace increases. I soon find Sebastian's black Lamborghini and without thinking, I push him into the passenger's seat while I hurry to the driver's seat. As soon as I am inside the car, everything becomes blurry as I speed away. I was driving fast, ignoring the red lights and the honking of cars.

"Jewel, calm do—"

"Slade." I warn, my grip on the steering wheel tightening, causing my knuckles to become white. And just like that, I was already slamming the door shut, grabbing Sebastian's hand and super-speeding towards our room before I pushed him on the bed.

Sebastian is strong— unbelievably strong— so I will need to restrain his movements if I want to be in control, I think as I walk over to his walk-in closet and grab some handcuffs before returning to him— I had brought them after watching a movie. Before he could get up from the bed, I push him down and handcuff his wrists to the bed post. His bed itself is expensive, so I hope he won't try to free himself and in turn break something.

"What the hell are you doing, Jewel? Take them off me." Sebastian says, rather darkly, yet he was still surprised.

I chuckle lowly, and Sebastian stops. "What? I find it very tempting when you're restrained like that."

Sebastian's face hardens when I rip his shirt off of him, leaving his chiselled chest bare for me to see. He hates it when he can't touch me, he hates it when he can't put his hands on me.

"What's bothering you? Why are you doing this?" Sebastian asks in irritation, trying to get out of the handcuffs. I knew he could get out of them easily, but he didn't want to do that because he knew it would anger me even more. He was pretending to struggle, when in fact, it would be effortless for him to get out of them.

But he was doing the right thing in pretending to be weaker than me at the moment.

"Because I hate it!" I yelled, feeling my fangs elongate. My vision constantly drifted, my mind unable to decide whether I was beyond furious or just irritated. Then my vision sharpens— my eyes were their cruel silver, and Sebastian noticed. "I hate it when other women look at you with desire! I hate it when other women talk about you! I hate it when other women talk about trying to touch you!" I breathe hard, my fangs now throbbing inside my mouth. Sebastian was quiet, and I was grateful for that.

I am angry, I am so angry I can almost touch my anger.

"I hate it! You're MY Pureblood! You're MY Slade! You're MY Man! Mine!" I was panting so hard because of how angrily I was yelling. My eyes stung, the need to cry because of my frustration was powerful. I fisted my hands against his bare abs. All this anger was easting me slowly.