"An Alpha's son? Chase was an Alpha's son?!" I gasp, holding on to Sebastian's tensed right bicep as I look at the ground thoughtfully. "Holy flying cows on cheese cakes, holy demon babies, Heaven is going down! The mess we're in is so deep, I probably won't be able to see the sun anymore!"

"What the hell is that woman blabbing?!" the Werewolf growls in irritation. I narrow my eyes at him, feeling my anger building. How dare he?

"Things an idiot like you won't understand." I snap, giving him both of my middle fingers. I feel so rebellious right now, and I am so glad humans were no longer around us. It's like they all disappeared, and we're the only ones left.

"Right now would be a brilliant time to close your mouth, Love." Sebastian warns, keeping his eyes on the Werewolf. He was really tense. Was he looking out for me? What a stupid question, of course he was. I am the love of his existence.

"Don't tell me what to do, Slade." I hiss at him, exposing my elongated fangs.

I hear the Werewolf whimper, making my eyes snap to him quickly. He looked uncertain, nervous a little. His once sharp gaze was now wavering as he glanced at Sebastian.

"You're a S-Slade?"

Was he taking slow steps back? What the hell, it's just Sebastian! Then again, Sebastian probably looked lethal right now.

"Was that all it took to make you withdraw with your tail between your legs, mutt?"

Sebastian's voice was altered. It was so frightening, even I decided to shut my mouth. I would bet my beautiful organs his eyes shifted to that vicious ice blue, almost very light silver eyes.

Run, mutt, run!

'Will you act your age for once?!' my soul hissed, her tone loud and quick.

I've never been this age before, so I don't know how to act my age, you jerk, I snapped back, almost hissing out loud.

"Slade—" he hissed so thunderously, I yelped with shock and stepped back from him. Sebastian quickly turned around and pulled me into his arms, his hug so tight I wondered if he was aiming to kill me.

"Forgive me, I'm a little edgy right now." he whispers, kissing the side of my head tenderly. I nodded faintly, still shaken by the way he acted. For a second, I thought I was going to have an interview with Satan. I'm sure it would be pleasant, but I wasn't prepared for that yet.

"A Slade with a weakness."

Sebastian stiffens, his arms becoming stronger around me. His heart was beating quickly. What was he feeling?

"That's new and very unheard of, don't you think?" the Werewolf continued, and I could feel Sebastian's heartbeat calming down. My eyes widened. Not a good sign.

"Allow me, Master." I said with a glare and pushed Sebastian away from me. "Exactly what are you trying to point out, Witch?" I super-speed to the Werewolf with angered silver eyes.

How dare he speak of Sebastian that way? His voice was practically mocking Sebastian.

The Werewolf smirks dangerously at me, his canine teeth retreating back into his mouth. His eyes darken in colour a little, and I smell a faint scent of desire. Are you serious? Am I that irresistible? I knew that already, but it felt good to be reminded every now and then.

"You could be used against him." he growled lowly. "Once my pack finds out about you being his little bit—"

He was lying on the floor, surrounded by the pool of his blood before he even finished his sentence. I threw his heart to the ground and pulled my bloodied hand to my lips, poking my tongue out and licking the blood slowly. I turned around and looked at Sebastian, who had an amazed look on his handsome face. I teased him a little by licking the blood on my hand slowly, making sure that his eyes were on me.

"Werewolf blood is so exciting." I purred, my voice low and seductive.

"You just got yourself involved in this." he frowned. "Now, you have his dead scent on your hand. Seriously, Love?" Sebastian sighs, walking over to me with an annoyed look on his face. I did him a favour, that jerk.

I shrugged, not finding a reason to care at all. "If you're involved, why the hell shouldn't I? I think we'd make an amazingly strong team. Besides," my gaze lowered to his hand, then I pulled him down by the collar of his dark shirt and kissed him gently, ensuring that he would be able to sense my feelings. I pulled away just a fraction, making sure his seductive night black eyes were able to see my own night black eyes. "I didn't appreciate the way he spoke about you. It boiled my blood."

"Really?" he grins, his eyes twinkling like the stars I see above. I rolled my eyes and turned away from him. Crouching down, I inspected the pockets of the Werewolf. He had a wallet which contained a few thousand dollars, a new phone and some car keys. Talk about a good kill.

"Don't get cocky with me." I mutter, poking the money. "On a happier note, look what I found!" I leaped up and smirked at Sebastian, dangling the wallet in front of his expressionless face. The least he could do is be a little happy. Oh, he's probably waiting for me to hand him some money. I'll be generous enough and give him some.

"Don't worry, son! I got you a dollar!" I say with a dramatic, deep voice as I hand Sebastian a coin. He looks down at it, then looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" I raise an eyebrow of my own. Why did he look bored, almost apathetic? "Such an ungrateful child. Give me the dollar, have nothing instead."

"Why are you so happy about finding a few dollars?" Sebastian asks curiously as he begins walking away. I gasp loudly, catching up to him and giving him the most shocked eyes ever as my jaw slightly drops.

"A few dollars?" I question with a glare. "A few— bless your heart, child! A few thousand dollars is a big deal, unless it's a rich bastard like you, then you wouldn't understand."

"Bastard, again?" he sighs audibly. He's thinking too much about the Werewolf, I need to do something to get his mind off of it. I don't like seeing him like this.

"What are you doing with the money?" he asks me. I should just go with the flow, I'm sure I'll make him forget.

"Tonight, we dine in Hell!" I exclaim, grinning when I noticed Sebastian's shoulders shake, as though he wanted to laugh.

"Seriously?" he asks, his lips curving up into a twitch.

"Just kidding— you wish! I'm thinking McRonald's." I crush his hopes, grinning harder when I see him shaking his head with a smile on his lips. Much better.

I've been waiting in this line for ages, and still I don't see myself getting closer to the counter. I asked Sebastian to sit somewhere, but he refused and insisted on accompanying me. Although, after some tempting promises, he gave up and found a spot to sit down in. He was thinking too much into the situation, it was starting to bother me. Also, there's this group of stupid, hormonal humans behind me. They were ticking me off so much.

I should get snickers, because I am starting to think that I do get a little angry when I'm hungry. The girl in front of me was going on about her wanting something but not having it her way, ticking me off even more.

"Can you hurry up?" I snap when I finally had enough of this nonsense. "This isn't Burger Prince, you don't have things your way! People are starving here!" I seethe. She turns around and as I was about to give her the dirty look, I stop.

"Oh Hell, I was about to give you a nasty look, but I see you don't need it. You already have a nasty look!" I gasp, horrified at the sight of her face. Bloody Devil, she needs to discover plastic surgeries quickly!

"Could you back the hell off?" I exclaim, turning around to face the humans with my frustration seeping out. "Standing so close to me won't get you any closer to the ordering counter, so back the hell off!"

They were a group of handsome boys. Pity, I smell arrogance around them. Big No-No.

"Next waiting, please!"

I turn around, and I mentally cry when I find that it's my turn. I walk closer to the counter, ignoring the whistles and vulgar comments of the boys. I know I am irresistible, but please don't annoy me.

"Is there something I can get for you?" the girl behind the counter asks. My left eye twitches, and I am positive she saw. Is she serious? Is this girl serious?

"No, I've been waiting in this line for thirty minutes just to smell the food and say hello. Please, don't mind me."

"Oh, okay then."

"Is this girl serious?" I mutter to myself. "Listen, you better get me some Coke, a plain Vanilla Sundae and some fries."

"Would you like some fries with that?" she asks, tapping quickly on the electric notepad. My left eye twitches again, this time I sense my fingers twitching as well. Is she— oh my Devil, is she serious with me?

"Are you, by any chance, a high school dropout?" I accuse, leaning over the counter and whispering in a low, serious voice. The girl looks at me with wide eyes, and I detected her anger spiking. Before she could open her mouth and say anything, I clicked my tongue.

"Get my order now, otherwise you'd find yourself kissing this dirty floor goodbye. Move it." she hurried away quickly, moving about and getting my order ready. Some humans really tick me off.

Quickly, I spun around and grabbed the hand that nearly smacked my butt. I guess because I leaned over the counter, those jerks thought I was giving them an opportunity. Thank Hell for my heightened senses. The boys looked surprised, just like children who were caught stealing the cookies.

"Do something like that again and your hands fall off. Better yet, something else will fall off, too." I specifically drop my gaze down to his crotch, and I notice the boy wince and grab himself.

"U-Um, your order's r-ready. Have a lovely night."

Finally! I spin around and take the bag of fries and Sundae while I hold the Coke in the other hand. I looked at the girl with narrowed eyes, and without saying anything, I left.

I take a few sips of the cold Coke before my strides slow down. Sebastian was sitting with a dangerous look on his usually calm face, and opposite him was some man I couldn't see— his back was to me. I sniffed the air, and discovered that he is a Werewolf. Another one? Where do they keep popping from?

Sebastian's eyes briefly connected with mine, but they said everything his lips couldn't. We need to get out of here. I'll create some distraction for us to use as an escape. We can't just get up and leave without putting on a show. Causing a scene to my advantage is something I excel at.

I took a moment, deciding on which one I should sacrifice. The coke or the sundae? The coke or the sundae? The coke or the sundae? I could always buy another coke, but I was craving something that was ice cream-related. I'll sacrifice the coke.

It's been a pleasure having a few sips of you, Cold Coke.

I took a few more sips, saying my farewells to the coke as I neared the table quietly. Not being suspicious at all, I removed the straw and the lid before slowly tipping the contents over the head of the man sitting. Sebastian's eyes watched me silently, and the Werewolf sat up, stiffer than a pole as I finished giving him a cold, coke-flavoured shower. Sebastian quickly got up but before he took my hand, I leaned down and whispered to the Werewolf:

"I thought you needed a new perfume."

Sebastian and I were walking away with slight speed as soon as I jogged away from the Werewolf. This is so fun! I feel like I am in some action movie!

"You're quite wild tonight." Sebastian says with an interested tone. I smile, continuing to munch on the fries after I finished the delicious Sundae.

"Those morons were giving me a hard time, and there was no way I was going down without a fight." I click my tongue, furrowing my eyes with irritation. As a thought struck my mind, I looked up at Sebastian with utter inquisitiveness. "But do tell me, how did you end up conversing with a cute Werewolf in the middle of McRonald's? I definitely wasn't enjoyin' it when I couldn't at least say Hi."

"We're on Cruel Howlers' grounds. They were able to catch the scents of their Alpha's dead son and the one you killed. That was one of their trackers you humiliated back there." he says, bitterly.

"Crap, cheese cakes, flying cows, demon babies and Devil in Hell!" I whistle, unconcerned by the fact that we were on the ground of the most territorial and vicious pack of Werewolves known. This pack hates strangers on their land, they are greedy. I always wanted to pay them a visit.

The rumour that says they hang their victim's heads on trees fascinated me. I want to see the many heads of the dead. The fact that we killed their future Alpha definitely guaranteed us First-Class tickets to hell. Hello hello, Satan. I hope he's handsome, otherwise I don't want to pay that visit. But I am so positive Sebastian won't need to pull a muscle in abolishing them.

"Jewel, did you hit your head somewhere?"

"Huh?" I say, frowning at him. "No, I didn't. But, honestly? Cruel Howlers? This is so... awesome!" I throw the packet of left-over fries and grasp his hand, feeling hyped.

"Come on, I don't want them getting to us." he looks around, and I notice his nose twitching every now and then. I look at him, confused.

"Why are you worried? You're a Slade, for Hell's sake! If anything, I believe they're indecisive about what to do!" I exclaim, shocked at his behaviour. He's a Slade, is he joking? Even the Vampire King was scared of him!

"It's not me I'm agonised about."

It was a low, cautious whisper. I stopped, pulled my hand out of his grasp and in the process made him turn to face me. I couldn't take in what he said. I was apoplectic.

"You're joking right?" I raise an eyebrow, feeling my body tense and my left eye twitch when I spoke. Sebastian's eyes widened, not with worry, but with disbelief. His lips parted slightly, as though he wanted to correct my false thoughts.

"Don't fool with me, Slade!" I yelled, certain that my eyes drifted to their infuriated silver colour. "You're worried about me? Don't disgust me! I'm not weak! I killed thousands of Vampires, I killed a Pureblood! I can damn well take on a savage pack of wolves on my own!"

I was breathing heavily, my soul raging and my fangs throbbing in my mouth. My fingers itched, wanting something to rip, something to kill. How dare he? How dare he think of me like that? The fact the he looked appalled by my words fuelled my rage.

"Jewel—" he tried to speak, but I hissed loudly, baring my sharp fangs and crouching in a threatening stance as my eyes narrowed on him.

"I need to clear my head." I hissed at him, my fists quivering by my sides. "I don't know what I'll do if I don't cool off now, so don't you dare follow me." I seethe, turning on my heels and finding the closest gas station.

How could he? I cannot process the way he thought of me. I am not weak! I thought frustratedly as I gripped the edges of the counter. I didn't want to see my reflection, I just needed to work on calming myself down and forcing my fangs to contract. What he said was pure revolting, I did not want to think about it at all. I never expected Sebastian to feel something like this towards me. It was as though he was... pitying me.

My nose twitched and my ears became alert as soon as I sensed a Werewolf nearing me. My head snapped upwards and I saw the reflection of the intruder in the mirror. Faster than light, I spun around and charged at the Werewolf with a thunderous hiss.

The handsome Werewolf must have expected my impulsive action, because he quickly used his speed and strength to pin me against the wall. He looked me straight in the eyes, his lips curving upwards into a smirk. Not giving me a second to see what he was doing, he pulled a syringe stocked with a black liquid and stabbed it into my neck, making me hiss with rage. I couldn't even feel the pain because of my anger.

My body became numb, and slowly, I slid off the wall and collapsed into his arms. What the hell did he give me? Nothing can sedate a Vampire— nothing I know of, at least.

"Sweet nightmares, beautiful demon." I heard the faint, masculine chuckle of the werewolf.

Well, in that case... hello hello, Satan.

✿❀ RZ ❀✿