Secretarial Delight (Sebastian)

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

"You know what? If you don't want to come, then don't. I thought for once in your life you could maybe attempt to not be such a selfish, entitled pain in the ass, but I was clearly mistaken." Prestine was playing the role of the clueless little twat perfectly. Whatever this game was Sebastian was beginning to grow curious. This was a whole new playing field for Prestine and he wanted to see just how it was going to play out. "Ask the driver to take you home if you want, or to your little slut's house. Don't care, but don't expect me to make excuses for you, because I won't. Not anymore." Sebastian wanted nothing more than to be a stubborn brat by rolling his eyes and shutting the car door, demanding the driver to take him to Alyson's. Except that he didn't because he just couldn't help himself. He had to see what had Prestine acting this way.

Snatching up the wrapped alcohol hastily he got out of the vehicle and kicked the door shut with ease. "Let's go see what has you all worked up," he muttered, giving his sister an icy glare. He'd grown overly defensive of Alyson in the last few months. He'd been around her so often that he knew he'd begun acting like the jealous, overprotective boyfriend. Not that he was her boyfriend. He'd never actually date her. Just fuck her whenever he damn well pleased.

He didn't bother to say anything more to his sister, simply following her lead when she began walking. Nothing was making sense out of this night and he was hoping to get some answers. He hadn't questioned why he'd woken up in Robert's office (or his now as the nameplate read) and now he was wondering if maybe he should have. Was it some kind of plan of Prestine's? Was this all some sort of elaborate scheme that she'd set up just for him? Hopefully he'd find out soon enough.

[CUPCAKE]

The building looked exactly how Sebastian remembered it. Prestine made her way in and went to the elevator, which opened immediately. She didn't say anything to her brother as the pair entered the metal box, but that wasn't to say she wasn't on guard and prepared for him to lash out in some way. She clicked the button leading to the apartment they had shared in Sebastian's reality world, and the doors shut. Prestine's cold, gray eyes flashed to her brother, a warning, but he either didn't care or didn't notice as the elevator swept them up to the top of the building.

When the elevator came to a halt on their floor, Prestine walked out, her heels clicking angrily down the hall like a warning bell for the arrogant young man following her. She held her purse tight to her, and when she arrived at her parents home she straightened her dress out before knocking. A tall, dark haired man answered and looked at Prestine with as genuine a smile as he could muster. His eyes were dark and his black hair was flecked with silver, the creases in his face showing his age. "Good evening Prestine. Sebastian." He greeted in his cool, voice. Maurice Laurel had been good friends with the Davenports since before the twins were born, and he'd always been present at family functions before. "Good evening, Moe." Prestine greeted kindly as the man stepped aside to let the children in. "Congratulations on becoming the head of the council, Sebastian." Maurice said as Sebastian made his way inside.

The home was decorated as his parents had, the touches Sebastian and Prestine had added after their deaths gone completely, as if they had never happened. The home was full of guests, some Sebastian recognized from his younger years, others he did not. Not in this reality, anyway. Nearly every guest had a drink in their hand of some sort, and Prestine quickly got herself lost in the crowd, clearly avoiding the man she had come with. Several people greeting Sebastian as he made his way inside, but two people would catch his eye on the other side of the room.

There, near the balcony, stood his parents. Both were very, very alive, and as they spotted him, they looked almost happy to see him. Almost.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Sebastian didn’t bother talking to his sister as they headed into the building they used to call home. He lived with SImon these days and when he wasn’t there he’d go to Alyson’s where he’d keep the girl warm in her bed. There was no reason for him to come back here and he couldn’t see why Prestine wanted to come back here. When the elevator dinged and the doors opened he let his sister go first, following casually down the hall with one hand in his pocket while the other held the present cradled in the nook of his arm.

When Prestine knocked on the door he scoffed with an eye roll, leaning against the wall and watching his sister. “Alright, so you must have locked Javier or whatever his name is here. Mmm no, not locked up. But you used your charm to get him to stay here. He’s going to open the door and then what, Prissy? What’s going to happen next?” He asked in a mocking tone, trying to guess at why she would drag him all the way here just for her own kicks. Maybe she was pissed at him for something he’d done and she was trying to torment him. If he could just figure out how.

The door was opened from the inside and it wasn’t a greased up Cuban man in a lioncloth waiting for them on the other side of the door. Sebastian stared at the man with a quizzical look, his brows furrowing as he stood upright. ”Good evening Prestine. Sebastian.” He hadn’t seen Maurice in years. He’d been a close friend to their parents but once they had died it was like Maurice had died as well. He disappeared from their lives and he’d never heard from the man again. How did Prestine manage to find him? ”Good evening, Moe.” He eyed his sister suspiciously and stepped inside when Moe stepped to the side. ”Congratulations on becoming the head of the council, Sebastian.” He looked at the man as if he’d grown a second head. He didn’t know what Moe was talking about but he did like the sound of it. Head of the council. Yes, he liked the sound of that alright. “We’ll speak later, Moe,” Sebastian told the older gargoyle and then moved further into the room. He didn’t feel like talking to the man who wouldn’t stick around when their parents left.

The party was ridiculous. He didn’t know what drove Prestine to set up this party, and as much as he loved parties, he didn’t want to be there. Something didn’t feel right. There were people he’d known since he was a little boy and others that he’d never met before. ”So glad to see you, Sebastian. We’re hosting a cocktail party on the nineteenth, we hope to see you there.” ”Oh, Sebastian! You look handsome as ever, I remember when you used to bounce on my knee as a boy! And now look at you. I’m sure your father has never been more proud!” ”I’ll have those documents that you asked to review on your desk by Monday morning, sir.” What. The. Actual. Fuck. People he’d never met were speaking to him about grabbing cocktails while others spoke of how they could recall a time he’d drooled on their collar as a young boy. It was a mindfuck if there ever was one. Whatever was happening it was fascinating.. very fascinating.

And then everything got better.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught the glimpse of something familiar. It was a vase. The ugliest orange vase he’d ever seen in his life. It was one that belonged to his mother. He’d ‘accidentally’ broken it after she’d passed. But there it was. He started to look around the rest of the condo and noticed that all of the old decor was there. None of his and his sister’s personal touches were to be found.

But that wasn’t the best part.

He moved through the party trying to find his sister. He was going to give her a piece of his damn mind when he found the little bitch. As he moved toward the back of the condo his eyes moved over someone that caused him to stop dead in his tracks. He saw two more familiar faces. Except they were even more familiar than Moe’s face to him.. he saw his mother and his father standing there. All the color drained from Sebastian’s face as he stood there frowning, staring wide-eyed at the two people who shouldn’t exist. The expressions on his parents’ faces was one he’d known too well. It was one that haunted his nightmares ever since he was a young boy. That look that said they were going to act civil in front of guests but deep down they were cursing the day that he’d been born. He made his way toward them shakily, feeling his mouth drying up on the way. Prestine hadn’t been lying.. this was a party for his parents. His parents who were very much alive and standing right in front of him. He held out the gift, offering it to his mother, his eyes not leaving hers as he did so. “I bought something you’re sure to like,” he offered hoarsely. Sebastian didn’t know how to react.. something had happened.. something that he couldn’t quite figure out to be wonderful or a nightmare just yet..

[CUPCAKE]

Mr. and Mrs. Davenport spoke with their guests as their son made his way towards them. When Sebastian arrived they excused themselves for a moment to greet him. “I bought something you’re sure to like,” He told them, his voice hoarse. His mother eyes him almost suspiciously, not because of the gift, but because of the look he was giving them. It was as if the boy had seen a ghost. "Thank you sweetheart, I'm sure whatever your secretary chose will be to our liking. She has excellent taste." It was said kindly, and though it sounded genuine it was without a doubt a dig. His parents knew Sebastian didn't pick out their gifts. He didn't remember their anniversary, he didn't think to call or keep in touch any more than he had to. Their was a mutual dislike between them all, a bitterness, but that didn't mean his parents didn't love him or support him. They'd been there in his darkest hours, pulled him from the ashes, cleared him of his debts just as they had done for their daughter. Prestine, however, showed some amount of gratitude, or at least pretended to very well. Despite everything they had given Sebastian, though, he wasn't the grateful boy he should be. He came to expect what his parents offered and take advantage of them whenever possible. They put up with it, because despite everything he was still their child and he was now a very important member of their society.

"I'm sure Sebastian spent plenty of time deciding on a gift for us." His father interjected, sliding an arm around his sons shoulders. "Come outside with me." He instructed, excusing himself from the company again and leading his son out to the balcony. No one was out there other than them now. Sebastian's father pulled a cigar from his pocket and then a matchbook. He lit the end of the cigar and puffed on it, getting it started. The wind whipped through his salt and pepper hair as his pale eyes swept across the city skyline. "Leave her alone, Sebastian." He warned, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes as he looked back at his son. He reached out and patted the pinkened cheek of the boy his wife bore. "I would assume your sister did this, it looks fresh, but I could be wrong. Either way, it's best not to fool around with the fairer sex." He grinned and turned back to the city, puffing at the cigar.

"It is important to always be loyal to your family, son." He started again after a moment, his eyes remaining trained out towards the city, the wind howling softly with the sound of car horns in the distance, playing a gentle symphony just for them. "The last Davenport to be on the council was your great grandfather. We need you to succeed, we need you to hold more power." He'd always been a shady man, and it was clear he intended to use his son as a pawn. "Your mother and I have been very kind to you. We have asked nothing of you other than to pursue your path in politics, which you've done well at." He was quiet for a moment, his eyes now trained on his sons once more. "How soon do you think you can take the leader position?"

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

”I’m sure Sebastian spent plenty of time deciding on a gift for us.” His mother had made some snippet about how his secretary - Cadence - had gotten the gift which was true. But how could she have known this? How could she even be standing there in front of him breathing? Of course he was very attentive to what his father was saying but it didn’t mean that he had to look at the man. He’d always had a tough time looking his father in the eye unless they were having a go at each other. In fact, the only person in his life who ever frightened him was his father. Any nightmares he had as a boy weren’t of monsters in the closets or under his bed that would grab him and gobble him up. No, that was wishful thinking. It was his father that he saw in his nightmares, looking down his nose at him with detest. And somehow he managed to weasel his way back to life. The devil probably couldn’t handle him and spit him right back out.

”Come outside with me.” His skin crawled each time his father spoke. He didn’t dare disobey him in a crowded room and lead the way out to the balcony. ”Leave her alone, Sebastian.” When the elder Davenport touched Sebastian’s cheek he tried his best not to wince and shrink away, managing to pull it off with just a twitch as if he had a muscle spasm in his neck that forced him to move his head. ”I would assume your sister did this, it looks fresh, but I could be wrong. Either way, it’s best not to fool around with the fairer sex.” Sebastian didn’t say a word. He looked down over the railing and wondered if he’d be able to jump fast enough before his father could stop him. If he had to escape that was the way he was going to go he decided.

”It is important to always be loyal to your family, son.” He lowered his eyes for a pause, waiting to find out where this was going. ”The last Davenport to be on the council was your great grandfather. We need you to succeed, we need you to hold more power.” He glanced up at his father, watching his profile and then catching sight of the red tip of the cigar as it was puffed on. ”your mother and I have been very kind to you. We have asked nothing of you other than to pursue your path in politics, which you’ve done well at.” What the hell was he going on about? Sebastian hadn’t chosen politics out of spite of his father. Whatever his father wanted of him he did the exact opposite out of rebellion for the hellacious manner in which his father treated him. It had been stupid and only caused more problems for the younger Davenport, but that didn’t stop him. ”How soon do you think you can take the leader position?”

He gripped the railing with both hands until his knuckles turned white and obnoxiously sucked in a long breath between his teeth which made a whistling sound. “You sure there’s only tobacco in your peace pipe?” Sebastian finally said, his eyes drifting to the cigar once more. “Who the hell cares about the leader position when there’s so much more out there,” he was only trying to start up a conversation. He didn’t know why they came back from the dead but if there was any reason this would be it. “How long are you going to try to live vicariously through me? It’s sad, really.” Sebastian turned around and propped himself up against the railing, crossing his feet at the ankles and looking in at the party guests. This had to be a dream, he was certain of it now.

[CUPCAKE]

The older Davenport watched his son intently. He'd always been hard on him to succeed, but a naturally lazy boy like Sebastian needed to be pushed if h was ever expected to excel. He had plenty of potential that coul be unlocked if only he would act his age, something the young man had always struggled with, but fortunately Sebastian had leanred to at least petend well. "You sure there's only tobacco in your peace pipe?" His father frowned at the insinuation that he was high. He had half a mind to smack him, but held back. "Who the hell cares about the leader position when there's so much more out there? How long are you going to try to live vicariously through me? It's sad, really." If Sebastian's intention was to piss his father off, he had succeeded.

In one swift motion his father grabbed him by the front of his shirt and spun him, slamming him hard against the wall, the plaster on the wall cracking and crumbling a little to th balcony they stood on. Sebastian was pinned, his fathers eyes on fire as he glared into his sons eyes. "You think you're so clevernow, don't you." He growled in a dangerous voice. "I helped put you in your position, and I will take you out. You are nothing without me, and I assure you, if you do no become the leader you are cut off. You will never see a dime, and will need to find some other way to support your obscenely expensive lifestyle, that is if you even live much longer." The threat was clear; do what I say or lose everything, your life included.

The man let his son go, taking a step back as he atempted to collect himself. "So how much longer, Sebastian?" He asked again. "Or am I to find a more suitable partner?"

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

It had been so long since he’d felt the repercussions that came with mouthing off to his father that he didn’t even see what was coming. It was so sudden that Sebastian’s eyes gave away how startled he was to his father as his back hit the wall. ”You think you’re so clever now, don’t you.” He didn’t answer. ”I helped put you in your position, and I will take you out You are nothing without me, and I assure you, if you do not become the leader you are cut off. You will never see a dime, and will need to find some other way to support your obscenely expensive lifestyle, that is if you even live much longer.” It was obvious what the ultimatum meant: do as I say or die.

When he was released from his father’s grip he had to fix his jacket that had been knocked lopsided on his shoulders. ”So how much longer, Sebastian?” The gargoyle didn’t look up at his father but down at the ground with his brows drawn up angrily. ”Or am I to find a more suitable partner?” He had to remind himself that this must be a dream. Maybe he’d drunk himself into such a stupor that he’d finally gotten alcohol poisoning. He had been drinking with Alyson the night before, right? Or was that last week? “You can’t rush something like this,” his words were strained. He wanted to spartan kick his father off the balcony and watch him plummet to his death like he’d done once before.

“Happy Anniversary, father.” Sebastian finally looked up at his old man with a cocky little grin. “I hope you enjoy your party but I have somewhere else I need to be.” He turned his back to his father, hoping he could just escape the balcony in one piece. He wouldn’t mind hugging his mother again even if it was all just a dream. And as much as he enjoyed these little gatherings of cutthroat men and women who were only around to uphold their false reputation and idle hopes of power, he would rather spend his time with a certain curly haired blonde with an attitude.

[CUPCAKE]

For once, Sebastian showed a little humility, staring at the ground as he spoke, his demeanor more submissive. “You can’t rush something like this,” He said in a soft voice and his father listened quietly. He knew then that Sebastian didn't have a strong plan to follow, but he would figure one out now, the older Davenport was sure of it. “Happy Anniversary, father.” His grin was his typical cocky which infuriated his father, but the man let the boy have his momentary victory. “I hope you enjoy your party but I have somewhere else I need to be.” The man eyed his son for a moment before grunting his approval of the boy leaving, but before Sebastian could enter the home, a hand shot out to stop him. "You have until the end of next month to come to me with a plan, a solid one. If you fail to do that I'll take matters into my own hand." His hand slipped away. "Make sure to bid your mother farewell." Sebastian said nothing more as he went into the house. It was futile talking to his father, he would never change, but he'd certainly given the boy something to think about, or so he thought.

Sebastian went to his mother, giving her a hug and wishing her a happy anniversary before apologizing and excusing himself. She was clearly annoyed he would show only briefly and then leave, but she put on a smile for her other guests, going on about how busy he was and how she was lucky he'd been able to come for as long as he had. Her son the big shot. Prestine offered a cold glance in his direction while a few people offered him farewells and more congratulations. Before long he was heading out of the old familiar home he'd grown up in, and was heading down towards the main floor. When he got there he went to the curb and hailed a cab, and in a moment he was in the back and heading to Alyson's apartment.

A flash of lightning streaked the sky and the thunder rumbled above. It would no doubt be raining soon, and sure enough as the cab pulled up by the complex Sebastian had instructed it to, the sky opened and drops began to sprinkle the dry ground below. The young man paid the cabby and got out, making his way quickly inside in order not to get too wet. He made his way up to the apartment he knew to belong to a curly haired spitfire, and just as he knocked on the door a flash of pain ripped through his mind like electricity, quickly and painfully.

"What did you do to her!" Sebastian screamed. His father's hair was still jet black, like his sons, and he was sitting patiently as the young man raved at him. His mother was off to the side, quietly watching the scene before her. She had agreed to everything because what choice did she have? Prestine needed to be controlled, for Sebastian's sake. "What needed to be done." "She's a fucking vegetable!" Prestine was sitting on the couch, her gray eyes opened though she wasn't focused on anything. It was like she was in a waking coma. "The drugs will subside, and they'll figure out the right cocktail to keep her in control." "To keep you in control!" Sebastian countered angrily. The man sipped his drink calmly watching his son throw his tantrum. "You're welcome to see it however you please, but the truth of the matter is if you ever expect to get anywhere, you can't have your sister running around the way she is. She's promiscuous and destructive, and--" "I don't give a flying fuck, look at her! Tell me that's normal!" "Of course it's not normal!" The man snapped back, his eyes hardening as he slammed the glass down on the table beside, his wife jumping as he stood up. "You really think I wanted to do this to her?" Sebastian scoffed as if that was a trick question. Of course he did. He'd always been embarrassed of them, but Sebastian had more self control and he was actually worth something to the man, as opposed to Prestine who would likely never amount to anything that he would deem useful. "One day you'll thank me for doing this, Sebastian." He growled, stepping closer, and the look Sebastian offered in return was enough to kill. He wasn't Prestine's number one fan, not by a long shot, but he actually cared for her. They shared a womb, for fucks sake! "Or maybe you'll hate me until the day I die. I don't really care. I have an agenda, one you're a part of and should care about. She'll be better than new in a few weeks, once the drugs are doing what they're meant to, you'll see. Then you can stop acting like a child and get back to work." "Fuck you." Sebastian snarled. The fist that hit him in the jaw came out of nowhere, throwing the boy back and making him lose his footing and causing him to fall on the floor. His mother jumped in between them, and Sebastian knew better than to get into a fight with his father. He had a chance of winning, but what was the point? Even if he won physically, he would still lose somehow. Instead he got up and stormed out, slamming the door so hard on the way out the walls shuttered down the entire length of the building.

The door opened and a familiar blond girl peeked out. Her doe eyes were hazel, her long blond hair pulled back into a ponytail, the curls forming bumps along her entire scalp. "Can I help you?" She asked, no sign of recognition in her large, familiar eyes. She cocked a brow expectantly, her hand on the door, a safety precaution considering the man she was staring at was a total stranger.

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

The trip over to Alyson’s was smooth. He didn’t have anyone pestering him about suits or psychotic sisters slapping him across his face, or even the violence of his father to disrupt the trip to see his darling, bratty blonde. He couldn’t wait to get up the fucking stairs and surprise her. He’d dressed up for her before, taken her out to a banquet where they danced. But there was no happy ending that night. Tonight would end differently and he was curious about what she’d say about his white suit but with the sort of night he was having he wasn’t sure what to expect with her. Would she be moody like the rest of his family that had risen from the dead or would she throw her arms around him happily at the door? He could have gone home where he lived with Simon but how would that get him laid? No. He needed to relieve some stress and Alyson was the perfect person to do that on. Or in. He opted for in.

When he arrived at her door he rapped on it with his knuckle and felt a sharp stab in his head as if he’d getting a migraine for a split second before it faded back to wherever the hell it came from. The flash of pain gave him a new memory, causing his eyes to widen with shock. He was standing in front of his sister who sat on the sofa in a foggy daze from the look of it. He screamed at his father about loading her up with a medicine medley because she was a whore, though his father had put it in nicer terms. It had all been for Sebastian. To make sure she didn’t cause any problems for him when he climbed to the top of the Gargoyle totem pole for his father. In that instant it occurred that his only purpose in life was to live the way his father had intended for him to live no matter who it hurt in the aftermath. That small moment brought back the realization that Sebastian wasn’t any different from his father. He acted on behalf of his best interests no matter who it hurt. He’d hurt Prestine in the past as well as Alyson. Hell, he hurt people he didn’t fucking know because he thought it would help get him ahead in life.

Before he could do any real soul searching (like that was actually going to happen) the door opened up and there she was. ”Can I help you?” She was a sight for sore eyes and bleeding ears. He could do without her speaking like she didn’t know him. He rolled his eyes and took a step closer noting that she minimized the gap between the door and the wall. “Let me in,” he told her coolly and waited but she didn’t open the door. If she started babbling he wasn’t listening, he was growing annoyed with the act. He took another step and when she tried to shut the door his palm flattened against the cheap wood and he was able to push it open no matter how much she might have tried to resist. She’d never learn that she couldn’t win, would she? He snorted and stepped inside only to hear her voice raise an octave. She started screaming at him and then her screams were directed outside the door. “What the hell is your problem? Get over here and shut up before you draw attention to yourself,” he snarled and grabbed her by her upper arm so he could drag her further into her own home. She was acting like a mad woman! No, she was acting the way she had when he’d kidnapped her! “Aly shut UP! Or so help me I’m going to find a way to shut you up. This game isn’t funny.”

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

The guy rolled his eyes and stepped closer and Alyson felt her stomach dropped. She pushed the door closed a little more, trying to push her weight behind it in case he tried something stupid. He was handsome, but that didn't mean she wanted him to coming in. His eyes were kind of creepy.. “Let me in,” He was talking like they knew each other and that he was tired of her waiting at the door, which unnerved her a little. "No, I don't even know you. You better hightail it out of here before I call the cops." She threatened and he came forward again, this time she shoved the door shut, only it never closed. He was far stronger than he looked and in a moment he was able to shove her back, forcing his way into her apartment. Aly's eyes grew wide at the strange man coming in. "HELP!" She yelled. "GET OUT! SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!" “What the hell is your problem? Get over here and shut up before you draw attention to yourself,” Isn't that the point!? He grabbed her arm and dragged her into the apartment, but her screams didn't cease, and the fight began.

She struggled against him as he pulled her further in, afraid of what he might do, where he might be taking her. Was she about to get raped? She hadn't even shaved! Was she going to die unshaved? Did they shave women at funeral homes so they wouldn't be embarrassed during the viewing? Was this it for her? “Aly shut UP! Or so help me I’m going to find a way to shut you up. This game isn’t funny.” He knew her name? Her stomach was twisting and turning as she realized she was dealing with a stalker now. How long had he been stalking her? Why would he come to kill her in a white suit? That was just stupid and poor planning. "Let me go!" She snarled. "How do you know my name, you freak!" She didn't exactly find this game funny, either.

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The monitor attached to Sebastian was beeping gently as the blond laid curled up in a chair, her knees tucked up under her chin. She had been there since Sebastian had, and for the first time she was genuinely grateful he'd gotten that ring. Sure she liked having him there with her during the day. It was neat showing him all the things he'd never seen before, even if he was an asshole sometimes, but that ring probably saved his life. She wouldn't have known what to do with him if she knew he would be turning to stone by dawn. She didn't have the password to his phone so getting in touch with his sister or roommate seemed out of the question, except Simon had called so she was able to pass the word on. Simon had visited a couple times and so had Prestine. Sebastian's sister wasn't necessarily nice to her, but she wasn't mean either. Just...weird. She'd even brought her a headband, which Aly thought was sort of weird, but nice in its own strange way.

For now the room was quiet as Sebastian and Aly rested. The door opened and a pleasant looking woman in her early forties with a kind smile came in wearing a nurses outfit. She went to work collecting Sebastian's vitals and then drew his blood again. It was during this that Aly's eyes fluttered open. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." The nurse said, her voice gentle. "It's okay." Aly said softly, watching Sebastian again, letting out a long sigh. The nurse wrote his vitals all down in her chart and then gave the his hand a gentle squeeze before leaving once more. Aly gave her a sad sort of smile as she left and then scooted closer to Sebastian, reaching for his hand. "Wake up you idiot." She pleaded softly, her eyes sad and damp. "Please.."

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Whatever Alyson’s reason for acting like a stupid little victim it was really pissing Sebastian off. ”Let me go!” Like he was going to start listening to her now. Instead he drew her in close wrapping one arm around her waist and swinging her away from the door so he could slam it shut. ”How do you know my name, you freak!” He rolled his eyes and tried to bring the struggling, flailing Alyson through her home toward the living room but he had a feeling he wasn’t going to get that far with the way she squirmed. Why the hell was she being so goddamn difficult?! “Have you gone mental?” He snapped and let go of her since she was giving him too hard of a time wiggling like a greased up worm.

“As fun as tonight has been I would like some peace and quiet. Did you manage to do any shopping or did you spend the whole day acting irrationally?” Sebastian asked but he had a feeling she wasn’t going to stop long enough to listen to him. So with a sigh he brushed past her and headed into the kitchen so that he could take a look in the fridge for himself. Maybe he should have stayed at his undead parents’ party and mooched off their little appetizers until he was full before leaving. He’d managed to tune Alyson out mostly, though he was positive she was still screaming and probably getting ready to throw things at him if he knew her as well as he did. Or... she could be calling the police on him.. shit.

[ALYSON MONTGOMERY]

"Have you gone mental?” Had SHE gone mental?! He was in HER house! He'd let her down and she backed away from him, staring wide eyed at the crazy man in her home. Maybe he was nuts. Maybe.. maybe he thought he lived here and that she was his wife or something. He was delusional! That's what it was! “As fun as tonight has been I would like some peace and quiet. Did you manage to do any shopping or did you spend the whole day acting irrationally?” Aly grit her teeth looking around for something to smack him with, but he was making his way to the kitchen. She could run! She could run far, far away and then call the police! But what if he stole her stuff? She looked around. There was nothing of value in her home. It was the same crappy place it had always been with its second hand stuff and crappy, squeaky twins sized bed. She couldn't exactly afford to shop all day, not on the salary Cass paid her. not that she minded what Cass paid her, it was a good job and it kept her afloat, but that didn't mean she didn't have to budget, dammit!

"Okay, seriously? This isn't your house and you need to go, because.. because if you don't I'll call the police and they will take you RIGHT to the loony bin and then you'll be so screwed, buddy!" Either he didn't care or he was just tuning her out completely. She grabbed a lamp and held it like a bat, the damn thing still plugged in and the shade wobbling on top as the bulb cast weird shadows on the wall. She could definitely do damage with that thing if he came at her! Then she dug her phone out and started dialing 911. No way was she going to deal with this freak all night!

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

”Okay, seriously? This isn’t your house and you need to go, because.. because if you don’t I’ll call the police and they will take you RIGHT to the loony bin and then you’ll be so screwed, buddy!”

Alyson was speaking to Sebastian as if she really didn’t have any idea who the hell he was. It had been such a long time since she’d spoken to him like that and in a twisted sort of way he missed it. He missed having Alyson so vulnerable and scared. These days she rarely bat an eye at him when he tried to be intimidating. Even if it was fake, it was nice to see that he could still strike fear into his beautiful blonde’s eyes. When she walked away to go pick up the phone he just rolled his eyes and walked by heading straight down the hall towards the bedroom. He figured if she was going to play the battered girlfriend because of whatever drugs she was on, he wasn’t going to get any and he might as well get undressed and take a shower before relaxing for the night.

“My sister somehow managed to achieve the impossible today. We had an anniversary party for our parents. Our parents who were standing there living and breathing just like you and me,” He called toward her from the hallway before he rounded the corner into her bedroom. “I don’t know what kind of deal she made with the devil but I--” He spotted the old piece of shit bed that Alyson had before he persuaded her to get a new one. That wasn’t the only difference that had occurred in the last few days. It was like someone finally opened his eyes. He could see there were things that he’d thrown out right in front of his eyes. He backtracked out of the bedroom and then headed back through the hallway to the girl. He could see the raggedy old couch was back. “What the hell did you do, go dumpster diving for your old shit back? What was wrong with what I bought you?” He snarled at her as his nostrils flared with anger. Why was everyone acting so strange today? Usually it was him keeping everyone else on their toes not the other way around.

Although he was talking to Alyson, she still had the phone in one hand and the lamp in the other. “Get of the phone. Now.” He growled and went straight for her. He wasn’t about to dodge some petty little lamp. He had more important things to handle. The gargoyle grabbed the girl by the waist and pushed her towards the wall. “What’s going on?” He was demanding answers. Maybe he could have tried a calm approach but when did Sebastian do anything with a clear, rationale head?

[CUPCAKE]

Instead of leaving like he was supposed to, the guy turned nd went down towards her room. Alyson watched with mild interest, her hand still on the phone and the lamp in her hand, but she didn't make any move towards attacking or calling the police, preoccupied with what he was doing. Maybe he would realize he was in the wrong place and leave on his own and she wouldn't need to deal with the police at all, except maybe to report a confused, deranged man was walking around in a white suit.

"My sister somehow managed to achieve the impossible today. We had an anniversary party for our parents. Our parents who were standing there living and breathing just like you and me," was this somehow important? Maybe he was a serial killer and this was how he started his kills, telling strange facts about himself! Wasn't that what sociopaths did? "I don't know what kind of deal she made with the devil but I--" he stopped and Alyson got nervous. Her fingers unlocked the screen and she dialed 911, not sending it yet, but standing in wait.

The apartment was quiet, and then suddenly he was back. Aly held the lap tight and the phone at the ready in case she had to call. "What the hell did you do, go dumpster diving for your old shit back? What was wrong with what I bought you?" He snarled, nostrils flared with anger. What the hell was he talking about? "Get of the phone. Now." He growled now coming at her. Terror struck her and she shook her head. "No!" She yelled, trying to hit send, but in her fear the lamp started to slip, so she tried to hoist it back up, but then she dropped the phone,a nd naturally with her luck, the battery bounced on out. She turned back towards the psycho and tried to grab the lamp with both hands to bash him with it, but he was much faster than he looked. Before she could do it he had her by the waist against the wall, the lamp hanging awkwardly in her hand. "What's going on? He growled and Aly stared anxiously back, not knowing what to say. Instead, she managed to slam the lamp against the mans head, breaking the bulb and damging the shade. Unfortunately it didn't knock him out, though for a moment he looked dazed, but it was only from the memory that now shot through his brain.

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Cadence moved closer, a pleased look on her normally cold face, ad straddled Sebastian's lap. Her fingers raked the side of his head starting at his ear and moving to the back as her other hand slid down his chest. "Did you take care of him?" sebastian asked, and in the memory he knew he was referring to Snow. The woman nodded slowly. "I did." She confirmed, her fingers slipping the buttons of his shirt apart. "Good. How." He asked her, his hands sliding up her back slowy. "Lets just say if he wakes up from that head wound, he won't likely even know his name." She cooed and Sebastian siled wickedly at the good news. "Then it's just Peter standing in our way?" Cadence pushed the now unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. "Only temporarily." Her voice was soft and seductive. Sebastian grabbed her ass hard enough to make her squirm in pain. "Make sure of it." He growled and she swallowed hard with a nod. "Yes sir." She said softly and the wicked smile he wore so often returned, along with hers. "Good. Now why dont you take off that ugly dress so we might celebrate."

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Alyson stared in terror as the hit barely seemed to effect him. She pulled it back and aimed aain, intent on knocking him out this time..

[SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT]

Maybe he thought they were past throwing household objects at each other because Alyson bashing the top of a lamp over his head took him by surprise. Although it didn’t knock him out he did feel a sharp pain in the back of his head like he had earlier when he’d knocked on Alyson’s door. ”Did you take care of him?” He recalled a time where him and Cadence were getting frisky and talking about how they’d taken care of Snow. That was how he’d risen through the ranks.. him and Cadence had taken care of the leader, taking him out of his position. The way the memory played out he was sure that he’d slept with the snooty Gargoyle. Which was funny because he was pretty sure that never happened.

Something about that memory felt funny. This entire night felt funny. When he came back to the present he saw the fear in Alyson’s eyes as her arm wound up to try and leave a crack in the side of his skull, but he quickly grabbed her wrist to stop her and stare into her terrified eyes. This wasn’t right. This was how she looked at him when he’d kidnapped her.. he hadn’t seen this look in so long that it made him uneasy. His gaze softened immediately and slowly he loosened his grip on her wrist until he released it. “My mistake,” He said softly and then backed away from her. It was like when they couldn’t turn to stone anymore.. something must have happened to screw everything up.

“I’m leaving,” he backed away and put his hands up so that she could see he wasn’t planning on trying anything, slowly stepping away from her and hoping she didn’t try to destroy anything else on his head. Whatever was happening, Aly didn’t remember who he was and being here wasn’t going to do anything other than leave her home in bits and pieces. He turned heading out through the hallway and not bothering to look back. His addiction to Alyson was unhealthy but he wasn’t going to get down on his knees and beg her to remember him.

Once outside he saw that the cab that had taken him to Aly’s place was long gone. He’d either have to call for another or just go by foot. But he had a feeling the one place that he needed to be right now was at Cadence’s. Wherever that was. He pulled out his cell phone and shuffled through the contacts inside. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever put her phone number in but he’d called her before. Maybe it was still in his outgoing calls.. not like he used his cell phone to call a whole lot of people. Then again when he flipped through it, it looked like there were more numbers and people than he remembered placing inside.. someone had been using his phone, that had to be the only explanation he had. After what felt like forever of scrolling through the contacts on Alyson’s stoop he finally found a recognizable number and put in the call. Although he’d left Cadence at the office in a bitter state he was sure she’d forgive him. Who could stay mad at someone as sexy as him? He smirked at his own thought and then started walking down the sidewalk. He wasn’t even sure if that was the right direction. He thought he heard someone pick up on the other end of the line. “I must have had one too many drinks tonight, where do you live?” If his parents were alive and his... whatever Alyson was, didn’t remember him then he figured he might as well give it another go at going with the flow. Not like he had much choice anyway.