He sat alone in the dark cave, contemplating the past few weeks. It wasn't often that he did this; but then again, it wasn't often that he had a mission like this. Usually his father's missions were for him to do something fruitless. Jonathan knew his father meant best for him, that he just wanted to help Jonathan hone his skills, but sometimes he felt as though his father never let him live up to his potential.
He could hear his "brother's" heartbeat a couple feet away. He could see the breath, barely there, rising from the slack mouth of the boy his father adored so much.
It had been hard to put up with Jace for so long. Staying at the Penhallow's had been quite an interesting experience, dancing on his nerves and playing with his mind. That girl—Isabelle—had almost made him change his mind, had almost made him run off with her into the sunset. But every time their lips touched, or their exposed skin rubbed together, she would say a different name; one that wasn't his, but she believed it to be. Sebastian.
Jonathan knew his father was trying to keep him from being like Sebastian Verlac; so weak, so easy to kill. He knew he needed to keep his skills sharp, that that was what his father wanted, and he trusted his father's opinion. But when the boy started to stir, he threw caution to the wind and went to do what he wanted all along.
As he picked up the sword, he weighed the balance of it in his hands. Not too heavy, not too light; it was the perfect weapon. He could just imagine lifting the sword over his shoulder and driving it through the golden boy's heart, the ripping of flesh and the tearing of muscle as blood gushed out of the wound before lessening to a seeping flow on the cave floor.
So he did.
Ohey. Thanks so much to CloneGirl and xXIceshadowXx for betaing. :D
For Draco. Merry Christmas, big brother. :) Here's your Sebastian.
Oh! The title is French for "In the Cave."