Title: Deny Me
Author: Ashley K.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: An alternate ending to the movie. Sebastian didn't die, Katherine
didn't call Ronald. Instead, we enter where the declaration of war was
declared.
Katherine:
Inhaling the cigarette nobody minds that I now smoke, I stare at my true love.
My enemy. My equal.
My step-brother, Sebastian Valmont.
He's changed into somebody I don't care for. He seems to think that I don't know his every thought, his next move.
But he is wrong.
I know him better than I know myself.
He knows me better than he knows himself.
It's amazing how much you can change in two years.
Before Sebastian, I was just another school-girl. Now I am a woman, fully aware of her faults and her strengths.
I can never seriously hurt Sebastian, unfortunately. But I can be hurt by him.
Seeing him, with her, that vapid school-girl I once was, hurts. I won't say this out loud. Ever. I changed, for him. I became who he needed. Tell me it doesn't hurt to find out that all your change was for nothing?
But not for long.he can't ignore me any longer.
Part One:
Katherine Merteuil glared outside her window, where her step-brother and his girlfriend sat, enjoying the beautiful summer weather. They were sitting on the lawn, him bracing her, and were sharing a Kodak moment.
Katherine knew Sebastian had given Annette Hargrove his journal. She knew it was a collection of everything they had done in the past. She knew that Annette held her future in it. She also knew Annette wouldn't keep her secrets secret.
All of a sudden, Annette stood, smiling softly down at Sebastian and made her way into the house. "Stupid cunt," Katherine whispered, walking over to her bed and lying down. She picked up the nearest fashion magazine and thumbed through it. Mentally she counted the seconds Annette had left to enter her room. 'Five.four..three.two.'
Right on cue a knock was heard on Katherine's door.
"Come in!" Katherine sweetly invited.
"Oh! This isn't the bathroom," Annette exclaimed. "Oh, you must be Katherine. I've heard so much about you."
"I'm sure you have," Katherine smirked, sitting up slowly. "And you are.?"
"Cut the crap, Katherine," Annette hissed. "You know who I am, just as I know who, or should I say what, you are."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Annette," Katherine purred. "You shouldn't release your claws. You may get hurt in the process."
Annette rolled her eyes, sighing theatrically. "What, pray tell, do you have on me? Anything you have pales in comparison to what I have in my possession."
"Do you honestly think people will believe Sebastian Valmont's word over mine? Maybe if he was dead, but not alive," Katherine boredly said. "And, plus, everybody knows today's youth is *much* more interested in television."
"What do you mean.?" Annette asked, worry starting to settle in.
"Oh!" Katherine mocked Annette's earlier exclamation. "You mean there's something Sebastian hasn't told you?"
"What is it?!"
Smugly, Katherine walked to her closet and opened a secret compartment not even Sebastian knew about. Rummaging through it, pushing aside her emergency stash, she pulled out a video tape.
"A while back, my mother had the whole entire place, with the exception of her and my bedroom, wired for cameras. Apparently, your boyfriend forgot this in the heat of the moment. Along with protection, I should say," Katherine announced. Annette made for the tape. Katherine quickly hid it behind her back. "Oops! I guess he did forget to tell you," Katherine apologetically said. "Or maybe not." she trailed off as Sebastian entered the room.
"Hello Katherine," Sebastian greeted her coldly. He barely noticed the wince in her eyes.
"Sebastian," Katherine's eyes barely blinked as Sebastian crossed the room and picked up Annette's hand. "You know, you really should tell your guests where the bathroom is. It's *rude* not to."
"Are you okay?" Sebastian asked Annette, concern coloring his voice.
"Aww.how sweet," Katherine mocked. "Isn't that what you whispered her the night you two 'made love'?"
"That's personal, Katherine," Sebastian said. "I'd like that tape please."
"My *life* is personal. I'd like the journal. Now," Katherine demanded. "And don't get funny with making copies."
"Fine," Sebastian said, cutting Annette off before she could protest. "Shake on it."
The two step-siblings shook on it.
"Annette?" Sebastian asked, not taking his eyes away from Katherine. "The journal."
"But.Sebastian," Annette protested.
"NOW, damnit!" Sebastian barked.
"Temper, temper, 'Bastian," Katherine smirked. With a pout, Annette rummaged through her oversized bag, pulling out the leather-bound journal, and handing it to Katherine, who took it with a smile. "Here," she carelessly said, tossing the tape to Sebastian. "Now go. Get the fuck out."
"With pleasure," Sebastian said, grabbing Annette's hand and practically pulling her out of the room.
Smugly, Katherine returned to her bed. "Ah, life is good."
Katherine:
Step one of my little plan has been a success. My life is secure, once again.
Sebastian keeps on forgetting one little detail about me.
Always make sure you have a back-up.
And I know Sebastian keeps his word. Annette may not, but Sebastian.he does.
Katherine:
Inhaling the cigarette nobody minds that I now smoke, I stare at my true love.
My enemy. My equal.
My step-brother, Sebastian Valmont.
He's changed into somebody I don't care for. He seems to think that I don't know his every thought, his next move.
But he is wrong.
I know him better than I know myself.
He knows me better than he knows himself.
It's amazing how much you can change in two years.
Before Sebastian, I was just another school-girl. Now I am a woman, fully aware of her faults and her strengths.
I can never seriously hurt Sebastian, unfortunately. But I can be hurt by him.
Seeing him, with her, that vapid school-girl I once was, hurts. I won't say this out loud. Ever. I changed, for him. I became who he needed. Tell me it doesn't hurt to find out that all your change was for nothing?
But not for long.he can't ignore me any longer.
Part One:
Katherine Merteuil glared outside her window, where her step-brother and his girlfriend sat, enjoying the beautiful summer weather. They were sitting on the lawn, him bracing her, and were sharing a Kodak moment.
Katherine knew Sebastian had given Annette Hargrove his journal. She knew it was a collection of everything they had done in the past. She knew that Annette held her future in it. She also knew Annette wouldn't keep her secrets secret.
All of a sudden, Annette stood, smiling softly down at Sebastian and made her way into the house. "Stupid cunt," Katherine whispered, walking over to her bed and lying down. She picked up the nearest fashion magazine and thumbed through it. Mentally she counted the seconds Annette had left to enter her room. 'Five.four..three.two.'
Right on cue a knock was heard on Katherine's door.
"Come in!" Katherine sweetly invited.
"Oh! This isn't the bathroom," Annette exclaimed. "Oh, you must be Katherine. I've heard so much about you."
"I'm sure you have," Katherine smirked, sitting up slowly. "And you are.?"
"Cut the crap, Katherine," Annette hissed. "You know who I am, just as I know who, or should I say what, you are."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Annette," Katherine purred. "You shouldn't release your claws. You may get hurt in the process."
Annette rolled her eyes, sighing theatrically. "What, pray tell, do you have on me? Anything you have pales in comparison to what I have in my possession."
"Do you honestly think people will believe Sebastian Valmont's word over mine? Maybe if he was dead, but not alive," Katherine boredly said. "And, plus, everybody knows today's youth is *much* more interested in television."
"What do you mean.?" Annette asked, worry starting to settle in.
"Oh!" Katherine mocked Annette's earlier exclamation. "You mean there's something Sebastian hasn't told you?"
"What is it?!"
Smugly, Katherine walked to her closet and opened a secret compartment not even Sebastian knew about. Rummaging through it, pushing aside her emergency stash, she pulled out a video tape.
"A while back, my mother had the whole entire place, with the exception of her and my bedroom, wired for cameras. Apparently, your boyfriend forgot this in the heat of the moment. Along with protection, I should say," Katherine announced. Annette made for the tape. Katherine quickly hid it behind her back. "Oops! I guess he did forget to tell you," Katherine apologetically said. "Or maybe not." she trailed off as Sebastian entered the room.
"Hello Katherine," Sebastian greeted her coldly. He barely noticed the wince in her eyes.
"Sebastian," Katherine's eyes barely blinked as Sebastian crossed the room and picked up Annette's hand. "You know, you really should tell your guests where the bathroom is. It's *rude* not to."
"Are you okay?" Sebastian asked Annette, concern coloring his voice.
"Aww.how sweet," Katherine mocked. "Isn't that what you whispered her the night you two 'made love'?"
"That's personal, Katherine," Sebastian said. "I'd like that tape please."
"My *life* is personal. I'd like the journal. Now," Katherine demanded. "And don't get funny with making copies."
"Fine," Sebastian said, cutting Annette off before she could protest. "Shake on it."
The two step-siblings shook on it.
"Annette?" Sebastian asked, not taking his eyes away from Katherine. "The journal."
"But.Sebastian," Annette protested.
"NOW, damnit!" Sebastian barked.
"Temper, temper, 'Bastian," Katherine smirked. With a pout, Annette rummaged through her oversized bag, pulling out the leather-bound journal, and handing it to Katherine, who took it with a smile. "Here," she carelessly said, tossing the tape to Sebastian. "Now go. Get the fuck out."
"With pleasure," Sebastian said, grabbing Annette's hand and practically pulling her out of the room.
Smugly, Katherine returned to her bed. "Ah, life is good."
Katherine:
Step one of my little plan has been a success. My life is secure, once again.
Sebastian keeps on forgetting one little detail about me.
Always make sure you have a back-up.
And I know Sebastian keeps his word. Annette may not, but Sebastian.he does.