One Day I will be able to be normal. It doesn't matter when I manage to get out of here or what day it is or year it maybe; all I want to do is to be able to be normal.
Sebastian Smythe is no ordinary man; he holds the gene that his mother passed down to him from his grandfather. Only that his mother isn't there to support him, only his cold hearted father, his vicious wife and her spiteful children. Cooped up and alone, one day, he makes a bid for freedom, could this be the worse choice of his life? Or the best choice for his future? RATED M FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS, ALSO OC'S, IMAGE IS NOT MINE, CREDIT GOES TO THE ARTIST.
Hi, I'm Edwards-Daughterxoxo and this is my first Sebastian x Blaine Fanfiction, it's Supernatural and Romance, Rated M for future chapters and strong language. There will be OC'S. I'd appreciate feed back such as reviews and story alerts etc so I can see if people actually like it and want more. Anyway, the first chapter is about Sebastian. In later chapters, Blaine will appear and maybe form a relationship ;)
DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I don't own glee or the characters. I wish I owned Sebastian and Blaine though…
One Day.
Chapter One - I am the family pet.
One day, I will be able to be normal. It doesn't matter when I manage to get out of here or what day it is or year it maybe; all I want to do is to be able to be normal.
If I could give anything to own a normal life, to be like everybody else.
Looking through the window, which has been scarred with water droplets from when it was raining, the sky looks overcast and dull, my eyes scan my surroundings like they've done for the past thirteen or so years, the same army of tall and obnoxious tree's, the sharp blades of grass but how do I know what they feel like? I've been cooped up in here as if I was an animal without any freedom.
I press my head against the bitter glass which has bars on the outside of it so I do not run away. This is my mirror and has been for the amount of time I've been here.
In the reflection, I see my hair, boring brown strands that fall in my eyes. My eyes, apparently, they were my best feature according to my mother. When I was with her, she described them as orbs of the sea, I never understood what she meant, however, over the years, I know understand, she saw the line around my pupils, deep turquoise going into a light, but yet a murky green. I can see what she meant now.
I let out a stiff laugh, remembering my mother and what she said to me. At the time, I couldn't give two tosses about my appearance; I was too busy making mud pies or running around as high as a kite. I would do everything a normal five year old would do.
The room I sleep in is nothing like your average teenager room. It's a mud color and rot is beginning to eat away at the corner of the room. The floor is covered in grime and everything thing is covered in dust. The sheets on the broken bed are mouldy but clean since they wash them every week or so. Dust has overtaken the windowpane after I have wiped it down with a ripped tee shirt I keep out of my parents view. I wear sweaty dark grey sweat pants and a light tee shirt that hasn't been washed in a while; this daytime outfit is also my pyjamas.
Pressing my baby pink and chapped lips together, I draw my pale body away as I feel drained of everything. In the distance, I hear footsteps marching towards the rotting room.
"Sebastian!" the high pitched and cheery voice of my step-mother calls from the staircase. "Hope you're awake boy!" I roll my eye's at her.
Unlike my real mother, she is the complete opposite of her. My mother was kind, caring, affectionate. She's harsh, cruel and cold. Don't let her chirpy voice give you the wrong idea, she's the one who forced me in this room.
"Yes." I mumble back as I hear the many locks on the doors are removed. The door swings open to see my stepmother; Melissa Smythe.
She wears the finest designer clothes, which today is midnight black skinny jeans, and a ruffled, violet blouse; she also wears matching high heels. All these expensive clothes don't make up for the fact that she is a vile women with a matching personality. I notice her hair has been bleached to the point that it's as bright as the sun, straw like and lifeless. Her skin has been covered in fake tan that she could happily pass for a posh, yellow haired and taller Umper Lumper. Her eye's are a nut brown and scan me and every move I make with disgust.
"Yes what?" She asks expectantly, I sigh hard.
"Yes…Mother." I clench my teeth together as I spit out the last word. She never be my mother, she'll never live up to my mother. I think as I don't make eye contact with her.
"Time for you're morning walk!" she smiles as she removes her skinny, orange hands from behind her back revealing the worn out red and large collar and a long thick chain lead that she puts on me before I exit the house. Yes, you heard right. I am the family pet.
This is one of the reasons why I want a normal life, like any ordinary human. Unfortunately I'm not a human. My mother had the long lost gene of my grandfather; he too, was a were-wolf. My mother explained to me before she… went.
"Your granddad is an incredible being who can transform himself into a doggie, Sebastian! Mommy and Daddy can't, but you can! Not yet, though, once you're older, you'll be able to. However, you must promise me, you have to be careful and not hurt others like so many have done…" she explained once she crouched down to the five year olds level who by now had an amazed grin on his chubby face.
"Cool! Can I tell my friends?" The little boy asked curiously.
"No!" His mother snapped a little harshly. "You can't tell anyone or else you'll be in so much danger." The boy now frowned slightly; his mother placed her soft hands on his shoulder.
"Please Promise me Sebbie. Promise me that you'll be kind to everyone else around you, promise you wont tell anyone! For Mummy?" The little boy heard the desperation in her voice before he nodded heavily.
"Pinkie Promise." He whispered as he held out his right pinkie finger with a toothy grin. His mom flashed a pair of jade eye's at her son's little finger as she pressed her lush pink lips together, smiling slightly.
"Pinkie Promise." She confirmed, locking her warm finger around her sons.
My mother didn't explain to me my grandfather's past, the pack he was in, she didn't have time on her side to tell me more of what I had inherited from her. I wish she asked granddad what it would be like for her son once he hit puberty as a teenage wolf before she went.
"Come on Sebastian!" Melissa hisses as she whacks the lead against the doorframe harshly, snapping me out of my thoughts and my emotionless state. I'm about to protest however I close my mouth shut knowing that any cheeky business would either remove privileges such as food, water, exercise or involve me getting beaten with that chain of hers.
I strip in front of her since I cannot transform in my only outfit since it would rip into a million shreds. Once I had hit puberty, I could transform whenever or wherever I wanted, sometimes this could be unexpected, out of the blue. The first times I had clothes to rip, know, I don't, so stripping is the only option. I feel her burning gaze all over me as I know stand in the nude.
Closing my eye's, I let myself go, forgetting everything, and remembering everything good about being a werewolf. Correction, anything good that I've experienced.
Transforming was once painful, as if a burning sensation overtook every limb, every vein inside of me but now, it's the same feeling I got once my mom hugged me. Her embrace, her warmth surges through me cause that's the only thing I can connect with her. She made me feel safe. She made me feel strong. She took pride in me and anything that I did whether that was making a picture of a dog out of macaroni cheese or just passing a test. She gave me support. She loved me.
There's only a little pain during the transformation and that's when my bones disconnect and then be connected in different angle. I snarl unexpectedly as feel my body lunge forward and then, the transformation is complete.
I'm about 6ft 7 in my wolf form, I feel powerful since I can destroy everyone around me with the swipe of my paw or my teeth clamping down into there skin. I would have done that ages ago however, I'm not the one to break promises and therefore I wont hurt the people around me, even if they are ruthless.
"Come on Sebbie!" she smiled as she clapped her hands just like an owner would do with a dog to command it to come to them. I stroll over to her and once I place myself by her, I tower over her, even in her designer high heels. I think to myself I could knock her into the wall and race down stairs, but who would let me out? I'd have to jump through the window…
I sense the collar on me and once she clips the lead on it, she yanks me down the stairs.
Compared to my room, the house is well lit and well decorated, feeling the soft cream carpet underneath my paws, I'm wary since my claws can easily get caught and rip it out.
Racing down the stairs, she pulls me through to the living room, which is decorated with the theme of Lime Green. I glance at the four figures slouched on the brown leather couch.
Her three kids.
Paris Adams, Fifteen, coal black eyes, matching black styled bob and a moody face. Out of all the children, she's the one I dislike the most, she resembles her mother too much.
Danny Adams, the same age as me, straight sandy blonde hair covering his right eye which are a nut brown like his mothers, he's alright and occasionally smuggles me sweet food such as chocolate and crisps but it's very rarely considering that he got caught and we both got punished.
And the three year old, Sammy Smythe. She has my fathers electric blue eye's and I'm guessing the sandy blonde hair is Melissa's natural hair colour. Her hair is in two high ponytails as she giggles whilst dribble is dripping off her chin. She's the most innocent thing in this family and the one I pity the most.
Then it's my father, the major dick head. He has electric blue eyes that show no mercy, he has brown hair like my own but over time it's fading and turning grey. He has wrinkles on his round face and his face shows concern.
Our eye's meet for a moment, and we stare harshly at each other but eventually, his attention is drawn to the x-box game he and Danny are playing. There's a tugging sensation on my side, my head snaps to the yanking and I see two tiny hands almost buried in my skin. Sammy's making noses of happiness until she is pulled away.
"Leave Sebbie alone." My father tells her coldly as he places her on his lap but still plays the x-box game. Sebbie is the name they gave me considering the family thinks I'm the domestic pet, well everyone besides Danny, my Father and Stepmother.
"Sebbie! Sebbie!" she wails before the tears begin to flow.
"Get the mutt outta here! He reeks!" Paris demands but her eyes don't leave her blackberry curve. I growl at her, baring my teeth.
"MOM!"
"SEBBIE!" Melissa hisses at me, kicking her shoe in my side to shut me up, I let out a low whimper of pain. "I'm going, see you later." There's muffled byes as she drags me out of the door.
Yep, the grass is defiantly sharp today, I think to myself as I smile at the fact that I am outside. I experience the wind twirling through my thick bronze fur, it's cool and refreshing but I can't help but wonder if maybe I can escape.
I wander through the forest with Melissa getting dragged behind, obliviously not being able to keep up with my power or speed.
Maybe I can leave. This is my chance. I look around to see dozen and dozens of tree's standing tall and proud. I turn my head to see Melissa struggling to keep her grip on the chain.
"SEBASTIAN SLOW DOWN!" she yells as she stumbles through the forest in high heels.
What if they find me? What if they hunt me down? What if they torture me?
"SEBASTIAN!"
Fuck it. May as well, I'm already being tortured living there.
With that, I pick up my pace, going into a mild run now the wind is lashing my face and it feels exhilarating! It's edging me forward, telling me if I ditch the bitch I can live like this forever.
"SLOW DOWN!" she yells again but it only encourages me to go faster, before I know it, I'm racing through the high blades of grass and swerving in and out of the tree's with easy. All of a sudden, there's a heavy tug on my collar that wasn't there before, I turn around to see my step-mother on her stomach still holding onto the chain she's getting mouth full of nature as I continue to run.
"I SWEAR TO GOD SEBASTIAN! IF YOU DON'T STOP I'LL GET THE POLICE TO PUT YOU DOWN!" She yells and spits out the grass she swallows. I run even faster, my claws upturning the soil beneath me, my structure is an advantage as I continue to run and even though I'm pulling a ten stone women behind me, it's like I'm pulling nothing at all.
Unexpectedly, with a loud thump, the weight is suddenly removed from my neck and I speed up automatically.
"SEBASTIAN!" she screeches so loud that I can here the bird's flutter away. For one moment, I slow to a stop, to see her face covered in mud, animal poo and fallen leaves. Smirking, I let out a triumphant howl.
I can finally be normal. With that I continue to run through the tree's, not daring to look back because this is the best decision I have ever made in my whole life.
So, that's the first chapter of One Day. I hoped you enjoyed it, reviews will be appreciated, it'll tell me my mistakes, what you like about it, how I can improve. Story alerts and favorites will also be appreciated and hopefully, i'll see you in the next chapter ;)
