Author: Kerimack
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Cruel Intentions, I just borrow and manipulate them.
Summary: As the leader of the Manchester Tribunal Kathryn controls all. That is until a new student arrives who will challenge her power. When a vicious battle begins who will come out on top? Please R&R!
Authors Note: Like a lot of people I didn't like Cruel Intentions 2 but I did like the idea of the tribunal so I thought I'd write a story about it. This has nothing to do with that movie but I'm just taking that element from the film and applying it to the first Cruel Intentions.
I wrote this a long time ago but never finished it. Since I didn't have time to write the next chapter of Who Are You until tomorrow, I posted this in the mean time. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this story but let me know what you think, and maybe I will.
Chapter 1: The Princess, The Playboy and A Saint
In one swift, beautiful motion the edge of the switchblade sliced into her pale skin, causing a delicate trail of crimson blood rushing down the small of her back. She winced and grit her teeth but showed little fear. Rule number one: fear is another sign of weakness and if you wanted to belong you had to follow the rules.
Their rules.
Jennifer Robert's stood in the center of the dark room, lit only by a few strategically placed candles, completely naked. In the darkness she could make out the forty or so masked figures, all wearing heavy brown cloaks, and pale, faceless masks. As she stood there being mutilated and humiliated no one made a move except the person behind her carving up her back.
She tried to keep her face emotionless as the pain seared through her sixteen year old body. The first cut had been bad but the second much worse, and much more deep. Whoever was doing it to her was getting pleasure from it, she could tell. Luckily though it was only two cuts, two marks that made a T.
Jennifer had been allowed to chose where she wanted to be branded and she'd chosen her shoulder. Others had gotten it done in more brazen places, she had even heard of one fearless girl who had it done on the inside of her thigh. She spread her legs for all to see and then led the blade mere inches from her cunt. Far too self conscious to do that Jen had picked her shoulder figuring it was hidden enough her parents wouldn't notice and visible enough that certain others would. Those rare few who knew what it stood for. It symbolized power.
After biting down on her lip to keep from crying out, she knew the worst was over. Maybe. One of the hooded figures stepped forward and explained "you have completed almost all of the necessary tasks. Are you ready for the final step?"
Jennifer nodded as she replied "yes."
As soon as the word was out of her mouth a black mask was slipped over her eyes. Her nerves went on high alert but she tried to stay calm. She knew what was to be the final step of her initiation and she was all but ready. It was suppose to be a surprise but most everyone knew what would happen. Jennifer was to be led upstairs by a person of the leaders choosing. They would go into one of the large bedrooms where she would be defiled in all three orifices by either he or she. Jennifer was hoping it was a he.
When she felt a rough and decidedly masculine hand slid into hers she breathed a sigh of relief. "You are to accompany Tyler upstairs and follow his every command. He will report to us afterwards and if he is pleased you will become one of us."
"I understand" Jen answered.
"Good, you may go"
As Jennifer was led up the darkened stairs, the room waited to hear the click of the heavy bedroom door closing. When the familiar sound echoed through the large house the leader called out "lights!"
The lights came on but no one dared removed there hood until instructed. As usual there leader went first, tossing off the white mask and then pulling back the heavy brown material that revealed her dark, lustrous hair. Keeping still with the sober tone of the evening so far she ordered "masks off."
Slowly everyone around her pulled their white covering away revealing teenage perfection in it's many forms. An even mix of females and males surrounded her, all wearing nervous grins and smug smiles. They waited patiently for her to give the next command and she didn't disappoint.
Taking a step forward she raised her hand into the air in one graceful and proud gesture. The room held its breath and waited for those sacred words to fall from her lips. When she was sure she had all of their attention, the corners of her lips turned upwards and Kathryn Merteuil announced "let the games begin!"
* * * * * *
"I had a really great time tonight Annette" Leo Sullivan whispered seductively into her ear as he brushed her blond locks aside.
She gave him a nod that was more polite than enticing "yeah, so did I. The concert was really great."
Leaning in even closer to her, as close as the cramped corders of his BMW would allow, Leo continued his subtle seduction of the young innocent. He gave out a light laugh as he let his hand casually brush her thigh. "You know it's funny, I didn't really think you would be into the Chili Peppers."
"Oh?" Annette asked in surprise. "Well I guess there's just more to me than meets the eye."
Leo grinned realizing this was the opening he had been looking for all night. As his hand cupped her cheek, his finger brushed gently against her lip and he teased "care to share any more deep, dark secrets with me?"
Before she had a chance to reply he leaned forward and kissed her. Annette wasn't at all surprised by this even though it was her first date with Leo. She knew he was a nice guy, but he was a guy none the less and would in fact expect something from her at the end of the night. She wasn't above a good night kiss, but that's all he was going to get.
However Leo wasn't quite aware of this limitation yet. The hand that had been resting on her knee was now sliding up her leg and under her skirt. Annette immediately grabbed his hand and pulled it away. Drawing back from him she gave him a smile showing she wasn't angry at him but she also wasn't about to give into him either. "I had fun tonight but I should be getting inside now."
Trying his best to appear as a gentleman Leo gave her a smile but it didn't do much to mask his disappointment. "I understand, I'll call you. Maybe we can do this again some time."
Annette nodded her head "that would be nice. Good night Leo."
She got out of his fancy car and gave him a final wave before walking up the driveway to her house. As she did her mind replayed the events of the night. Annette had fun and she enjoyed Leo's company but she knew she wouldn't see him again because she knew the real reason he had asked her out. It was the same reason she always got asked out. They thought she didn't know but in truth she was a lot smarter than most of them.
Her allure was simple, she was a virgin. At the prestigious prep school Manchester, where her father was the headmaster, virgin's were far and few in between. Annette's innocence was legendary most notably because a year ago she had published an article in Seventeen magazine about how she planned to remain a virgin until she married. This had sent tongues waging all over campus, with every known player coming out of the wood work, trying to get into her pants.
She refused them all and not a single one ever got further than a kiss with her. Annette had never even been tempted to go all the way with a boy...except once. There had been one time, her freshman year before the article was published, with a special guy she thought she had fallen in love with but...she'd resisted even him.
It was a year after the magazine article came out and there were still guys after her. The virginal headmasters daughter had, some joked, become the holly grail of Manchester Prep. However Annette ignored it all and went on a few casual dates when she wanted. She had one long term boyfriend, Trevor, but he had left at the beginning of the summer on a scholarship to Stanford. They decided to see other people but she missed him and was starting to realize there wasn't any other boy around who's company she even half enjoyed as much as his.
With a defeated sigh she opened the front door of her modest tudor style home and started up the stairs when she noticed a light on in the living room. She ducked her head in and laughed when she found her father sitting on the couch surrounded by paper work. "Hey, daddy, waiting up?"
He looked up at her and gave her a guilty smile "would I do that?" When she only laughed in response he gave her a shrug and asked "so how was your date? I take it Mr. Davis was a perfect gentleman."
"Yes" she replied taking a seat across from him. "The concert was great but..."
"He wasn't the guy for you, huh?" her father finished for her. "You still miss Trevor."
It was a statement rather than a question but Annette answered it anyway "yeah I do. It's funny I didn't think I would miss him this much but I really do. He was a big part of my life."
"Well cheer up pumpkin I'm sure you'll meet somebody soon. Hey maybe you'll even meet him this year, now that schools starting up again."
"I guess" she shrugged not really feeling comforted by the idea. "So what are you looking at?"
Mr. Hardgrove picked up a vinyl covered maroon book. "Oh I was just looking at some of the old year books from Manchester. There's an alumni dinner coming up next week and I'm just perusing some of the former students."
Annette reached forward and took one of the books. She flipped through the worn black and white pages filled with kids from the seventies. Smiling faintly at the some of the hairdo's and styles, her eyes fell upon one particular group. The page was filled with the student council members all dressed in matching navy uniforms, the same they wore today. What caught her eye though was that on nearly every student pictures in as particular photo was a T shaped mark either on their leg or arm. "That's strange" she muttered.
"What is dear?"
She held out the book so he could take a look at it. "On each of them is a mark, a scar almost of a T. Why is that?"
Her father stared at it, his brow wrinkled in concern before he revealed "that's the symbol of the Manchester tribunal."
"What's that"
"Well from what I've heard it was a secret society made up of Manchester students that started back in the forties. A group of kids got together and basically caused a lot of trouble. Since they came from mostly prominent families they never got blamed for anything they did and no one ever knew about the society until one of their members, a young girl, died. I believe it was a few years after this picture was taken."
Sitting up in her chair Annette asked "well what happened?"
"No one's really sure. The boy who was charged for her death claimed it was an accident but the girls parents insisted it was murder. Anyway when the young man went to jail the tribunal apparently disbanded and to my knowledge it never reformed. It's become sort of a folk tale among the faculty who insist it is still going on but that's nonsense. I'd think kids now a days have better things to do with there time then get together and destroy people's lives just for kicks."
Taking the book back Annette sat back in her chair and stared at the T symbol deep in thought. "There's something familiar about that mark."
Laughing good naturally her father told her "honey I assure you the tribunal is long gone. It died out thirty years ago."
"I guess you're right" she told him closing the book but her mind still on the story. "I'm exhausted. I'm going to bed. Goodnight daddy, see you in the morning."
"Night pumpkin"
After giving him a kiss on the cheek she started to leave when it suddenly hit her. Annette had seen that mark on someone before. Noticing his daughters stricken face Hardgrove asked "Annette, what's wrong?"
Turning back to him she almost told him but stopped herself. Instead she put on the same polite smile she used with Leo and told him "it's nothing, goodnight."
* * * * * *
Everything had gone just as planned and Kathryn couldn't be happier. Not that she had any doubts that the initiation ceremony would encounter any snags but it had been her first as the newly appointed leader of the tribunal so everything had to be perfect. Luckily it had and now their next soon to be member was upstairs getting the fucking of her life by a guy everyone had affectionately named 'the horse'. The poor girl wouldn't be able to sit down for a weak.
Grinning deviously at the thought as she reclined back in her plush chair, Kathryn felt completely at home. Currently she was surrounded by the best and brightest her society had to offer, all in various states of undress, drinking, drugging and grinding to the latest coldplay album. They all had such promising futures and they all belonged to her. Each and every one of them would do anything she wanted. All Kathryn had to do was ask. The thought made her smile even more.
She controlled them all...all except for him of course.
Kathryn could feel his eyes on her even before she looked up. He had been staring at her ever since the lights came back on but she hadn't acknowledged it, it was part of the game they played. The game that unfortunately would come to an end tomorrow.
Finally unable to hold back any longer she let her eyes look up and indeed she did find him. Leaning against one of the ledges of the upstairs balcony, that over looked the spacious living room of the Kensington's Connecticut home, he watched her. When at last her bright green eyes locked with his deep blue one's, the intense scowl he had been wearing turned into a knowing grin. They said nothing and did nothing but admire each other for a brief moment.
Not for the first time Kathryn marveled at how gorgeous he was with those eyes and serious pale face that contrasted so nicely to his dark hair. As usual that evening we wore black from head to toe but don't be miss lead, it was all designer. He might appear brooding and serious but he still valued trivial things like fashion just like the rest of them. However he was different from all those other boring rich boys and everyone knew it but more importantly respected it. Joshua Kensington was wanted and adored by all but he belonged to her.
Her Joshua.
After observing her for a moment Joshua began to descend the stairs, his eyes still locked with her. Kathryn didn't move to greet him but instead stayed perched on her thrown among her loyal subjects. Joshua didn't approach her but instead climbed on top of a chair directly opposite hers and called out to the crowd "hey, can I have your attention?"
Almost immediately the room fell quiet and the music was turned down. When she observed how the room so easily became his Kathryn couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. She may be their new leader but he still had control over them. However she hid her annoyance and instead, like all the others turned her attention to Joshua.
"Thank you" he laughed with more than a slight trace of his British accent showing. "Well as you all know I will be leaving you tomorrow. However I would just like to say that I have enjoyed being your leader for these past two years and I will miss you all."
The room erupted into a collected "aww", with a few calling out "we'll miss you Joshua!"
"Settle down" he called out and crowd quickly obeyed. "Since I am departing it is time now to hand over the reigns to your new leader, Ms. Kathryn Merteuil. The first female in the history of the tribunal to be elected top council."
Everyone cheered at this but Kathryn remained seated, barely reacting to the applause. Joshua laughed as he raised his glass and called out "a toast. To the most beautiful, conniving, and deceitful bitch I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. To Kathryn, long may she reign!"
"Here, here!"
Kathryn smiled before once again raising her hand into the air and with a careless wave, signaling the party to resume. When the music came back on and everyone went back to what they were doing, Joshua jumped off the chair and walked up to her. Kathryn stood up but waited for him to come to her. When he was standing mere inches from her he reached out and stroked her dark hair then kissed her forehead affectionately. "You were exquisite this evening" he whispered to her.
Her eyes on his she replied "I know."
With a cool smile Joshua slid his hand down her arm until it rested in her hand. Silently he led her upstairs just as he had three years ago on the night of her initiation into the tribunal. Joshua had been chosen to take her and it had been one hell of a night, for both of them. Just like that night he took her to the master bedroom and as he closed the door she immediately pulled off her black nightgown, leaving her only in black lace panties.
He turned back to her and admired her appreciably before stepping closer and tracing his fingers lightly over her collar bone. His touch sent a shiver throughout her and Kathryn's whole body tensed in anticipation of what would happen next. Joshua seemed to eat her tension up as he did nothing but gently touch her for a long moment. Then suddenly he grabbed her making Kathryn shriek in surprise before he quieted her with his mouth. They kissed deeply with all the passion of two people in love. Maybe they were in love but neither was about to admit it.
Not breaking from their kiss for even a moment they fell back into the plush four poster bed behind them. Once she was underneath him Joshua pinned her wrists to the bed and began to kiss his way down her supple body. "Mmmm" Kathryn moaned when his tongue flicked her nipples then made it's way down her stomach.
When he reached her panties his eyes fell upon hers as he slowly tugged them off and laid them on the ground. With a wicked grin Kathryn spread her legs for him and Joshua slid between them. His hand caressed her damp mound as he looked from her to the 'T' sketched into her skin-on the inside of her thigh, mere inches from her cunt. Joshua chuckled softly as he traced his finger over it, "oh my love, I will miss you."
Kathryn sighed at the sentiment and even though she felt the same way she didn't tell him. Instead she guided his head between her legs and whispered "then show me."
* * * * * *
Meanwhile in a spacious penthouse on the upper east side of Manhattan, Sebastian Valmont came up between a pair of legs. They belonged to Nina Barnelle, a thirty something former fashion model with the body of a twenty year old. Although her lover that evening was quite a bit younger than most of the men she took to bed, he was by far the best she'd ever had. After riding her to two delicious climax's Sebastian slid back down her body and proceeded to eat her out until she let out a scream so loud he thought he might have hurt her.
On the contrary, as Nina's head fell back on plump pillows she was feeling better than she had in years. "Oh Sebastian" she moaned empathetically.
With a sly grin he climbed back up her body and rested beside her. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked even though he already knew the answer."
She laughed "you know I did." Looking back into his handsome face a realization seemed to suddenly dawn on her.
"Something wrong?"
Nina shook her head as her hand ran through her chestnut colored hair. "I shouldn't have done this" she sighed. "God what are you, nineteen?"
"Eighteen, actually. Don't worry I'm no longer jail bait."
"I'm still too old for you" she argued.
"Nonsense" Sebastian assured her as his fingertips danced over her breasts. "I find women are like a fine wine, they only get better with age."
She couldn't help but laugh at this, "oh and have you gone to bed with many older women?"
"A few" he reveled with a mysterious smile. "In Europe age isn't really a big deal. It's more about the passion between two people rather than what number is on their drivers license."
Feeling a sense of calm rush over her, Nina forgot about being in bed with a kid and moved closer to him, eager to learn more about him. "Is that where you're from, Europe?"
His blue eyes looked past her as he explained "I'm not really from anywhere."
"Must be nice" she sighed.
"It has it's moments." Drawing her lithe body back to his Sebastian kissed her hard on the mouth before pulling her down on top of him. Breaking away from him she grinned, then got up and straddled him. Gripping her hips and leading her to his quickly stiffening cock he whispered "show me what you got."
Just as Nina was leading him inside of her once again, the bedroom doors behind them were thrown open and Edward Valmont came charging into the room. His usual pleasant face wrinkled in anger as he yelled out "Nina!"
She whipped around at the sound of her name and gasped "Edward!" Quickly scurrying to cover herself up she desperately pleaded to him "this isn't what...what you think."
Edward looked past her to the grinning boy in his bed and snarled "actually I believe it's exactly what I think, isn't it Sebastian?"
As she hurriedly slid on her skirt she glanced at him confused "you two know each other?"
"You could say that" Sebastian replied with a smirk. "How are you dad? Long time no see."
Immediately Nina stopped in her tracks and gapped at them "you're his son?"
"I'm guessing he didn't bother to inform you of that fact before you hopped into bed?" Edward grumbled
"No! God no, I met him at a club. I had no idea! You never told me your sons name. Oh my god, I just slept with my soon to be step son!"
Sebastian burst out laughing at this, "guess so mom."
Backing away from the bed in horror Nina looked between Edward and Sebastian quickly before running past her fiancee out of the room. Sitting up Sebastian grabbed for his robe as he muttered "was is something I said?"
His fathers eyes seem to blaze with fury as he demanded "are you satisfied now?"
"Well to tell you the truth not really" he sighed climbing on the bed. "You sort of interrupted us."
In a flash Edward was in front of his son. Before Sebastian could even blink his father pushed him up against the wall and hit him in the gut. As his son bent over in pain he growled "any other comments smart ass?'
"Give me a minute and I'm sure I can think one up."
Forcing Sebastian's head up so he could look at him Edward told him "don't for a minute think I don't know why you did it, because believe me I do and it won't work."
"Oh?"
"You seduced Nina and made sure I walked in on it because you think if you screw up enough I'll send you back to Europe with your mother but it's not going to happen. You were too much for her to handle so it's my turn now and I'm telling you from here on there will be no more stunts like this, understand?"
He snickered "do I have any other choice?"
"No as a matter of fact you don't. I mean it Sebastian, you fuck up again and next time it's military school." Going back to his usual easy going manor, Edward fixed his tie all business like and informed him "you'll start Manchester Prep on Monday, so be prepared."
Without another word he turned on his heels and strut out of the bedroom closing the door behind him. When at last alone Sebastian moved away from the wall clutching his stomach. His father usually wasn't violent but he supposed he'd pushed him too far this time. For a brief moment Sebastian regretted what he had done but then quickly pushed the feeling aside as he remembered his motto: no regrets, no apologies.
Besides it was his fathers own fault. If he had just handed him over his trust fund and let him live his own life instead of forcing him to come and stay with him in New York, he wouldn't have to resort to such childish antics. Sebastian was after all eighteen and it wasn't like he had ever been particularly close with either of his parents. When his he brought his fact up to his father he just muttered something about family legacy and obligation before Sebastian tuned him out.
Falling back into his bed he reached for the cigarettes on his night side table. As he lit one up he thought about his new home. Sebastian was actually fond of New York and living on the East coast was far better than the West coast. However having to attend another god damn private school was another matter entirely. How the hell was he going to get through a whole year without causing any trouble? The simple answer to that was he wouldn't.
Puffing away on his cig he mused, Manchester prep. I wonder what the chicks are like? Shaking his head Sebastian grumbled bitterly "probably just a bunch of frigid debutantes."
* * * * * *
"Ohhhhhhhh fuck, yes Joshua!" Kathryn moaned as she slammed her body back against his. "Harder, fuck me harderrrrrrrrr!"
The last word was followed by a deep moan as her orgasm started to barrel through her. Joshua who was thrusting into her from behind gripped her waist tighter, as he felt his own cum approaching. "Just a...little more Katie...almost...oh God almost..." He erupted inside of her before he could get the sentence out.
After one last shallow thrust he collapsed on top of Kathryn and the two crumbled to the bed laughing intimately. Letting his arm drape across her bare back Joshua sighed contentedly "I will miss you Katie."
Kathryn use to hate when he called her that and even ordered him not to but he didn't listen. Over time however she'd grown to love hearing him refer to her that way, almost as much as she loved the look on his face when he said it. Joshua was the only person who called her Katie and the only person who ever would.
They had been together now for almost two years. Although they dated publicly they had an unspoken open relationship. Whenever the mood suited her Kathryn would go to bed with someone else as did Joshua. There had also been a few occasions where they had threesomes. However they were never jealous of each others lovers because they knew deep down that they loved one another. It was never said of course because they both claimed not to believe in the existence of love. Still Kathryn knew what she felt for Joshua was love and sometimes, when she was laying in his bed wrapped in his arms she was tempted to tell him she loved him, but she never did. She never would.
Knowing he would be leaving her tomorrow she had briefly flirted with the idea of making a romantic declaration but quickly put the idea out of her head. If anything she should be considering pulling back from him. Even though Joshua claimed to want to marry her some day she wasn't really holding any stock in it. He would meet someone else at Yale, she just knew it.
Frowning at the thought Kathryn turned away from him and said flippantly "I'm sure there will plenty of nice sorority girls to keep you company."
"Probably" he chuckled as he pressed himself into her back. "But none of them could compare to you. You're one of a kind Kathryn."
She cracked a smile "how true."
Turning back around she pulled him down for a kiss and Joshua responded by wrapping her in his arms. As she melted into his kiss Kathryn wondered if she could ever feel this way in another man's arms. Sure she could enjoy sex with another guy but it was never like this. Joshua made her feel safe and loved. No one, including her own parents had ever made her feel like that before.
Breaking away from her with a dissatisfied groan he told her "I have to take a shower, my flight is at six a.m."
"All right" she sighed as she allowed him to get up from the bed.
Joshua walked over to the desk and pulled out a cigarette from his pack. As he searched around for a lighter he asked her "so as tribunal leader, what will your first task be?"
"Hmm" she mused out loud as she stretched her naked body out. "I was thinking I would take down the headmasters good goody daughter."
Immediately Joshua turned around, his face suddenly serious. "No Kathryn you won't."
Not at all surprised by his reaction Kathryn only raised her eyebrow and challenged "oh? I won't will I?"
"You will leave Annette alone" he warned as he stood over her, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Kathryn wasn't one to be intimidated, even by Joshua. Getting up on her knees she rose until they were at eye level. "In case it's escaped your attention darling you're not the leader anymore, I am and what I say goes. If I want your frigid little ex to be taken down a peg or two so be it."
Grabbing her suddenly by the wrist he thrust her arm behind her back and whispered menacingly "it's still not too late for me to choose a new leader. If you don't promise to leave her be maybe I will."
Not backing down at inch she hissed "fine, then I'll take her down on my own but I promise you it will be so much more messier that way."
With a defeated sigh he let her go and then laughed "you know if I didn't know better I would think you were jealous of Annette."
"And if I didn't know better I'd think you still loved her."
"Don't be ridiculous, Annette and me were over a long time ago and I was never in love with her, but that doesn't mean I want anything bad to happen to her." Kneeling down Joshua cupped her face "just leave her alone. For me Katie, please?"
Softening just for a moment she pretended to give him "all right, if that's what you want. I'll leave Annette alone."
"Thank you" he stood up and kissed the top of her head affectionately. "Oh before I forget there's something I have to give you."
Kathryn was expecting some sort of fare well gift so she was slightly disappointed when he pulled out a stack of manilla folders from his desk rather than a little blue Tiffany box. Handing them over to her he explained "here are the transcripts of the incoming students. You have to go through them and see if there's any worthy candidates for the tribunal."
"Great" Kathryn pouted.
"What you didn't think being leader was all fun and games did you? It shouldn't take long, trust me they're all probably losers anyway."
As Joshua disappeared into the bathroom Kathryn got out of the bed and pulled his black shirt over her head. Sitting down at the oak finished desk her mind wasn't on the student files but rather Annette Hardgrove. God how she hated that prissy little bitch. Every idiot guy at Manchester lusted after her including Joshua even though he claimed other wise. Back when Annette was a freshman he dated her very briefly but broke up with her when she wouldn't fuck him. Oddly enough they had stayed friends through the years and Kathryn hated it.
Now that Joshua was leaving she knew this was her perfect opportunity to destroy Annette. Thinking back to what she promised him she laughed "over my dead body baby." Annette was very much going down.
Turning her attention back to the folders in front of her Kathryn began perusing them. The first five she looked at were all duds. Three of them were scholarship students and the other two were just atypical rich kids, nothing special. Then just as she was about to go back to bed she picked up the bottom file from the stack. "Sebastian Valmont" she said out loud. Knowing that Valmont was an important name in the business world she read through the transcript. What she read made her smile, "interesting."
Over the course of three years Sebastian had been in and out of no less than eight private school's all throughout Europe. He had been kicked out of all of them for a variety of reasons, one of which was running a brothel out of the school basement. The few classes he did attend he got A's in but according to his attendance records his appearance in class was rare. Still he made a very interesting candidate. Rich, smart and trouble, all things the tribunal looked for. Circling his name with a bright red pen Kathryn said aloud "welcome to Manchester Prep Sebastian."
- to be continued (Please Review)