A/N: Okay, people, this story. Yes, it does have its cute little moments, but underneath it all, Sebastian ((aka Kiaran)) is still his angsty self and he is still an underage prostitute and his daddy is still an manipulative asshole.

And if that makes you squimish or awkward, then please. I have warned you many times. I'm trying to do a fluffy chapter after every angsty chapter.

I try. Oh! And I would love to thank all of the reviewers/followers/favorites. And! I hit over 1,000 views!

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warning(s): mentions of self-harm, just a hint of daddycest, fluff((?))

"And his love will conquer all...

His love will conquer all...

(his love wil conquer...)

Yesterday I died

Tomorrow's bleeding

Fall into your sunlight..."

-Shattered by Trading Yesterday

Lucky guess my ass.

I stand and argue, "Lucky guess?! You've been having a lot of lucky things lately. You caught those damn plates, you knew my exact size in clothes and shoes, you knew I was dreaming about my daddy."

Claude sets the paper down and uncrosses his legs before standing, "Kiaran, I am just doing my job."

"What job?! It isn't your job to know everything!"

"I don't know everything, Kiaran, I am simply observant. For example, when you're thinking about your daddy, you come undone. You twitch, you squirm, you even cry sometimes," he says with a sickening smile. He's just like the rest of them.

I snarl, "Well, do everyone a damn favor and leave me the fuck alone!" Claude clicks his tongue and walks up to me, putting a hand on my shoulder, "Language, Kiaran. How about this? I'll make us some food and you'll go take a shower and we'll pretend this never happened?"

I look up at him, "Yes, Master." Claude leans down and gently kisses my forehead again. Despite my anger, I feel a small smile split my lips.

I walk to my room and I hear Claude rummaging in the kitchen. I find clothes laid out on my made bed and I grab them without much of a second thought. I walk into the bathroom and shut the door, making triple sure it's locked. I slowly peel the clothes from my body, inspecting every bruise and scar.

I think the scars that stand out the most are the little white etches on the underside of my wrists. The self-harm started shortly after Daddy sold me.

He said we'd be together forever. Forever. He said he'd love me until he died. And he sold me. Is this what your love is, Daddy? Is this how you show your affection to me? Were the soft kisses and gentle touches a lie?

I sigh and my fingertips touch the pale scars.

Even without the self harm, I always thought I was ugly. My hair is too long, my eyes are too inhuman, I'm too skinny. I can see each rib as I breathe in and out. I sigh and turn to the tub, pushing the red shower curtain aside to turn on the water. I make it just hot enough, and then straighten up. I walk over to the bathroom counter and sit on it.

I look at myself closely. Crimson eyes flicker around, raven hair like ink, deathly black nails. I look at me teeth and how my canines are longer than they should be.

Am I a vampire? No, I've never wanted human blood. Maybe Sam and Dean can figure out what I am. Actually, I doubt those Winchester boys could figure me out.

I hop off the counter, testing the water before turning on the shower. I step in, feeling the hot water beating down onto my skin. Ah, it feels so good.

I close my eyes and tilt my head back so the water drenches my hair. It feels so good. I cant's exactly explain it.

Like layers of dirt and semen is being washed away.

My shower ends uneventfully after I had washed my body and my hair. I stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel off the towel rack and dried my hair messily. I dried my body and look at the pile of clothes on the bathroom counter.

I see hot pink panties folded neatly on top of a pair of equally neatly folded black skinny jeans and under the jeans is a some shirt with some band on it or something. I tug on the clothes, feeling that they fit perfectly.

I gather my pjs and ublock the door before stepping out. Claude is humming and lathering peanut butter on an Eggo waffle. I carelessly throw my clothes on to my bed and turn off the light as I leave.

Claude smiles at me the same warm smile, "I hope your clothes fit, Kiaran." I nod, folding my hands neatly behind my back, "Yes, Master." Claude hand me a plate of warm, peanut butter covered Eggo waffles bathed in syrup. I sit down at- which I now proclaim as- my usual spot. Claude sits across from me, with no plate.

I look at him, "No breakfast again, Master?"

Claude leans forward and smirks, "Not hungry."

I look down at my breakfast before cutting a price and shoving it in to my mouth. Claude looks at my plate, and he says eventually, "Kiaran. I never lie. I have not lied yet."

I chew and swallow, setting my fork and knife down. I look at Claude and Claude looks at me.

"Kiaran...I knew you were at the Market. It was no coincidence I found you. I tracked you."

My look turns suspicious and I ask, "Why?"

"Because I love you, Kiaran."

He reaches out and holds my left hand loosely, "I have since I saw you last month."

Love? Claude loves me? No. He loves how I look. My ugly self.

I look up at Claude and rip my tiny hand from his grasp. "Liar," I yell, using my now free hand to fling my breakfast onto the floor. The moment Claude's eyes flicker to the food on the floor, I bolt.

I run to the front door- which is not far from the dining table- and rip it open, running out. You stupid, stupid boy. Claude doesn't love you.

I find out Claude lives in an apartment complex, but my mind is working too fast to care much. My little bare feet slap against the cold sidewalk. It's raining.

The water droplets land on my skin and I look back at Claude's apartment building. I ran away. I ran away. Shit. Master will be pissed.

Panic takes hold and I dart down the sidewalk, ignoring the stinging pain. My breath comes out in a white fog and the air is freezing my lungs and I'm wet but I don't care. I jump off the curb and my feet hit wet street.

Run. Run. Run. Run.

...

I somehow end up on the other side of the apartment complex. It's now obvious that Claude doesn't live near the Market. I make a mental note to ask him where we are. I sit down on the curb, knowing my pants will get what but I don't give a damn.

I look down at my aching feet and scowl. The rain soaks my clothes further and I shiver, pulling my knees to my chest. I look at the wet road and I hear a car rumble. It drives pass me without much of a second thought.

Just like every one else. I'm just a toy, I'm just a whore. I'm nothing special to anybody.

"Kiaran, baby," I hear a familiar voice say softly over the pounding of rain. I look up through my bangs that are sticking to my face.

"Master," I breathe softly and Claude smiles before sitting beside me. I tense and Claude wraps an arm around my shoulder.

"Kiaran, I'm sorry. But I have to ask. Why did you run?"

"I was scared."

"I see"

"Do you, Master?"

"I do, Kiaran. Lets get out of this rain before you get sick."

Claude carries me back to his apartment. No harsh words, no punishments. Just the pounding of the the light drizzle.

...

I curl up on the couch, my head in Claude's lap. Claude pets my hair, and I pull the blanket over my shoulders. He's warm. Very warm. Claude runs his nimble fingers through my hair.

"Want to sit in my lap, little baby?"

I nod and sit up, yawning. I crawl into Claude's lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms settle around my hips. "You're beautiful, Kiaran," he whispers to me. I close my eyes, "Am I, Master?" Claude puts his chin on top of my head, "Yes. You are very beautiful, Kiaran. Inside and out."

"No one's ever told me that before, Master."

"That's because you've never been truly loved before, Kiaran. If...if you'll just let me try..."

I open my eyes and look at Claude, his golden eyes so warm and true. "Master...," my breath hitches and I take my arms away from his neck.

"Master...I don't..."

Claude smiles in that sweet way, intertwining our fingers, "I know you're nervous. It's okay. I know you're broken, but take a chance. Let me try."

I look down at our hands. Our hands. He's holding my hands. So tightly, possessively.

But gently.

I nod, "M-Master?"

"Will you let me try, Kiaran?"

I nod, "Yes, Master."

...

The rest of the day passes slowly. Claude, I find out, is lazy on rainy days.

...

Claude got Wendy's for dinner. I like Wendy's, I also conclude, more than McDonald's. Bed time came from behind me. I was suprised to see it was already ten at night. I was drowsy, and Claude sensed it. He smiles and picks me up off the couch where I was laying.

He changes me from my clothes to my pjs from the night before. He tucks me in and kisses my forehead, whispering his, "Good night, little baby," into my ear.

...

I woke the next morning and Claude was gone. I figured he must be at work or something. I stretch and jump out of bed, not bothering to change out of my Claude's shirt, panties, socks pjs. I don't bother with breakfast- I don't know how to cook anything.

The apartment is empty without Claude. It's silent. It's creepy.

...

Around noon, I ventured outside. I put on some shorts that barely covered my ass. Stupid Claude and his damn pervertedness. My hightop converse thumped against the still wet pavement. Claude still hasn't returned, and I don't see his car any where.

While it's not raining, the sky still stays a gloomy, dingy, pasty gray. I like it. A dog barks as I stroll past the window it's looking out of.

I never cared much for dogs. Mostly because my Daddy owned a dog. It was too loud and it pooped too much. I continue my stroll until I feel someone staring across the street is looking at me closely. I pause my walking, behind myself.

I see my daddy. No.

He stares back at me and I blink a few times. I should really be getting back to the apartment now. I turn on my heel and begin to walk back the way I came.

I see Claude's car parked and I breathe a sigh of relief, walking faster.

I round a corner quickly, looking down at the ground. I bump into someone and I look up, "I'm-"

It's my daddy. "Kiaran," he says softly, "I missed you." I shake my head quickly, tears forming in my eyes, "N-No. You aren't real!" Daddy frowns, "Why would that be?"

I turn around again, deciding to take the long route back. Daddy isn't here. Daddy isn't here. This isn't happening. I make it to Claude's door, and my hand is on the handle.

"Kiaran, let me explain."

I turn around and Daddy's crimson eyes look down at me, "No! You sold me! Go away!"

"Kiaran I-"

"Dont," I warn, closing my eyes as a few tears trickle down my cheeks, "Just don't say it. You don't love me and you aren't sorry." Daddy opens his mouth again to say something, but the door behind me opens,

"Kiaran?"

I turn around and look at Claude. He crouches down to my level and wipes my tears, "What's going on?" I twist to look at Daddy again, but he's gone now. I sob loudly and hug Claude's neck. His strong arms wrap around me and I sob into his skin. Claude whispers softly, "Shh...It's okay, We have some leftover bacon from yesterday. Would you like some?"

I nod and Claude picks me up, closing the door with his foot and I cling to him desperatley.

It hits me rather suddenly, this realization.

I realize that Claude loves me. And I love him.