True fans, *who have read everything I have written, will note the significance of this date in relation to myself so... let's have a little competition shall we? The first person to realise why this date is important will get a fic dedicated to their honour.

That is ...THREE chapters or more.

Good luck.

1996.

February 11th.

It was snowing. Not as much as in previous days but, in some places, it was still snowing. Here especially. It didn't really bother me since temperature didn't any more. I watched the flakes fall, some very similar in design but none the same as any other. It had been snowing the night I was born and the night my parents died. Snow, as white and as pure as it was supposed to be, was something like a death omen for me now. Everything dies in the snow. Everything goes cold and freezes over when it snows.

The significance of this day wasn't made known until what I'll explain later.

It was ice blue cold in the flat in which I took up residence. No heating, no electric. I had the money, of course, but I just didn't need it. My lips turned blue but I no longer knew what it meant to be truly cold. I remained in my room during the thunderstorms that still had me cowering under my duvet and I perched on the window sill when it snowed a little. I wondered if Sebastian knew how old I was now, if he thought about me at all. I had long since forgotten my age but I could probably calculate it if I could be bothered. About a century and twenty years by now, I should think.

My bare toes curled in the snow on the window sill as I looked out across the court yard, watching children of around twelve or thirteen years play in a make-shift playground. They were playing games that I had never been able to play as a child due to my poor health. Obviously that wasn't an issue now. I had passed them as they played once or twice and they had stopped to stare at me, possibly about to ask if I wanted to join in but I carried on my way as they continued to stare. Part of me wondered if they could sense what I was.

I closed my eyes, resting my head against the window frame, turning my face up to the sun. I could feel the rays on my skin but I didn't feel the warmth of it. I could, however, sense the warmth of the bodies of the children playing just a few hundred yards away. More specifically, I could sense the warmth of the blood pulsing through their veins and the warm, glowing aura of their souls.

Then I felt something odd, something dark. It was dark and twisted, full of pure sin and such exquisite hate and despair that it made my heart sing. My eyes cracked open then widened as a saw something I never thought I would. Surely I was mistaken? Surely that scruffy, black hair and scrawny structure did not belong to who I thought it did? The black nails must be a trick of the light, the pale skin must be due to the sun's glow on the snow... right? It couldn't be, couldn't possibly be … "Sebastian..."

The whisper carried off through the air and the man in question looked up, his eyes hard and cold; colder than I'd seen them in a long time. He stormed into the building and kick in my door. He was angry, furious even. The demon strode over and grabbed me by the collar and I stared at him through wide eyes. I confess I was terrified; he was older than me, bigger and stronger.

It was the first time Sebastian's touch didn't make me feel safe.

"What did you do?" He hissed at me but I could only gape at him, mesmerised by how beautiful he was even when in such a fury. When I made no response, he shook me so hard that his hands punched into my collar bone. "What did you do!" he demanded again, louder this time.

"I don't..."

He threw me across the room, my back smacking against the wall. "Don't you dare say you don't know what I mean." he hissed, consumed by such a wrath, the likes of which I had never seen before. "Don't you dare."

The problem with this demand was that I honestly had no idea what he meant so I remained silent, ignoring the blood dribbling out of my caved-in skull. It was healing but I was too young for it to heal as fast as it needed. I felt faint and dizzy. Like I had been on a round-about that had been going too fast for too long. "Seb..." I couldn't say much more, still trying to maintain consciousness. "Didn't...do..."

"Liar." I felt his foot in my stomach, bruising the flesh and muscles beneath. I think I might have screamed. I know I made some kind of noise because he kept demanding that I shut up, that I stop being so pathetic. "You hated her. It had to be you! Who else would have..." he growled and suddenly I couldn't breathe, his hands around my neck.

I held up no resistance; why should I? I always knew I would die at his hand and I had been running on borrowed time anyway.

Then he let go of me and I gasped for air like a fish out of water, trembling with everything but rage. How could I be angry with him when I deserved such treatment for loving a demon? Besides, I was too confused to be angry. What had I done to make Sebastian react so … violently?

He kept asking why I had done it but done what? I didn't understand. He just hurt me some more when I was silent and then he took to progressing in his methods of torture when I said I didn't know what he meant.

Eventually, God granted me mercy as a blow to my fractured skull knocked me out. Sebastian had no choice but to pause. I was unconscious, broken and bloody. Not really something you even could get information out of even if you were a professional.

And so, I slept, taking what rest and healing time I could so that I was ready for the pain that would come upon my awakening.

*clue