And the Butchery Begins
Chapter 6:
What We Choose to Reveal
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After all, we are nothing more or less than what we choose to reveal.
Sebastian learned long ago that generosity held it's own kind of power.
Take this afternoon for instance. He was graciously allowing Manchester to hold it's annual autumnal mixer at his aunt's estate even though he was no longer welcomed at their school. He does this for two reasons. One, he figures if Kathryn's scheme works out this bit of kindness will go a long way with the school board and two, having the party at the estate meant he could attend, giving him access to all the fresh meat currently on display.
The party was held out in the garden under white tents with the afternoon sun bathing everything in gilded light. It was the kind of soiree Fitzgerald used to yammer on about. The upper crust reveling in their wealth and privilege. What a fine sight it was.
It was also incredibly boring.
The mixer was yet another excuse for the faculty to mingle with students and their wealthy parents. As if there weren't enough of these damn things already. Under normal circumstances Sebastian wouldn't be caught dead at a gathering like this but unfortunately the situation dictated he make an appearance.
Sebastian was on a hunting expedition and therefor was keeping a low profile. He had forgone his regular black ensemble in favor of a crisp gray suit at the insistence of his sister.
"We can't have you looking like the big, bad wolf," she chastised.
He knew how to dress, thank you very much, but sometimes it was just easier to let her have her way.
Resting against an oak tree located on the edge of the party, he broods silently while perusing the crowd. There were plenty of lovely morsels on display, pretty gazelle's ripe for the picking. He makes eye contact with a few, receiving pretty blushes and coquettish smiles. A half dozen of them blatantly eye fuck him back. This was interesting, but also the exact opposite of what he was after. He needed innocence.
"See anything you like?"
He turns to find Kathryn at his side looking fetching in her dark maroon dress and weapon sharp heels. "Not yet," he informs her. Skeptically eying the drink in her hand he asks, "Water?"
"Vodka"
Sebastian takes the glass from her and downs half of it. She makes an amused sound. "Going that well is it?"
"Finding a virgin at Manchester is like trying to locate a hard dick at a dyke bar," he grumbles. Casting another look around the party his gaze lands on the headmasters daughter, currently sitting by herself under a tree, her head buried in some Jane Austen. "Speaking of virgins...how goes it with Miss. Seventeen magazine?"
Kathryn sighs, her gaze following his. As if sensing their eyes on her the blonde looks up and spots them looking at her. Blushing she quickly returns her attentions to her book. His sister's lips quirk in a smirk. "I'd say right on schedule."
"My, she is a comely thing isn't she," he observes. Indeed he might have targeted her for himself had circumstances been different.
Kathryn opens her mouth to reply, but whatever she's going to say dies on her tongue when a nearby scene distracts her. Bunny Caldwell, the tight ass, new-moneyed socialite and her freshman daughter were currently in the middle of a not very discreet spat. They were currently drawing the attention of a few guests.
"M-om!" The girl, who's name escaped him, had a shrill whine that cut through his ears like glass. With her arms crossed to her chest and the scowl on her face she rather resembled a screaming brat at Toys R'Us. Practically stomping her feet she exclaimed, "You're ruining my life!"
"Well I created that life! I can do whatever I choose fit with it!" Caldwell hisses back. Noticing the curious eyeballs on them she let's out a tiny, fake laugh, forcing a smile as she tells her daughter, "We'll discuss this later Cecile."
Running a hand through her stiff bob Bunny glides back into the party leaving her daughter to pout on the sidelines. Sebastian considered the girl. She was clearly completely socially inept and a total brat, but possibly not without charm. Dressed in a mini skirt, flats and an absolutely ridiculous, koala bear shirt stretched over her non-existent chest, she looked all of twelve years old. but Sebastian would bet money she was at least fourteen. However, it wasn't young Cecile that interested him so much as her mother.
It wasn't sexual, Sebastian wasn't really into necrophilia. It was her blatant desperation that got his attention. She was so eager to be accepted by these affluent vultures it was pathetic.
It was also perfect for his plan.
His interest must have shown all over his face as Kathryn leaned in and wickedly observed, "Well, it looks like you've found your dick Valmont."
He smiles blandly as she plucks the drink from his hand then saunters off, leaving only a vague lingering scent of her perfume.
Sebastian finally leaves his spot at the tree and crosses over to the party. Snatching a pink rose from one of the center pieces he circles around until he's standing directly behind his prey, currently slumped over on a bench. He taps her shoulder with the rose and when she turns he quickly steps out of view and plants himself directly beside her. Turning back Cecile jumps just slightly at his presence.
Sebastian smiles, all teeth. Enter the big bad wolf.
"Well, hello there."
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