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AN: Hello! SmilingChipmunk is back in tha house! How is everyone? Doing fantastical, I hope. Just a recap, Phia is wondering whether she should just let Sebastian nom away. Just a bit of a warning, if you're squeamish, skip the flashbacks. Hope you enjoy!

And what a lovely time to fall into a moment, a relapse of utter insanity. I felt my head start to ache and my mentality draining away, wondering which memory I would fall into this time. I hope it wouldn't be too unpleasant.

"You have a different scream from the others…." A twisted hand with dirty, sharp claw like nails gripped my chin, forcing me to look up. I kept the smile of mild amusement off my face, replacing it with a pouty face and a shrug. Which was quite difficult considering the torturing contraption I was tied to. My arms were bound above me and my legs tied below, a rack if I wasn't mistaken. The person who was so kindly administering this torture was also the mortician, so his fixation with internal organs and dead/alive/half alive things was understandable. I couldn't quite remember what I was down here for, was it petty theft? Maybe an illicit adulterous affair with a noble and I was down here to be silenced! That would be much more interesting. Either way, I was down here for some odd reason, amusing the fancies of my dear torturer until he saw fit. Or I died. Same difference.

"Really? What scream am I supposed to have?" I asked innocently. He gripped my cheeks tighter and his nails dug into my cheek, giving me the image of a goldfish.

"Screams are beautiful music to my ears…I want to see what kinds of sounds I can force from pretty mouths like yours…" His words rasped out of his throat and over my face like a foul wave. "Some screams are shrill, hoarse, growled, piercing…but always in pain. Your scream…is almost fake…I want to hear real pain in your voice..." He kicked the wheel and two loud pops resounded around the chamber as my arms cracked out of their sockets. He released my cheeks in time to let me give a strangled yell.

"Hm…not quite…" He mused, grabbing a sharp poker from the fiery embers and flipping it in his hands idly.

"To win a girl's heart, you're going to have to be a bit slower than that…" I coughed, pursing my lips in a mock kiss. A gasping whine whistled out the corners of my mouth as he dragged the poker along my stomach, just enough to scorch and burn a trail across my stomach and not injure my internal organs. "N-now you're just…teasing…"

I screamed as he stabbed it through my thigh and he chucked malevolently.

"Getting closer…."

"You're a…" I groaned as he pulled a sharp knife out and pressed it against the corners of my lips. "Real charmer, love…" I teasingly licked the cold blade.

"Stop smiling!" He growled, cutting downwards through the flesh and into my cheek, tearing my mouth and cheek open. I didn't get a chance to shriek, as blood was quickly draining down my throat. But I flicked the other un-ripped side of my mouth up in a gargled giggle.

"You're….urgh…only m-maki-ing freel goooood…." I tried articulating the mocking and half truth words, choking several times on blood, and feeling disgustedly flippant about the fleshy flaps of my cheek.

"You're not right in the head, are you?" He hissed, dragging his nails across my forehead.

"Mister…I don't think you…have the r-right to say that…" I gasped.

"Ha! Compared to you…" He leaned closer, peering into my eyes like he was searching for treasure. "Your soul is rotten to the core…"

"Flattery will get you nowhere…" I coughed, spitting blood onto the floor and admiring the patterns it made. Phlegm, spit and blood didn't make a good combination to spit though, and excess blood just trailed down my chin in a slimy trail, making me wince in disdain.

"Disgusting….and yet you will not cry…you will not let the cleansing, pained and salty tears run down your sullied cheeks…" He laughed. "Will they be black? Tarnished by your filthy insides? Show me…"

The knife trailed up to my eyes and I sighed, using what energy I had left to tsk and shake my head at him.

"Hah…A common…mistake…" I panted. "You think…you can make me cry? Crueler men than you have tried…"I took a moment to drink in his expression of sudden but concealed wariness. I stared right back at him, the tip of the blade visible as a metallic shape in the corner of my eye. I wanted this man to remember me and have nightmares about me for the rest of his life. He would not forget these icy eyes and these shadowed words until the day he died.

"The day I cry, will be the day I die…and it will be from sheer joy and happiness. Even then, I will outlive your pitiful and putrid life, along with your deluded games of power, you, the practitioner of pain….you know nothing but fear, and you try to bury it among this hobby-"

"Shut up, bitch!" His wild eyes betrayed his angry cry, as he violently stabbed the knife into my eye. I ground my teeth together to stop the shout, and when the extreme wave of pain subsided to a level where I could still maintain consciousness and talk, moaned teasingly.

"There it is, that fear…how does it feel to be played by your 'victim'? Until the moment you are satisfied with your sick game and my heart stops beating….just know, I will always be in control." I grinned maliciously.

I did not speak again, only watched him try to force a reaction from me, and the insanity grow in his eyes.

Ha! So weak.

My heart stopped.

My chest tightened in agony, and I managed a whimper into Sebastian's ferocious kiss. I guessed the span of time from the time the memory started and ended there couldn't have been more than two, maybe three seconds.

I slipped out of his jacket, lips still trapped by his and his tongue now shamelessly running along the puncture wound on my lip his teeth had left. I shoved the jacket into him, pushing away and disentangling myself in a swift movement. Water splashed around me and up my legs as I stumbled backwards, slipping on a particularly water worn rock.

Ah, this water….much more pleasant than the last murky river I drowned in.

Then, another lapse as bubbles escaped from my mouth.

"Get out of the way, boy!" A gruff hand shoved me out of the way into a small alleyway.

"Sorry, sir." I mumbled, adjusting the cap on my head and dusting myself off. I used my small arms to climb onto a few boxes, and use the gutter to scramble onto the roof, sending a few stray tiles flying off it. "Oh darn, I hate being so small…"

I tripped and slid along the roof tops, finally tumbling down into the alley and onto the small homey nest I had made for myself and my little brother.

"Sis!" Marcus exclaimed excitedly, scrambling up to greet me. It was most likely due to my original body, but most of the time I was female, even in animals, but in some cases, it was better to be male in society's eyes, even if it was just to stop being sold as a concubine and such.

"Marc! Didja listen to me and stay put?" I clapped him lightly on the back.

"Ya!" He grinned. I caught the lie immediately.

"Look atcha! You're getting better at lying already!" I laughed. He sniffed and rubbed his nose with a proud look. "But what'd I say about lyin' ta me?" I whacked the back of his head.

"Ouch! Arright, I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" He clutched at his head.

"You bet your ass you won't!" I sniffed, but then whipped out the bread I hid behind my back. His eyes lit up and I frowned at his scrawny stature. "You're filthy, wipe your hands!" I scolded.

"Aw man, but I'm hungry!" Marcus whined. "Everything's dirty anyway."

"Shaddup, ya little bugger." I rubbed at his hands with his sleeves, and spat on my hand to clean the smudges of mud off his face. He squirmed away and grabbed at the food, and I handed it to him, chuckling.

"Fanks! Ya know, if you'd just let me-"Crumbs flew through the air as he spoke and I flicked him on the forehead.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." I scolded. "And no, you can't go out and steal stuff with me."

Marcus swallowed, coughing a little.

"Why not? I can do it!"

"'Cause you're awful, you're gonna get caught, and I ain't saving your sorry ass." I dove into the dirty rags and threw off my cap, letting the hair that was getting a bit long out.

"But ya stopped teaching me!" He whined.

"I got bored." I laughed, and choked on it as he half jumped, half tackled me into the ground. "Just sleep, alright? I'll teach you when you're ready."

Marcus hmphed, but curled up next to me for warmth and snuggled into my shoulder. Winter was approaching….

"You filthy brat! Give that back!" I heard an angry yell behind me and cringed inwardly. Sure enough, when I turned around, the apron wearing man had Marcus by the scruff of the collar, his other hand tearing Marcus' hand out of his jacket to reveal the apple he stole. I shook my head and ran up, grabbing the large man's sleeve.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'll pay for it-"I started but was shoved to the side. Marcus had a terrified look on his face and I dusted myself off.

"Scum, every one of you!" He growled, shaking Marcus roughly.

"Excuse me sir, I'll have to ask you to unhand my little brother." I smiled angelically and pulled Marcus' jacket back.

"Shut up, you're all just filth off the street!" He snarled, raising a hand to undoubtedly hit one of us.

"Run, and don't stop until I find you." I whispered, yanking Marcus out of his reach. I shoved Marcus roughly behind me and ducked under the swing, shoving over the shopkeeper's stall piled with apples. They scattered and rolled all over the street, attracting even more attention.

"You fucking brat! I'll kill you!" He dove for me and I sprinted out of reach, my footsteps slamming against the cobblestones. "Get back here!"

"Nuh uh! You look angry! I dun wanna get killed!" I called over my shoulder. A loose stone caught my foot and I stumbled, not falling but slowing considerably as I tried to regain my balance. His hand caught my cap, throwing it to the side and grabbing a handful of my hair.

"Ow!" I cried as he pulled me back and held my face close to his to glare at me.

"A fucking girl...no, just trash!" He threw me against the wall and my hands were too late to brace against it. My head slammed into it and stars exploded before my eyes as I fell to the ground.

"Damn…I hate being so small…" I mumbled as the first kick connected.

And I was underwater again, hair flowing around me like black seaweed.

Ah…no happy memories this time around…how utterly disappointing.

The water turned deep quickly, and my feet barely touched the ground as I swam lazily upwards, breaking the water surface and breathing in refreshingly. In a sudden scoop like motion, I was picked up with ease and launched out of the water. I was set down gently by Sebastian, who was now soaked as well, but much more indifferent than I was to the cold water.

"My deepest apologies, I did not mean to come across so strongly." He placed a hand on his heart, bowing forward ever so slightly.

"Don't be silly."I snatched up his jacket, swinging it around my shoulders again because the water had made my white night dress quite translucent. "But I'm afraid we're at a stalemate now. There's nowhere to go from here…"I squeezed water out of my hair, watching the drips with fragmented interest as Sebastian did the same with his white shirt.

"All you must do is say the words." Sebastian looked up from beneath his jet black and soaking hair that stuck to his face.

"What, 'please have my soul?' I'm afraid I can't do that~" I said in a sing song voice.

"You really do wish to test my patience." Sebastian let out an almost inaudible sigh.

"Ah, yes, don't all humans?" I giggled, padding lightly back through the forest. "They're just so darn tiresome, aren't they?"

"I can think of one particularly tiresome individual at this moment." Sebastian followed me silently.

"Well, that's either me or the little earl! Truth be told, I think I'm quite easy to handle in comparison. I certainly don't have you at my beck and call, fulfilling dreams of revenge and the Queen's every whim and worry." I drawled easily, feeling the cold air against my wet skin and shivering, slightly cursing Sebastian's indifference to the chilly air and calm demeanor.

Hmph. Demons sure have it nice.

"Jealousy befits you better than most, Miss. Knight." Dark amusement dripped out of his voice and I smiled.

"Dear me, aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves?" I giggled, squeezing more water out of my hair because it was dripping down my shoulders. I halted suddenly, tilting my head in thought. "But you're quite right. I do believe I want you allllll to myself. I find it quite unsavory that I have to share you." I pouted, like a child on the edge of a temper tantrum. Sebastian tilted his head minutely, glittering and fiery eyes sending warm shivers down my spine.

Oh, those eyes….how wonderfully sadistic!

I bit the inside of my cheek hard enough to draw blood, and I ran my tongue over the now two wounds in my mouth.

"Do you mean to suggest that I have won?" Sebastian said with a purring undertone.

"Certainly not! Don't be absurd, Sebastian!" I laughed, clapping my hands together in exaggerated amusement. "If anything, I feel like I'm closer to being the victor than you." I winked, meowing and putting my hands behind my head to form mock ears.

"Ah….cats, truly adorable creatures. Never have I met an embodiment of such an irresistible animal in a human." Sebastian closed his eyes, like he was envisaging the felines in all their cute glory, even blushing lightly. It was infinitely amusing that a demon could find such obsession with the clawed animals.

"It's quite simplistic, actually. Life as a cat…I don't know. I suppose I missed the drama human interference brought. Meeting a demon….it certainly didn't disappoint." I actually purred, a deep rumbling at the back of my throat that felt too natural to be normal. Not that anything that ever happened to me was normal.

"Neither did meeting one such as yourself. You caught me quite off guard." Sebastian murmured as the house came back into view.

"I aim to please." I smiled, but then frowned when I realised my room was on the second floor. I didn't want to go through the front, because I didn't have the keys, nor did I have anything I could use to pick the lock. "Do you think you could do me a favour, Sebassy?" Before the words were even fully out of my mouth, I was in the air and Sebastian was placing me back down onto the floor of my room.

"Anything else?"

"Nothing I can think of."I shrugged off his jacket and handed it back gratefully with a minute tilt of the head. He took it and folded it over his arm, only hesitating a moment before placing it over the back of a chair. "Are you planning on staying, dear Sebassy?" I raised a curious eyebrow. "I'm not that kind of girl, naughty demon."

"Ah, sadly, that was not my intention." He stepped up behind me as I turned around to adjust the pillows on my bed. He grabbed my cold arm from my side and raised it so it made ninety degrees with my body. His slightly damp and gloved hand flipped my hand so it was palm up, his hand slowly trailing up my arm and his hair tickling my shoulder as he leaned over.

"Really? Because that's not quite the impression I'm getting right now." I laughed, but I didn't move.

"I am merely worried you were injured in the lake, this is just a more entertaining method," Sebastian purposely said breathily, the soft air stroking my neck. I squirmed slightly, suppressing the insane giggles and rubbing my neck with my other hand.

"Entertaining, yes, tickling, no!" I scolded. He trailed his hand along my arm, twisting it gently teasingly. It ran along between my shoulder blades and to my other arm, eventually trailing down to my waist. "Are you doneeee?" I said in a sing song voice.

"Not until I can devour you…" He whispered into my ear, and I could almost feel the malicious smile.

"Nighty night, my terrifying dear." I stepped away and blew a half mocking kiss at him. I laughed when he pretended to catch the kiss and tip his head back, sharp teeth glinting as he 'ate' the air kiss.

"Goodnight, Miss. Phia." He lightly stepped onto the window sill, sending one last chilling smirk back before leaping deftly into the darkness.

"Just the nights, Sebastian. The nights belong to us." I giggled, knowing he could still hear me. I smiled and raised a finger to my lips. "Shhhhhh…."

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