III.

I'm the bitch you hated.

-Prodigy

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The following is a letter drafted by Sebastian Valmont:

Kathryn,

Listen, you stupid—

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It was all sorts of wrong.

As Sebastian Valmont slipped inside his stepsister's room at two thirty in the morning, he realized just how surreal this situation was. Here they were, despite the fact that she had been outed in front of Manchester Prep and the fact that they had only resorted to letters now, he was still sneaking into her bedroom in the middle of the night. He shut the door quietly and remembered the letter he had started to write only to stop just after three words. Three fucking words. It would have been so easy to continue this diatribe with her, this war in letters, but somehow after reading her last letter it didn't seem sufficient anymore.

After rereading it multiple times, he had tried forming a suitable reply to counteract the many insults she had hurled his way, only to realize that he couldn't. Not because he didn't want to, because he did. But for some reason it just felt… peculiar.

It was then that he realized he had to see her. Not to fuck her or break her out like she had asked him to (because he was certainly not her fucking lapdog), but to just… see her. Because maybe he needed to again.

He crept across the spacious room and found her sans her usual silk negligee; instead her body was clad in a pair of drawstring pants and a tank top that outlined the curve of her breasts. He felt his mouth grow dry at the sight of her and quickly mentally kicked himself. Then he realized that it didn't matter whether or not he found her attractive even though she looked common, he knew that the attraction would go away once she opened her mouth. Her mouth was slightly open and she had a plastic bracelet around her thin wrist, which then dangled off the edge of the bed while she slept.

Unable to not let her know of his surprise visit, he sat on the chair beside her and used his finger to trace a line on her wrist lightly.

"Wake up, baby sister." He whispered, drawing circles on her wrist until she stirred.

One sleepy green eye peeked at him, to be followed by the opening of the other one. They remained like that for a few seconds as she blinked her eyes steadily to rid herself of the remaining drowsiness she'd felt.

"You know for about the first five seconds of you waking up, you look like you actually have a soul. It's amazing, really."

"Where is it?" she asked quietly, taking her arm from him.

"Where's what?"

"The knife you're going to backstab me with again."

"My, aren't we getting tad too melodramatic?"

"What are you doing here, Sebastian?" she said curtly, sitting up. "I should fucking kill you right now. You know that, right? Didn't Dr. Murdoch tell you how I've fantasized about killing you?"

"Mm no, but you've fantasized about me?"

"Fuck you." Kathryn snapped, glaring at him.

"Fuck you, too." He replied, looking her over. "You lost weight."

"No shit, fuckwit. Got any more bright observations like 'the sky is black' or 'the stars are bright'?"

"Oh, sis… Can't we just get along?"

"My alarm clock will get along well with your jaw. Just give me a few seconds to throw it."

Just when he thought she was kidding, she actually reached for her alarm clock. He quickly grabbed her wrist and his weight overcame hers, the fell off the bed and landed in an undignified manner. She accidentally kneed his stomach and he hit her face with his arm while wrestling the clock from her grasp.

"Get off me!"

"Stop moving and let go of that and I will!"

"It's my fucking alarm clock, Valmont! Get the fuck off or I'm screaming!"

"Ow! Fuck, Kathryn!"

"That's exactly what you'll never get to do!"

"Why would I want to fuck a whore like you??"

She finally succeeded and pushing him away, smiling cruelly while his head banged against the dresser.

"That hurt." He complained, frowning at her.

"It's supposed to."

He stood up and held out a hand for her, only she stared at it as though he had just shown her he had two dicks. Her eyes narrowed with deep loathing and distrust and her upper lip curled in disdain.

"The hell I'm letting you pull me up."

"Why not? I've got a good grip."

"Oh, I remember well. I felt it when you were dragging me to hell with your feigned death."

She stood up and crossed her arms over her chest protectively, her entire body shaking.

"Why the hell are you shaking? It's not even cold."

"I have an 'addiction' remember? Blaine isn't exactly around to help me out."

"I'm here."

"Sebastian, I trust you about as much as I trust Annette."

"So you trust Annette with your life then."

"Did you feel compelled to travel millions of fucking miles just to put up this clever banter with me? I have to tell you, it's getting pathetic."

"What's pathetic is you, Kathryn."

"Really?" Her smile was mocking and her expression clearly implied that she knew something he didn't.

"Really."

"Pathetic. Me. What about you? You tell me that you love her, that in all probability, she's the one. The love of your life. You sacrificed everything we had for her, and yet here you are. Look around, Valmont. You're not in Kansas anymore. You're with the evil little bitch…" she cooed, waggling a finger at him. "Why don't you just go ahead, click your ruby slippers and get the fuck out of my life?"

"I'm already out of your life! I'm so far fucking gone you're never going to reach me ever again with your mindfucks and teasing!"

"Prove it."

"How?"

"Get out."

"Do you ever realize how many times we've fought like this? How many times I've told you I hated you and how many times you've told me to get the fuck out of your life?"

"Get to the point."

"It never works. We always got back together. Why is that?"

"It's not going to work this time. You ruined my fucking life, you fucking betrayed me and now you want things back like they were? Are you fucking deluded? No amount of charm can ever get you out of this, you fucking asshole. I said it once and I'll say it again. I will fucking destroy you once I get out of here."

She slapped him. Hard. It felt like his neck had been snapped in two, but he only looked at her. She still hadn't stopped shaking, her once calm eyes were now clearly full of fury and she was breathing heavily.

"I suppose forgive and forget is out of the question?" he kept his tone light, yet the mockery never escaped Kathryn. The perverse part of him enjoyed pushing her buttons like that, and as long as that side of him reigned, he wanted to hold on to it as much as he can before the other side, yes that side of him that cared for her overcame him. "And here I thought we were going to kiss and makeup just like old times."

"Don't you dare make a mockery out of me!" she finally raised her voice, shoving him so hard he nearly stumbled.

"Why not? The entire school's doing it. They're calling you the evil whore nowadays. I even think a few sex tapes might surface… Although I wouldn't really be surprised if there was any You've fucked half the people in New York and most of them were total perverted losers. In fact, if Tiffany disowns you, you could really enter the porn industry. You'd fit right in with the sluts there."

Her breath caught. For the briefest moment she looked like she was going to cry, but her anger overruled her. It kept her completely safe and she picked up the alarm clock and hurled it at the mirror, making him jump as the glass broke.

"FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU!"

"Aww, how sweet."

She picked a particularly large and dangerous looking shard up and suddenly threw herself at him, as his arms automatically went to support his weight against the dresser, he found himself inches from her face as she stared down at him and the piece of glass cutting through his throat.

"Don't you ever push me like this again." She hissed angrily, "Because unlike you, I have nothing to lose."

There was something wet running down his skin and he was sure it was blood.

"Let go." He answered as calmly as he could. His hands had grown cold and he felt like he was staring directly into Satan's soulless eyes.

"You told me she was the love of your life." Kathryn whispered, placing her forehead against his.

"She is." His voice broke. My God. What the fuck was going on? Something was very wrong…

"Guess what." She continued as she leaned fully against him. He could feel her ribs against his skin and it was difficult to ever believe that it was her.

"What?" he replied in spite of himself, his heart was now pounding like crazy and a part of him wanted to take back everything that had happened in the past few minutes because everything had gone out of hand. He felt his entire body break in cold sweat and his heart race in panic.

"You were mine."

She stepped back and smiled at him sadly, tears running down her face. "You were mine, Valmont. Just you. I never replaced you. Not even once."

She slit her left wrist open as hard as she could and fell down before he could even fathom what was happening. He heard himself scream and try as he could; he wasn't able to catch her as she fell. Her body hit the floor hard and her large green eyes, the ones he'd once thought were so engaging and sensual blinked drowsily as the blood from her wrist created a puddle on the floor.

"Jesus, Kathryn! God NO DON'T DO THIS!" he opened the door and screamed for help, but nobody ever came quickly. It seemed as though time had been suspended and for that particular moment it was just them—just how it's always been.

"Murderer." She rasped, twitching slightly. "You should have never provoked me you knew I was unstable… You… you knew it and you… This… unh… It's what…you…wanted…"

"I never meant for this to happen!" he rocked her body back and forth, desperation clearly written all over his handsome features. "Oh, God I'm so sorry Kathryn… Don't… Please…"

She held her open wrist and brushed it against his face, smearing blood all over his cheek.

"You're asking for forgiveness, for something to make you stop thinking this wasn't your fault…" she winced and her head rolled back. "You're not going to get that, Sebastian. I told you I'd fucking destroy you. No matter what it fuck…no matter what it fucking took… Now I've done it…"

There were no words full of wisdom, no promises of love or goodbye or forgiveness ever made that night. As fate would have it, the attendants only rushed about a millisecond after Kathryn breathed her last and they found a bloodstained Sebastian in shock and tears holding her against him tightly.

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The following letter was found on Kathryn Merteuil's grave by Sebastian Valmont two years after her death—

Hello, big brother—

Wipe the shock from your face now before I die from laughing. Oh wait, I'm already dead, right?

Eye for an eye, wouldn't you agree? Whoever said you were the only one good at playing dead?

You stupid fuck. Were you really that thickheaded that you would think for a fucking second I'd off myself because of you? My God. I think you really did. You were always such an insufferable arrogant jackass.

I'll tell you this much: I wasn't lying when I said you were the love of my life, but then again I'm really already dead so I suppose you aren't anymore. Shocked? I'll say it again. You were the love of my life. What else can I call it? You were my other half, never my plaything. Just mine. Maybe I was yours and you never knew it. It doesn't really matter now, does it? Because you've lost me. I've cost you everything. No more Annette I assume. Well actually, I know she's not a part of your life anymore. I had someone check up on the little bitch and imagine my surprise upon realizing that she's actually engaged to someone else, not to mention knocked up? I suppose your days of making love opened the door for her to spread her legs for any other man who'd pay attention. What happened to 'She's the love of my life, Kathryn?' or 'I love her', or even 'She's the one'? I told you she wasn't right for you, remember? But no, you never listened. I told you I was the one for you, but no... You just had to fuck me over like that. Now you can just rot in hell. I fucking loved you. I would have given you everything if you had just been patient but then again, you were never a patient man were you? Too bad. Now it's all gone.

Of course, being just a tad bit curious I had someone check up on you as well. And no, it isn't Blaine (not that you'll take my word for it, but you should in this case. Do you honestly think I'm that predictable? You won't find me unless I want you to find me.). So… Somebody else has been seeing a shrink as well… Might I recommend Dr. Murdoch, your dearest friend?And the drinking… And my funeral… Awww. By any chance, were you able to notice the man in the blue suit opposite you? He'd been videotaping your face while everybody else mourned for me. Thank you for the entertainment. I nearly had a heart attack laughing at the tears running down your face. Did it hurt watching me die, knowing you were the one responsible? I hope it did. No, wait. I know it did. I had been counting on it to hurt.

I would have let another year pass but I figured I'd finally let it all be known. Game over, shitface. I win. I told you I always did.

-K

PS. You should have heard yourself cry like a little bitch that night. Priceless.

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He stuffed the letter in his jacket pocket and swallowed thickly. As he felt the wind pick up, he caught himself smiling for the first time.There was plenty of time to be angry later... Preferrably when she was right in front of him.

First things first. He was going to track her down, fuck her like crazy, and settle things once and for all.

A/N:. I tried. I really did. The style didn't work. Hahaha. So nobody loves this story but me. But it's okay. I liked the ending anyway. Sometimes I just get tired of all their emotional baggage it's fun writing a mindfuck story like this.