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Chapter 3—

I love the feeling I get when I see a starless night sky. It means hope and light are replaced by utter darkness. Water slowly moves in and out of my ears. So this is what calmness feels like. Why have I never done this before?

It had been a hot summer day, the kind of day where you sweat involuntarily and feel disgusted with yourself. The heat only made it all the more easier for me to get angry for no other reason than to distract myself. Of course, who else is more fun to mess around with than Sebastian? I don't how it started but I do know that by the end of the fight, I had stormed out while his face had gone beet red. I had headed over to one of the hotels our family always has a suite booked at and stayed there.

After a little nap I had taken, I woke up to find that night had fallen and I decided to visit one of the outdoor pools which leads to where I am now. Floating. I close my eyes and find that my whole body has relaxed itself. No stress. No worries. No hidden anger. No Sebastian.

"So this is where you've been hiding yourself."

Oh God. I can already feel my muscles begin to tighten again.

"Mind if I join you?"

I groan in response. Before I can tell him to fuck off, he has dived into the pool causing a large splash to throw me off balance. Why does he have such a desire to do this to me all the time?

"Sebastian!" I scream as I wipe my face in frustration.

I hear nothing for a few seconds and frantically look underwater to see where he disappeared to. I spot someone moving below me and before I can move out of the way, he has pulled me underwater and started to cut off my oxygen with his lips. I try to push his arms off me but my size and lack of muscles make this difficult. I eventually give in like I do and soon he brings us back up to the surface. After a quick intake of air, I place my arms around his neck and a big goofy smile comes through before I can stop it.

"You're cute when you're happy."

This makes me smile even more in a way that I wish I could stop.

"Smug bastard."

"Insecure little whore."

I smirk at him and for a split second he returns it before I kick him with my right knee while he groans in pain and releases me. I laugh freely while I swim away from him. Once I'm at a safe distance, I start splashing him with huge waves while he yells in protest.

"I can't fucking see Kathryn! Stop that this instant!"

I continue laughing until I feel a force hit me from the bottom and suddenly find myself pinned against the pool wall. I turn my head when he tries to swoop in for a kiss. He tries to make me vulnerable by lightly touching one of my weak spots. I retaliate by putting my hand in his trunks and slowly tracing him. He lets go and I continue for another minute before I pull out and push him away. I only smirk at him when he lets out an indignant cry. Serves him right.

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Shmm… hah…. Shmm…. Hah…. Shmm… hah…

God Sebastian likes to breathe. All right fine, I do too. I mean how can I not like to breathe? I'd be dead if I didn't. There's something about waking up at night though to the sound of someone breathing. It makes me feel like I want to suffocate the person so I can continue drifting off into blackness. I never did dream when I slept. Everything is void. Reality comforts me.

Instead of moving back to the suite, we stayed out on the deck and settled for one of the lush couches. We were a little worn out after our activities in the pool. I had somehow ended up curled around his side and resting my head on his bare chest when I distinctly remember falling asleep away from him. I need to move before he notices.

I start to extract myself when his arms begin to hold my body in place and tighten its hold any time I shift. Shit, I'm really actually starting to not be able to breathe. I move my head towards his ear.

"Sebastian." I hiss angrily.

He mumbles and moves his head towards my neck in response.

"Sebastian!"

"What?" He manages to get out.

"Loosen your grip. I can't breathe."

He moves away from my neck and blinks blearily at me like he had been sleeping for hundreds of years and I was the first person he'd seen for a long time. He loosens his hold just enough that I can breathe a little.

"Jesus. You really need to stop doing that. You know how cutting off…"

"Would you shut up already? I was actually enjoying my dream but you had to go and wake me up. The least you can do is have the decency to let me be after I heeded to your request."

"You did not. I'm still in your arms…"

"Where you should be. Now get back to sleep."

I scowl at him as he gets comfortable again. He smiles before he closes his eyes again. After a few minutes, I decide to have some fun.

"Sebastian" I whisper seductively into his ear.

No response.

"OH Sebastian. I'm almost there! Deeper. Fuck. Deeper." I begin to hiss louder.

He continues sleeping but he has gone almost rock solid. I pump him slowly and gently through his trunks while I whisper some more to him.

"Come with me."

And he does come, in a rapid pace as I manage to get off the couch and stride away from him laughing my way to the elevator. He shouldn't wake up until morning when others will be crowding around the pool area. I heard there was some sort of press conference there at 9am for a movie. About time I got him back for the Lake Tahoe incident.

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Am I sick to say that this feels right? Then again, I am already sick. I ponder over this as the light leaves her eyes and watch as my hands tighten even more around the blade handle. The gushes of blood have now morphed into droplets. It makes me think her body is crying, crying for her sins. Sanctimonious bitch. Still trying to act like a saint from her soon-to-be grave. Thou shall not steal what doesn't belong to oneself. Unless, of course, if your intentions were never pure in the first place.

Have a nice afterlife Annette.

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