Okay, sorry about the late update. wait, late update? This is only chapter two... No... That doesnt make sense... What about the other chapter. What. This doesnt make sense. Why does this say chapter two. Dafup bruh.

Oh. Oh. I get it. I see. I fucked up. Oops.

Ignore that.

Anyway, LATE UPDATE! OH NO! I don't even know why. Like, I don't. I have no excuses. Sorry.

Butttttt I'm back.

BUTT WEIGHT!

IM BACK!

nigahiga reference FOR THE WIN!

Basically what I'm trying to say I'm sorry here it is.

The bed Bianca Jones woke up in that evening was unbelievably comfortable. There was a down comforter covering her shoulders down. The bed was covered with slippery silk sheets, as was the fluffy pillow.

She snuggled down and was about to go back to sleep, when it hit her.

She didn't have silk sheets.

Her eyes flew open to reveal a plain white ceiling, with matching walls and carpet. The bedsheets were also white.

Her walls were light purple. She shot up in bed, but fell back against the pillows. Her head was pounding. She put a hand up to her temple to hopefully massage the pain away, and found a large egg-sized bump.

"What the hell?" She muttered.

The pain slowly receded to a low throb the longer she lay there.

The door to the room slowly opened, and someone peeked their head in. Upon finding her awake, quickly slipped out and closed the door.

Bianca had never seen that person before, adding to her confusion.

She supposed it was possible for her to be at a relatives house, but none of her relatives looked anything like the person who peeked in on her, and none of them had a room anything like this. She couldn't be in a hotel room, because clothes that she had never seen before were strewn around the ground. To the right of her, there was a night table. A large knife lay atop it, which scared her.

She racked her memory to try and find where she was.

Suddenly, everything that had happened at Albertson's can rushing back to her. The knife on the table besides her scared her a lot more now.

...

"M'Lord!" Amatis cried as she hurried down the glass stair case. "M'Lord!"

Sebastian turned away from the fridge. "What?"

"She's awake!"

Sebastian abandoned his search for something sweet or microwavable to eat and instead grabbed the small vile of the sticky pink-tinted fluid he had made earlier, and started up the stairs to his room.

He cautiously opened the door. Her hazel eyes met his black ones from his bed. She was gripping the comforter, fear written clearly across her face.

He ignored it. "Does your head hurt?" He asked, gruffly.

She clenched the covers harder. "Are you going to kill me?" She asked, her voice surprisingly steady.

Sebastian caught sight of the knife he left accidentally on the night table two days ago. "If I wanted to do that, I would have done it while you were sleeping." He sat down on the bed next to her and placed the vile next to the knife.

Her eyes didn't leave his gaze. "Maybe you're some sick person who wanted to wait until I was awake."

He had to admit, she was pretty brave. Her eyes were still fierce, even though she thought he wanted to kill her.

He admired that. But at the same time, a part of him felt the need to crush it.

He picked up the knife and looked at it thoughtfully, turning it around in his hands. It would be fairly entertaining to watch her scream as he sliced her up. He loved the feel of cutting through skin, and it would make the effort he made to bring her home worth it.

He glanced at her again. Her face was pale, but her eyes still as defiant as before. He pressed the edge of the knife the her cheek, and watched them widen with fear. He pressed a little harder. A small cut was made, and blood trickled down her face. Her knuckles were white from holding the edge of his blanket and her breathe was fast, almost to the point of hyperventilation.

He smiled, the demon side of him eating up her fear. He removed the knife, leaned down, and rested his lips just over her jaw, where the end of the blood stream from her cut was. He stuck out his tongue, and slowly ran it over her face, removing the blood from it. He could sense her tight muscles.

She's petrified.

He leaned away and observed her reaction. He could hear her heart pounding in her chest, but her eyes were blazing.

How interesting.

She was brave, that was for sure. He moved the hand bracing himself from the side of her head down next to her waist. He didn't understand why she wasn't crying yet.

She fascinated him. Maybe he would keep her a little longer.

"No, I'm not going to kill you," he whispered. Bianca didn't respond. She was still frozen with fear.

He grabbed the vile and uncapped it. It was a potion Valentine had showed him how to make. It worked similarly to an iraze, except it worked as a sleep drug too, and could be used on mundanes.

He lifted her head with one hand, to make it easier for her to swallow it.

"Is that poison?" She asked skeptically.

Sebastian smiled. "Maybe. I guess you're just going to have to find out." He brought the small glass container to her lips.

Bianca turned her head away. "No, I want to know if I'm being poisoned or not!"

Sebastian's grip in the back of her head tightened. "Drink it."

She tried to turn her head away again, but Sebastian wouldn't let her. He forced the edge of the vile through her lips and dumped it upsidedown, clamping a hand on her nose and mouth after to make her swallow.

Once she did, he let her head go back to the pillow. She coughed and glared at him, but couldn't keep it up for long. The pain in her head was receding, along with her consciousness. His face leaning over he was the last thing she saw before she drifted off into dream land.

...

Bianca woke up the next morning to sunlight pouring through the thin white curtains covering the open windows. A light wind blew in from the screen, causing them to stir. She blinked awake, to discover the fair haired stranger asleep beside her. The wind which was moving the curtains also ruffled the locks of his hair. She felt much better. Her headache was gone and she could sit up without sending spikes of pain to her brain. Apparently whatever she was forced to drink last night wasn't poison.

She was still wearing her jeans and black tank top from yesterday. The stranger from yesterday was shirtless. She hoped he was wearing pants.

Bianca crawled out of bed, and started toward the door which didn't lead to outside. She opened it and found what she was looking for, the master bathroom.

The counters were made out of a light colored substance similar to granite, and the cabinets a shiny dark wood. The floor was made out of large squares of off white tile. Hanging on the wall was double towel racks, each one holding it's own large fluffy white towel.

Bianca stripped down and climbed into the large shower. The doors were crystal clear. She pulled the cotton shower curtain closed for safety and turned on the shower.

...

15 minutes later, Bianca stepped out of the steamy shower and wrapped one of the towels around herself. She had left her clothes on the toilet seat, but they had been replaced by new ones.

She picked up the small piece of folded fabric which was supposed to pass for a shirt. It was made of black faux-leather, with spaghetti straps. The front was laced together, although not tight enough. The string wasn't pulled tight enough and the whole section of chest in between her boobs would show. Unfortunately, it was made like that and she couldn't adjust it.

She sighed. It wasn't something Bianca would usually wear, but she didn't have anything else, and it was better than just walking around in a towel.

She squeezed her hair with the towel so it wasn't dripping, and pulled the "shirt" over her head. There was no bra, but there was padding sewn into the shirt.

It revealed her whole middle-section. The fabric ended only a few inches below her boobs. She was fairly thin, but her boobs were also pretty small. Somehow the shirt made them seem much larger than normal, though. She normally would be thrilled, because she was a little self conscious on her cup size, but she wasn't now. She didn't like showing so much of her body. It made her feel uncomfortable.

She pulled on the scandalous, tiny black panties lying underneath the thing that was supposed to be a shirt, and tiny tight shorts, also faux-leather.

She looked in the bathroom mirror. Her first thought was, I look sexy. Her second thought was, I don't want anyone to see me in this.

And so she sat down on the floor of the bathroom, planning to stay there all day.

...

Sebastian woke up to find Blondie was gone. The light in the bathroom was on and he could feel the steam seeping through the door. She must have just been taking a shower.

Only he had to pee.

He got up and knocked on the door. "You coming out?" He asked.

"NO!"

Sebastian frowned. "Uh, that's too bad. I have to pee."

"I hate you, pervert!" Bianca was curled in a ball covering her legs bare legs with her body and her breasts with her legs. Her mother was a hard-core Catholic and never let Bianca wear shorts or skirts that didn't cover her knees, and shirts that didn't cover her shoulders. Bianca was slightly resentful of that and wished she would wear the cute new fashions, but complied. She, however, never had any desire to wear anything slutty in the least.

Sebastian didn't know what the problem was. He asked Amatis to go buy something for her last night, but didn't know what she bought. "Excuse me?" He asked.

Bianca kicked the door. "Fuck you, you know what I'm talking about." Bianca normally didn't use such coarse language, but at the moment she was pissed.

Sebastian wasn't used to being treated with so little respect. He was Sebastian Morgenstern. No one dared to talk to him in such a manner. "I'm coming in," he announced. She better have a good excuse.

Sebastian walked right in. Bianca remembered vaguely that she forgot to lock the door, which would explain how the clothes got there.

Bianca glared at him from the floor. Sebastian, seeing her problem, laughed.

This pissed Bianca off a little. "Do you think this is funny? Because, let me tell you, it's not."

Sebastian held out a hand to help her up. "Sorry, not its not. I asked Amatis to buy you something last night, and asked her to keep in mind my best interests, but I didn't think..." He let the sentence trail off and laughed again.

Bianca glared at his hand, then looked back up at him. "I don't believe you."

"No! It's true!"

"FUCK YOU AND YOUR BULLSHIT STORIES!"

Sebastian pulled his hand away and frowned at her. "I should kill you for your insolence."

This scared Bianca a little, but didn't let it show, because she was high off rage. "Jackass. I want you to take me back to my house."

Sebastian slapped her. The sound resonated around the room. A large red handprint appeared on Bianca's cheek, and she put her hand up to it, shocked.

"Show some respect," Sebastian hissed through his teeth. "I saved your ungratefully ass you little bitch." With that, he turned to leave.

Bianca glared at his back. "From who?"

Sebastian paused in the doorway. "Me. I'll get you some new clothes tomorrow."

Sebastian stalked downstairs to get some breakfast. Bianca eventually got hungry enough to get herself out of the bathroom.