All This History We've Written

Author: Kerimack

Disclaimer: I do not own anything pertaining to Cruel Intentions. I'm simply borrowing a few of the characters and adding a few of my own

Rating: R

Synopsis: AU. Kathryn and Sebastian have an arrangement, born from a bond so tight it threatens anyone who attempts to break it. Formally titled Killer Queen.

Prologue

There never was and there never will be another Kathryn Merteuil.

For this he was grateful and, with slight bemusement, he imagined he wasn't the only one. They all loved her, even those who had cursed her to hell and back and prayed for her demise (which at times included himself), still, they all none the less worshipped her. The queen, the princess, the duchess, the patron saint of the Upper East Side. She was the closest thing to royalty they had and they adored her for it.

Staring out at the five hundred or so guests gathered in front of him, all clad in their designer wear and waiting with baited breath for the queen to emerge, he wondered what they would think of her if they knew the real Kathryn Merteuil. The sometimes cruel, heartless creature that lurked under that beautiful delicate doll-like face, the young woman who was capable of committing the most horrific acts. If they knew that girl would they still love her then? History had taught him the answer was an overwhelming yes. Even the few who knew what she was really capable of, who had seen her true colors remained mesmerized by her. Possibly even more so. Once she had you wrapped around her tiny finger you were never to be untangled from her again. No one knew this better than him.

"Sebastian," she called out from behind him, "What do you think?"

He turned at the sound of his name and found her waiting for him with eager eyes, pleading for his approval. It was something that they rarely sought. A girl as confident as Kathryn didn't need acceptance from anyone but today was different.

Letting his arms cross to his chest he let out a bored sigh and relaxed his features into a look of indifference. This was something he was more than practiced in seeing as he spent a great deal of his time giving off the impression that he didn't give a shit, but now it was proving difficult. He was hard pressed to remember a time he had seen her look as stunning as she did at that moment.

Standing before him in a white, strapless Monique Lhuillier gown she seemed to be practically glowing from the inside out but, he mused, that was to be expected. The white lace veil went unnoticed by him. His eyes were instead fixated on the beautiful, delicate, diamond drop necklace she wore. He had given it to her on her sixteenth birthday.

Sebastian gazed back at her indifferently, trying his best to make his eyes appear vacant all the while the internal conflict within him threatened to implode. "You look…nice," he replied nonchalantly.

He had picked that particular word knowing it would set her off. He wasn't disappointed. Jaw set, her green eyes narrowed menacingly at him as she hissed, "Nice! The flowers look nice, my grandmother looks nice, I look fucking amazing!" Kathryn exclaimed with more self-assurance that any girl of twenty seven had a right to. Whirling back around she studied her reflection in the mirror. "Fuck you Valmont, I look gorgeous."

Snickering, he strolled up behind her and asked, "If you don't care to hear my opinion then why ask for it?"

"Habit, I suppose"

"Or just fishing for compliments"

Her eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror and the corners of her lips turned up in that perfect way they tend to do. "Baby, I don't need to fish for anything." Running her hands over the expensive silk she added, "Anyway I don't care what you think."

"Yes you do. Always have, always will."

The confidence radiating from her face melted a little as they both knew he was right. Sebastian allowed her to stew quietly for a few moments before he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her bare shoulder. "You look exquisite," he whispered in her ear.

Kathryn smiled back at him then turned her head so their faces were only millimeters apart. Nuzzling her nose affectionately against his she replied, "No shit."

With a genuine smile Sebastian cupped her face, tenderly stroking her soft cheek with his thumb before bridging the gap between their mouths. His kissed her eagerly, but tenderly, careful to keep his true passion at bay as this most definitely wasn't the time or place for it. Kathryn eagerly returned the kiss, her mouth opening just enough to tease him with what he couldn't have.

Breaking away, she kept her forehead pressed against his and she bit her lip and hummed, "Mmm. We should get going."

"Yes," he agreed this time pulling away first and straightening his jacket. Taking his arm she guided him to the heavy wooden doors he had been standing in front of earlier. Watching as the crowd stood to their feet and smiled back at them expectantly he turned to the girl on his arm one last time. "You really do look perfect."

The bride smiled and clutched his arm just a little tighter. Then, with eyes blazing she looked back at her loyal subjects and remarked, "Here we go."

They marched, arm in arm as that oh-so familiar song played and all Sebastian could think about was the conversation that got him there.

"Well, what do you think?"

He laughed, "Abso-fucking-lutely not."

She pouted as she was prone to do when he refused her. "Give me one good reason why not."

There were several but he went with the most obvious. "Tiffany would shit twice and die."

"You say that like it's a bad thing"

"I just got out from underneath her bullshit. I don't need to incur the wrath of the dragon lady just so you can-

"Since when are you afraid of my mother? Where are those infamous Valmont balls?"

"Have you checked your pockets recently?"

"Come on Sebastian"

"Still no," he stood firmly making sure to keep his eyes on the book in front of him. "And you can knock that pouting shit off right now. In all our twenty seven years together when has that ever worked?"

"Plenty of times," she replied teasingly.

Looking up at her he met her pleading eyes but refused to be moved. "It's not going to happen."

He went back to his book and tried to ignore her as she crawled across the plush carpet and then draped herself across his lap. Pulling the book away she forced him to meet her gaze which was surprisingly intense. "Please Sebastian," she whispered, "there's no one else."

This was a lie of course. He could think of several men who could easily fill these particular shoes. Sebastian was about to inform her of this when something stopped him. It was the sudden realization that she was right. It has to be him, only him. He was the only one truly qualified for the job. With a disheartening sigh he caressed her chestnut covered locks and relented. "Okay princess, I'm in."

He was awoken from his memory when the music stopped and they were suddenly at the end of the line. In more ways than one. As she removed her hand from his arm he slid it inside his own, noticing that she didn't seem the slightest bit nervous or anxious. Kathryn was as poised as ever.

The middle aged minister in front of them smiled kindly and for a brief, fleeting moment Sebastian saw things differently. He saw how things might be or could be if only…

His fantasy was quickly shattered as the tall, handsome man beside him stepped forward and took his soon to be bride's hand. Sebastian waited until the minister asked the question before relinquishing his girl.

"Who gives this woman to this man?"

He didn't let the question register, he wouldn't. Instead he put forth his best indifferent face and swallowed back every emotion he had that was threatening to break though as he handed Kathryn off to the groom.

"I do"

The ceremony went off perfectly, not that this surprised Bianca Merteuil any. Everything Kathryn ever did, every event she'd ever planned always came off without a hitch, from the birthday parties she threw as a child to the charity galas she played host to as an adult. In Kathryn's world there were no wrinkles or bumps, or at least none visible to the untrained eye. Her sister had dedicated her life to the appearance of perfection and from the outside her life appeared to be just that. Of course it was all a big fucking lie

It was a typically elegant affair. Held outside, under the stars at one of their childhood homes, the

Rosemond estate. Two large white tents played host to hundreds of guests and an exquisitely planned meal. In between those twin tents, the dance floor was filled with guests dancing to a full orchestra led by a Michael Buble-esque crooner singing old standards. Over head white twinkle lights lit up the large trees, making everything seem that much more magical. It really did look like something out of a fairy tale or rather a movie. The whole thing looked suspiciously like that old Audrey Hepburn movie her sister watched relentlessly as a kid.

Bianca walked along the edges of the dance floor, mechanically sipping her expensive champagne, her eyes fixated on the bride who at the moment was twirling around the dance floor in her custom made wedding gown, throwing her head back and laughing at something their uncle Richard said as if she didn't have a care in the world. Perhaps she didn't, maybe her beloved sister really did have ice pumping through her veins rather than blood. Could she really be so oblivious to the damage her joyous occasion was causing?

On the other side of the room her new brother in-law was holding court with a gaggle of admirers. She had to hand it to Kathryn, she certainly could pick them or rather land them. Every woman between sixteen and thirty had been trying to get her hands on the new Yankee, who with his smoldering dark eyes, amazing arms and even better ass was by far the hottest guy in professional baseball. It seemed all her sister had to do was smile and purr something suggestive and eight months later she was marrying him.

Johnny Mahoney wasn't a bad guy. Although he wasn't from one of the moneyed families they grew up with, the Mahoney's were middle class and lived up state, but he was sweet and treated her sister like the princess she believed herself to be. He was also smarter than one would guess but hardly a candidate for Mensa. Also the forty million a year he pulled down didn't hurt any.

However, Bianca imagined what her sister liked best about Johnny was that he was so…malleable. His trust in her was so strong she could tell any whopper of a lie and he ate it up. She could just imagine what she told him about Sebastian.

He's just a childhood friend. He's just my former step-brother. Of course we never slept together. I don't think of him like that.

Each lie bigger than the last. She wondered how Johnny ignored it or just pretended not to see how they were always touching each other, staring at each other, whispering little secrets in each others ear. Did he just not notice when Kathryn crept away from their bed every other night or refused to sleep with him at all? Did he just not see it? Everyone else did. They always had.

She had half expected Valmont to refuse the minister when he asked who gives this woman to this man. Then again he had never really been prone to dramatic displays, romantic or otherwise. No, he was as cool and collected as always. He never let anyone in and never let anyone see the guy behind the sexual bravado and icy disposition. Even now, as she watched him from across the dance floor casually chatting up two females he looked as bored and unaffected as ever but she knew differently. Bianca knew what it cost him to give her away, even if it really was just a lie. Kathryn was the love of his life, his soul mate, his best friend and every other term that could be used to describe a bond as tight as there's. This was killing him, no matter what he said or how indifferent he acted.

"So you're Kathryn's sister, huh?"

Bianca barely took her eyes off Sebastian long enough to glance at the tall, hunky guy who came up beside her. He was one of Johnny's team mates and one of the groomsman. Steven…something. She vaguely remembered Kathryn telling her she blew him once.

"Yes," she answered coldly hoping he'd fuck off.

"Cool. Younger or older?"

She sighed and gave him the stock answer, "we're twins. Fraternal. I'm older by two minutes."

"No shit," he chuckled lightly as he checked out her ass. "You two look nothing alike."

This was very true; she had been hearing it all her life. In fact the only characteristic the two girls shared physically was their green eyes. For all intents and purposes Bianca should be considered the prettier of the two. She was tall with perfect curves; Kathryn was petite with slightly smaller curves. Bianca's nose was tiny and perfect in comparison to her sisters. The biggest difference however was their hair. While Kathryn's was chestnut brown and cut perfectly half an inch past her shoulder, Bianca's was long, red and beautiful. She knew she was prettier than her sister but no one ever noticed this, Kathryn had seen to it by being smarter, more charming, more successful and more loved. No one noticed what she looked like when she stood beside Princess Kathryn. It was because of this, and a plethora of other reasons that they were never close.

The Neanderthal beside her was still babbling on. "Yeah, my twin cousins are really close. They're the type of twins that look alike. What's that called?"

Bianca looked at him to see if he was serious. Given the blank expression that looked back at her she would say so. "Identical twins," she replied like he was a two year old.

"Yeah, that's it! Anyway, they're super close. Hey, how come you weren't in the wedding party?"

"I wasn't asked," she replied icily.

Not picking up on the tension in her voice he continued on, "Aw, that's too bad. We all went out last night, had a blast! Hey, what's the story with that Sebastian guy and your sister?"

She smiled faintly, "Do you have a couple hours?"

"They seem really tight"

"They're like…twins," she explained, exaggeration the last word.

"But I thought you were her twin?" He asked confused.

"Only in blood." Setting down her drink she turned to him and excused herself. "It was nice chatting with you but I see my boyfriend over there." Without another word she left the clueless ball player and made her way across the dance floor to Sebastian.

"Hey baby, enjoying yourself?" Sebastian placed an arm around his girlfriend's shoulders as she strolled up beside him.

"Not really," she sighed as she let her head rest against his shoulder. "Johnny's half-wit friends keep hitting on me."

"Better you than me," he chuckled. "One of them offered to blow me last night."

"Did you take him up on it?"

He ruffled her hair affectionately, "No, but if you're a good girl later Binks, maybe I'll let you."

She tossed him a dirty look not for the demeaning remark but rather the nickname he and Kathryn liked to call her ever since they were kids. Bianca hated it but they used it none the less. "Well it looks like everything turned out perfect for my beloved sister. As usual."

Sebastian chuckled as he lit up a cigarette. "Did you have any doubts?"

"It was a beautiful ceremony," she remarked thoughtfully.

"Still bitter about not being a bridesmaid?"

"No," she replied coolly but he knew other wise. They had known each other too long and too well. Valmont stared her down until she at last sighed and admitted, "I just thought she would… I don't know change…"

"Who, Kathryn? Never"

"You wouldn't have it any other way, would you?"

It was an odd comment and he could most definitely hear the accusation in it. Sometimes he wondered just how much Bianca knew about them. More than she probably should, that was for sure. At times, like right now when she was staring so intently at him, he regretted taking up with Bianca at all. Maybe he should have stuck with his playboy ways but then again…he would hate to have to part with the memory of Kathryn's face when she found out they were seeing each other. That made everything worth it.

"Kathryn is Kathryn, Binks you should know that better than anyone. She will change for no one."

"And the world loves her for it," she remarked bitterly.

Sebastian didn't hear her however as his gaze was transfixed on the beautiful creature in white making her way over to them with a triumphant smile. "Enjoying my wedding?"

"No," the couple remarked in unison.

Kathryn smirked as she removed the cigarette from between Sebastian's fingers and brought it to her mouth. "Careful," he warned eyeing the groom across the room, "Don't want captain America seeing all your dirty little habits before the honeymoon gets under way."

"What the fuck do I care? We're married and unless he wants to lose half that forty million a year in a nice, messy, divorce he damn well better let me do whatever I want."

"Or whom," Bianca piped in.

Turning to her sister with a sly grin, Kathryn remarked, "Binks, you look lovely. What an interesting shade of…green."

Sebastian watched as his girlfriend ran a hand over the silk fabric of her dress. She really did look lovely but Bianca looked down at the garment unsure. Sebastian shot Kathryn a look. She always knew exactly what to say to push her sister's buttons. It only seemed lately she had begun doing it more and more.

"Thank you Kathryn," she replied flatly.

"And you look," she addressed Valmont with a knowing grin, "Well I don't want to say beautiful. I'd hate to encourage him," Kathryn added teasingly to her sister.

"Since when?" The redhead volleyed back.

She ignored the jab from her sister and wrapped an arm around his neck. Leaning forward she placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Their eyes met and as it always seemed to happen the rest of the world melted away when she spoke in that familiar conspirator whisper of theirs. "Thanks for today."

Sebastian simply nodded then kissed her forehead. "Of course."

Kathryn smiled and rested her chin on the top of his shoulder as he hugged her to him all the while ignoring the look his date was giving him. For once she didn't look pissed but something else was going on with her. "Mother is still fuming that you let Sebastian give you away," Bianca informed her.

Pulling away from him she spat, "Mother can go fuck herself for all I care. From now on I'm done with her."

The two girls had always had very different relationships with their mother Tiffany Merteuil, the queen bee of the society set. From childhood it was quickly decided all her energies would be put into making Kathryn into the best debutante she could be while practically ignoring the fact that she had another daughter. Thus, Bianca spent all her time doing anything to gain some affection or attention from her mother while Kathryn, ever since she could breath, did everything in her power to piss her mother off. Of course she did become the best debutante she could be but she did it her way, on her terms. All of this only helped to widen the gap between the sisters.

Obviously eager to end the discussion Kathryn asked, "Why aren't you two dancing?"

"I wasn't asked," Bianca quipped. "Why don't you two dance? I should go talk with Aunt Beatrice anyway."

With that she kissed Sebastian on the cheek and disappeared through the crowd. Kathryn eyed her sisters retreating form suspiciously. "She's acting odder than normal. She never leaves me alone with you."

"Maybe she's starting to trust you," he mused.

"Then she's even stupider than I thought." Tossing the cigarette away she took his hands and pulled him towards the dance floor. "Come on, dance with me."

"Oh, the groom will love that."

Kathryn giggled seductively against his ear in that way that caused his spin to tingle and his cock to twitch. "Fuck the groom. I want you."

Rolling his eyes, trying so hard to appear indifferent, he sighed and led her to the dance floor. "Okay you little bitch, let's go." As they came together, wrapping their arms around each other and danced easily to the slow, romantic song playing. Sebastian laughed, "You are aware at this rate you're going to be divorced by Thanksgiving."

"Well I'm holding out until at least Christmas," she joked as she let her fingers play with his soft blond hair. "Who do you think I should marry next? I'm thinking someone arty. A play write perhaps?"

"Easy Marilyn, you're still on husband number one."

She smiled back but then her face grew suddenly serious. Leaning even closer she whispered in his ear, "It won't last you know. Johnny's nice but he's not…"

"I know," he sighed holding her closer, the dull ache inside of him threatening to break through.

"You know why I married him?"

"Yes and I accept it"

A long silence fell between them. As they danced he looked out at the crowd and saw the groom glaring at him while two guests gushed adoringly at him. "He really hates me doesn't he?"

"Johnny doesn't hate anybody but yes, he really does."

"Good"

Kathryn met his eyes and grinned. "So are you going to ask to kiss the bride?"

"No I'd rather fuck her," he replied bluntly staring back at her unapologetically.

She didn't seem surprised in the least by his declaration. Then again she shouldn't be at this point. "That's really not appropriate," she replied coyly. "This is after all my wedding."

"Fuck appropriate. I want to screw your brains out."

Leaning forward Kathryn whispered in his ear, "Then you better meet me upstairs in our room in thirty minutes."

Slowly, she disentangled herself from him and pulled away, the whole time her eyes never leaving his. When at last Sebastian was forced to let go he watched the bride retreat to her husband who she greeted with a kiss and a smile. He returned it not realizing that his blushing bride just arranged to cheat on him an hour after the ceremony.

Sebastian was about to head to the bar, where he would stay for the remaining thirty minutes when something caught his attention in one of the white tents. It was a flash of familiar blond hair. He flinched and it was gone. Looking around the party frantically he wondered if he just saw what he thought he saw. After a moment he told himself it couldn't be. His mind was playing tricks on him. That or it was a ghost.

Forty minutes later Sebastian laid on the giant king sized bed, sipping bourbon, waiting for his girl to arrive. As was typical she was late. Relaxing his eyes he listened to the music floating in through the open balcony doors that over looked the party below. He wondered what lie Kathryn was weaving to her beloved this time about where she was running off to. The store, her mother's, Indonesia. He grinned at that last one, recalling the memory of their time in Paris while she was suppose to be making wedding plans.

She was married.

His beloved Kathryn now belonged to another. Well that wasn't entirely accurate. As she was fond of saying, she belonged to know one. However, they both knew this to be untrue. She belonged to him, as he belonged to her. Always had, always will no matter how many well-meaning but completely inept boy toy's she married. Sebastian told himself this but at the same time he couldn't let go of that nagging ache in his gut that said something was changing, that he was in some way losing her.

He was awaken from his maudlin thoughts by the sound of the heavy wood door being thrown open and Kathryn rushing inside, the material of her wedding gown swishing across the floor as she entered. Closing the door quickly behind her he listened as she caught her breath having likely dashed up the three floors to meet him. Not bothering to get up, Sebastian simply picked up his head and greeted her, "You're late."

"I couldn't get away," she sighed. "John's decrepit mother wouldn't shut up. She kept clawing at my arm, trying to get me to agree to come to their farm in Saratoga." Kicking off her shoes Kathryn spat nastily, "Yeah, that's just what I need. A weekend alone with John and his creepy, in-bread family, in the middle of nowhere. I'd sooner shop at Wal-Mart."

"Spend a weekend with them and you probably will."

"She keeps asking me when to expect grandchildren"

"Did you tell her to look for the seven signs of the apocalypse?"

She didn't seem to hear him as she ranted on, "Me? With children! Can you imagine anything more hideous? If that crazy bitch thinks I'm going to give up my eight figure a year job, just so I can play Stepford wife to her son and a bunch of brats she's in for a big fucking surprise! She may be permanently stuck in the fifties, as evidenced by her clothes, but I'm going to be damned if she tries to drag me into that bullshit."

"Kathryn"

"I mean what the fuck?!"

"KATHYRN!" he yelled getting her attention. Her eyes went wide at his tone and she stopped rambling. Finishing off his drink he reminded her, "You picked him."

"Sorry"

"Now as interested as I am in hearing about the mistake you just married and your won-der-ful life together I would much rather do what we came up hear to do, namely me fucking that perfect ass of yours into the mattress."

A slow seductive smile crept onto her lips as she started to make her way towards him. Sebastian held up his hand, "Hold it. Take it off first." When she looked back at him puzzled he informed her, "There are some low's even I won't stoop to including fucking a woman in her wedding dress. Get rid of it."

Kathryn unzipped the dress and slowly pealed it from her body revealing a white, lace bustier and matching panties. "Tell me Valmont, does my dear sister know about your hatred of all things matrimonial?"

Looking up at the ceiling he sighed, "She met my dearly departed parents so I'm sure she can connect the dots."

Kathryn chuckled dryly as she kicked the garment out from underneath her feet carelessly and crawled onto the bed with him. Straddling him she asked, "Are you drunk?"

"Not yet"

"Too bad I like fucking you when you're drunk"

"You like taking advantage of me"

"That too," she laughed as she leaned over and captured his lips in an open mouthed kiss. Kathryn slowly unbuttoned his shirt. "Can I take advantage of you now?"

Not waiting for an answer he watched as she kissed down his neck and slowly made her way down his chest, her tongue moving playfully against his skin and occasionally nipping his flesh. Sebastian closed his eyes and tried to get lost in the sensations of her mouth but he couldn't seem to let that nagging feeling go. Kathryn removed his belt and undid his pants. Reaching into his pants she removed his swollen cock and pumped it in her tight, tiny fist. He groaned, not because of her ministrations however, but because of the cold metal of her newly planted ring was rubbing up against him, reminding him that she wasn't completely his anymore.

"Stop, stop it," he muttered as he pushed her hands away and pulled her back up to him.

Kathryn's eyebrows wrinkled in confusion making her appear younger than her twenty seven years. "Since when do you turn down getting your dick sucked?"

He didn't say anything and instead intertwined his fingers in her. He rubbed the silver band with his thumb, and she looked down, seemingly noticing it for the first time. "Oh, do you want me to take it off?"

"Why? It's a part of you now."

"It doesn't change anything"

Sebastian let out a humorless chuckle, "Your husband might disagree."

Kathryn pulled herself up on her elbows, her beautiful face suddenly very serious. In a voice barely above a whisper she asked, "I'm not going to lose you am I?"

He was momentarily surprised over the question. They'd known each other since they were in diapers and in all that time they rarely if ever acknowledged anything that could be described as genuine emotion. They wouldn't allow themselves. With them it was always, actions speak louder than words. Still, for once he answered her not with a quick retort or quip. He simply replied, "Never."

Taking her by the back of the head he pulled her into an intense, demanding kiss. Kathryn let out a surprise moan as he pushed her onto her back forcefully and mounted her. They broke the kiss and Sebastian didn't take his eyes of her face as he ran his hand down her chest and began to roughly yank of the lace bodice that was confining her breasts.

Pop, Pop, Pop

The buttons flew and with each one she flinched and that look of lust in her eyes deepened. He smirked as he saw her gripping the cream colored sheets out of the corner of his eye. Once she was exposed he teasingly caressed her areolas with her finger tips which caused her breathing to become ragged.

"Stop it," she hissed.

Valmont simply grinned and continued on with his slow teasing all the while considering the many times they'd done this. He should have gotten bored with this by now, with her, but he never had. He had been fucking her since he was fifteen years old and she still made him harder and turned him on more than any woman since. Part of him hated her for it.

Still not breaking her gaze he bent down and flicked his tongue against her hard nipple. She groaned and began to squirm underneath him as he teasingly tongued her tit.. Sebastian moved his mouth to the top of her breast and bit down causing her to let out a shriek of surprise.

"Bastard!"

"A little something for Johnny to remember me by on his wedding night," he chuckled.

"You little prick"

"Oh princess, there's nothing little about it." As if to prove it he yanked down his pants the rest of the way and stroked his sizeable hard-on.

Reaching forward Kathryn replaced his hand with her own. "But is it rideable?"

"One way to find out"

This time she pushed him back forcefully and straddled him. Foregoing the foreplay, she didn't even bother to remove her panties; she simply moved the flimsy fabric to the side and pushed him inside of her. Sebastian titled his head back and groaned as he entered the closest place to home he had ever known. "Fuck…Kathrynnn…," he groaned as she began to slowly ride him at a deliberately slow pace, no doubt trying to pay him back for teasing her earlier.

His eyes shut and he began to get lost in the familiar sensation of being buried inside of her. Kathryn bent forward and licked his neck. "Hey handsome," she whispered, "Open your eyes and look at me when I fuck you."

He chuckled darkly as he drew her mouth back to his. They kissed wantonly while Kathryn began to ride him faster, shoving her pelvis against his, as if saying harder, deeper, more. Sebastian thrust his hips up to meet hers and they fell into a frantic rhythm, completely ignoring the outside world including that ever so present annoying music coming from the party below.

In the back of his head Sebastian wished it could be like this forever. Just them, in their own private little world, where nothing and no one could touch them. It was so easy when they were children and the only thing to interfere was her nagging sister or their dysfunctional parents. Now it seemed that with every passing year they were getting farther and farther away from that world.

If he just closed his eyes and kissed her he could pretend, even if it was just for a little while, that they were still in that place and nothing had changed. No one could take her away from him.

However, it wasn't to be as reality had a way of setting in when you least expect it. One minute he could feel her on the brink of orgasm, her inner walls tightening around him the next Kathryn was screaming and not in the throws of ecstasy kind of way. Her lithe body suddenly went rigid as she let out a scream one only usually hears in cheesy horror films.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Sebastian bolted upright placing a protective arm around her. "What! What's wrong?"

She said nothing; her eyes were fixated on something behind him. He whirled around and nearly shrieked himself. Standing but a few feet away, on the edge of the balcony doors was the ghost he thought he saw earlier.

"Annette?" he chocked in a hoarse whisper.

The petite blond, who was wearing a plain white dress and messy hair, didn't even seem to acknowledge him. Her eyes which were brimming with tears were transfixed on Kathryn. The look on face wasn't of someone who was of sound mind and body. He tightened his grip on the brunet in his lap.

Sebastian could barely process what he was seeing. "A-Annette, what are you doing here? I thought you were-

"No anymore," she spat.

"How the hell did you get in here? Have you been watching us the whole time!" Kathryn demanded now sounding more angry that scared.

"This is your room isn't it? The one you always hide in."

"What are you doing here?" Sebastian asked calmly

"I wanted to see you," she said staring intently at Kathryn.

"Well you saw me now get the fuck out"

The blond shook her head and for the first time Sebastian noticed she was holding something behind her back. "What are you doing with him?"

Kathryn shook her head in frustration, "What does it look like we're doing?"

"Kathryn," Sebastian said tensely when he realized just what it was that Annette was holding.

Pulling away from him she got off the bed and threw his shirt over her naked upper half. "Oh don't tell me you're still defending her Valmont? The crazy bitch breaks in here and-

"Kathryn!"

"What!"

The brunette's eyes went wide as she saw the gun in Annette's hand. The sound of the safety coming off the gun suddenly reverberated throughout the room. Sebastian turned to find the blond pointing a gun in Kathryn's direction. Rising up from the bed slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements that would upset her, he stood in front of Kathryn. "Annette, what are you doing? Give me the gun."

"Fuck you Sebastian," she spat with surprising venom. Annette, the Annette he knew anyway never spoke so harshly or so vulgarly. "This has nothing to do with you."

"Put it down Annette"

"No! Go away!"

This time Kathryn pushed him out of the way and strode forward purposefully. "You want to shoot me you worthless bitch then go for it. You leave him the fuck alone."

A look of realization seemed to come over Annette as she slowly lowered the gun. In a small broken voice she chocked, "How could you do this? I-I thought…"

"You thought wrong," Kathryn replied simply.

Nodding, Annette slowly began to back out onto the open balcony. Sebastian moved back in front of Kathryn, fearful of what she might be planning. A second before he heard the gun go off he realized what she intended to do. By that time it was too late to reach her.

Standing with her back to the metal railing Annette placed the gun in her mouth and pulled the trigger. The force of the bullet sent her over the railing and crashing with a loud, thump to the ground below. Kathryn let out another shriek of horror or possibly surprise and for a moment Sebastian felt as if his heart stopped. He dashed to the balcony and looked over as if expecting Annette to be there in one piece. The gruesome sight that greeted him however said over wise. Looking away he could feel the bile threatening to rise up in his throat as he registered that the music from the reception had finally stopped and guests were starting to make their way towards them.

Out of the corner of his eye Sebastian noticed a piece of wrinkled paper. He scooped it up and as he read it his stomach wrenched even more.

I love you, I'm sorry

- Annette

Kathryn had slowly made her way out onto the balcony. "What is it?" she whispered.

After reading it a second time he rose to his feet and handed it to her. "It's for you"

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