Hellbound Heart

The pale face of the silver-haired female invaded Sebastian's vision. He was suddenly inside that recurring nightmare – a nightmare that was worse than any hell that he could be thrown into.

She was smiling at him with those filthy eyes of hers that were filled with lust and malice. The naked female monster was licking her disgusting wet lips slowly as if she was eyeing something so delicious that she could not wait to devour.

And then there he was, robotically moving to her bed, like he was being controlled by a dirty spell. He watched himself climb into her massive bed and then he could see nothing else but filth... could hear nothing but the female monster's voice echoing in his head.

"Now come, my favorite toy prince.... That's my obedient boy... now kiss me, young lad... more, young prince... kiss me more... I want that delicious tongue of yours inside my mouth... if you stop, you know what will happen... you and your sisters will be punished... your mouth is my favorite... ah, I really love kissing..."

His vision darkened next and before long, he saw himself slumped over so pitifully in the dark corner of a prison, vomiting hard like he just wanted to throw everything out of his body. His sharp nails clawing punishingly across his chest, not caring that his claws were cutting right through his very own flesh as fresh and bright red blood seeped out. However, it seemed as though he could not feel the pain that was being inflicted on his own body.

"Sebastian!" a hoarse weak voice that did not belong to the monster suddenly echoed in his consciousness. That gentle quality with more than a hint of urgency told him that this was reality, and coming from outside of this nightmare. It was like the voice of an angel, trying its utmost best to reach out and pull him out of this filthy darkness he was trapped in.

Who... who was it? T-that voice... Iza!

And with that, he was able to immediately wrench himself out of the slimy grasp of that nightmare. And in the next second, Sebastian found himself wrapped in her embrace. She was now standing and hugging him tightly to her bosom.

Sebastian lifted his head and looked at himself in the mirror. The reflection that greeted him was frightening. His eyes were blood red and his face was wet with sweat. F**k! It seems that he had f**ked up again.

Running his fingers through his very damp hair, Sebastian laughed a little sardonically when he felt her tightening her grip around him.

"Let go of me, Iza... I have to get away for a moment." He spoke. He knew what was coming next, every time this happened. He had experienced it a few times when a random brazen woman would try to trick him as they try to steal a kiss from him. He had very nearly killed the vampire as he started to see that woman as the very same monster from his nightmares. From his past.

Right now, all he wanted was to vent violently. To do something so brutal and savage until his rage and disgust and everything else the nightmare had awakened within him settles down again. He needed to leave now. Before things turn ugly when he can no longer control his suppressed violence.

He could not do anything when he is in her presence. And he could not let himself look at her face now. He was scared that he would see that monster's face overlapped on top of his Izabelle's own lovely one.

"I said let go, Izabelle." He hissed, squeezing his eyes closed as he moved and grabbed her shoulders with his trembling hands. However, he was careful on how much strength he was putting into squeezing her shoulders. With his vampiric strength, it would be too easy to be careless and crush her comparatively frail bones.

"Sebastian!!" She called out with her broken, almost soundless voice. He could feel her fingers gripping onto his shirt so desperately. "Look at me, Sebastian..."

"Stop! Don't... talk to me for now!" he should be disappearing before her already. But his worry that she would keep calling out and hurt her throat again stopped him. F**k! "Don't call for me. Stay here and don't –"

"Please..." she cut him off with that scratchy voice, not listening to him at all. He could feel his heart being scratched every time he heard her speak. "Don't go! Can you look at me –"

"Stop."

"Sebastia –"

"I said stop talking!" his eyes flew open as his hand flew to her face, forming a cup and instantly covering her lips. He did not want her to talk and distract him.

And then the world seemed to halt as he realized that he had opened his eyes and he was now looking at her. That was Iza's face he was looking at. Not that... nightmare!

Disbelief and shock rocked him because the view that welcomed him was not that unwelcome hellish face he was expecting to see... Instead, he was seeing clear blue eyes and warm red hair – the face of the woman he would willingly destroy the world for.

He had been scared to death that he would see that monster's face on hers, like what had happened before with the other women. That was why he had refused to open his eyes until he could calm down. But he ended up opening his eyes without realizing it and there it was... Izabelle... his Izabelle's face still looking the same... That face which was becoming more and more precious to him was the one that welcomed him upon opening his eyes.

Utterly bewildered and relieved at the same, Sebastian slowly removed his hand from covering the lower half of her face. Gods... it did not happen... what he was fearing the most did not happen!

"S-seb..." she uttered with her broken voice and he buckled and tumbled forward against her. He cursed under his breath as he rested his head against the crook of her neck.