UNEDITED
Sebastian's pov
*Trigger warning*
He dragged the knife along his wrist, cutting deep into his vein to end his life. It hurt, it hurt bad, but it was nothing compared to the pain that burned in his heart. It felt like nothing compared to the pain impaled into his heart. The blood the flood from his wrist felt like nothing compared to the blood that leaked from the slit in his heart.
Sebastian cried. Tears rolling down his eyes, but it wasn't because he was pained by the big slit on his wrist, or the other one on his chest. It was because of the voices in his head, the ones that yelled that he was at fault.
He'd murdered them. It was his fault, he was a demon from the pit of hell sent to ruin his family and all he wanted was for the pain in his heart to go away, even if it caused him hurting himself.
He was disgusting. His eyes had become drowsy from such blood oozing down from slits
He just wanted it to end. Maybe if he'd bled out the pain within would end. Death would douse the fire that threatened to burn him.
"Sebastian! Sebastian!" Someone yelled, banging hard at the door.
Sebastian continued crying, ignoring the knock on his door. He couldn't let her save him. He wasn't worth saving. He was evil, a murderer, and murderers deserved to die! That was what the voices told him, and they were right. His family rot and he was at fault.
"Sebastian! Baby, please! Open this door!" The voice carried so much sadness, and pain.
Sebastian shook his head even with knowing the person speaking was at the other side of the door.
"Sebastian, baby, you can't do this! Whatever you're doing stop! I-I need you right now!" Sebastian squeezed his eyes shut, trying to shut this compassionate voice out.
The monsters that resided inside of him were telling him to end it. Lost in an abyss of pain, the waters of reality seemed shallow. He caused his pain, now he must pay the prize.
He must end himself- That was when the door barged open.
One lady rushed in. She had dirty blonde hair, diamond shaped face. She looked mid-aged and bared resemblance to someone that had a part of Sebastian's heart.
The pink strings that curled around her hand doused. The door was smoking from the blast that threw it off it's hinges.
She rushed down to Sebastian. She was heaving as she wrapped her hands around his weak figure.
"No, mum, leave!" He cried out as she held on to him.
She pulled him closer. "Oh, Sebastian baby, I'm so sorry" Tears pooled in her eyes as she held him closer to her.
She stretched out his hand. "Let me heal you,"
He squirmed in her hold, trying to get out of it as his eyes met with her face.
"You're not her, you're not my mum!" He hissed trying to thrash out of her grasp but all futile as he was to weak to.
Tears had already started rolling down her brown eyes. Her heart couldn't help but break seeing Sebastian in such a situation.
"Please, stop Sebastian, don't" She managed to crook out, still trying to stretch his hand out.
"Let me die! Why won't you allow me die?! Why can't you see that I'm disgusting?!"
She shook her head, rebuking his heated claim. Her hands held on to his face, and her eyes bored into his blue ones.
"No Sebastian! You are not disgusting! You're a survivor! You're all I have of her!-" She almost choked on her own words as tears continued to roll down her brown eyes.
Sebastian sobbed louder, finally giving up and laying his head on her shoulder.
"I just want it to end. There's a stake inside my heart and it hurts!" Sebastian cried into her shoulder.
She held on to him tighter, shedding her own tears. "You're a survivor Sebastian, the pain will pass, I promise it will"
Sebastian entered his room through the window. He hurriedly took off his shirt and threw it on the ground somewhere anywhere.
Tears were rolling down his eyes, and his skin itched. His knee was hurt badly and it made something inside him tick.
He hated it, the physical pain. They were reminders of the past and he hated it. The scars were still there, on his skin, looking down on them set him on fire.
He let out a scream as he slumped on the ground. His hands dug into his hair, holding them tight. He began pulling them. The memories when now there, playing until his lenses.
He pulled on his hair, as he screamed at the top of his voice, letting out the itch that was right on his throat.
His body was trembling. The pain on his knee ached.
"Sebastian!" A voice shouted as she barged into his room.
He was too distraught to even bother who as he continued shaking, pulling tightly on his hair.
The brown eyed woman knelt down before him, grabbing a hold of his hands. He hissed attempting to pull away but she held on tighter.
His blue eyes set upon the familiar face and his body automatically gave in to her touch.
His lips trembled as he spoke. "It hurts aunt Brenda. It hurts bad,"
Her expression was pained as she held on tighter to him.
Someone came into the room. "Um... Caesar is here" Willie told.
"Get him up here, he needs him," Brenda replied, trying to get Sebastian to completely calm down.
Sebastian continued to tremble that Brenda feared he was going beyond shock.
"Ssh Sebastian, calm down," She cooed softly.
"Seb," Caesar rushed into the room at the sight of his trembling friend.
Sebastian looked up at Caesar. "The pain is everywhere Caesar."
Caesar's sad expression twisted into one of pain and anger as he crouched down at his side.
Sebastian leaned into his body without Caesar enabling him. Caesar's hands released Sebastian's that pulled on his hair.
He held on to him tight as he looked up at Brenda. "Can you give us a minute?"
Brenda nodded and exited the room.
"Seb, what happened?" Caesar asked softly after a matter of moments.
Sebastian's hands bunched on Caesar's cloth.
"I think I know who killed Calliope."
Braelynn's pov
*Faerie rule number one --- Never say thank you to a faerie*
*Rule number two --- Never tell a faerie your name*
*Rule number three --- Never enter a fae ring--
"Where did mortals get all this stuff from?" Braelynn finally asked what was going through her mind as she was read the piece.
"It's every on the internet, faeries are the next big thing," Legacy answered with a cheeky smile.
Braelynn scoffed then dropped the tablet on the counter. "Well it's stupid. Why would a fae want a mortal to be indebted to them, they're two steps away from being animals."
Legacy gasped. "My daddy says we shouldn't judge mortals."
Braelynn gave the boy a droll stare. "Kid you shouldn't listen to everything your 'daddy' tells you,"
Legacy jumped on the counter, close to Braelynn. "Why not? My daddy is smart and awesome."
Braelynn's droll expression turned into a scowl as she leaned closer to the boy. "Afriel is a water nymph, their kind aren't exactly one to recite alphabets,"
Legacy cocked his head to the side and asked. "Do you have wings?"
Braelynn blinked coldly. "Did you just ignore- Forget it, yes I do have wings,"
Legacy's expression brightened at Braelynn's answer.
"Can I see?" He asked.
Braelynn got up from the counter stool and began to walk away. "No." She replied coldly.
Leave it to Legacy to jump down from the island counter and hurriedly follow Braelynn that was climbing up the stairs.
"Why?" He asked, following from as she approached her room.
Braelynn opened the door and walked into her room, Legacy on her tail. "Because I said so,"
"Well I have a tail."
Braelynn ran her fingers through her hair at the sight of Mactíre on her bed. Exhaustion was clear on his face as he laid asleep on her bed.
She craned her neck at the small boy that had just ignored her words and moved on to another conversation. "You have a nack for ignoring people wishes don't you?"
He nodded, and flashed a toothy grin. His red gum display alongside his pearly white teeth as he did.
"It's my most awesomest trait."
Braelynn couldn't help the tiny smile that surfaced on her face. "Tell anyone this and I'll throw you into Avalon's river, but you are officially my favorite person you tiny little freak,"
His grin only broadened at her words ignoring the threat in her words. "You're my second favorite person, even though you never answer my questions"
Braelynn's calm expression contorted into a frown. "And who's your actual favorite pretty boy?"
"My daddy, duh," His expression stated duh as well.
Braelynn took a seat by her desk, with her hand on the table and her chin on her palm.
"Well you're in luck pretty boy, I need a distraction from certain things so you may ask me any question you want."
A light twinkled in Legacy's blue eyes at Braelynn's words. He couldn't help but sit down on the ground before her.
"Wellll, my daddy always tells me a lot about you but they never mention your parents. Who are you parents, Braelynn?" Braelynn automatically stiffened at the question.
Her jaw ticked and her expression hardened. But remembering she had promised the little kid she calmed herself.
"My mother- My mother is a beautiful woman, in fact she was Queen partly because of that...." Braelynn trailed off, an itch crawled up her skin only talking about it.
Legacy that didn't pick up on her behavior asked. "What's her name?"
Her magenta eyes descended on the little boy. "I call her máistreás, but other know her as Aíne" Her accent drawled out with her words.
(máistreás --- mistress)
"She's a very powerful woman, many people love her, and fear her, she- it was her that created Tír na nÓg..." Though her eyes were on Legacy it felt as if she didn't even realize he was still there.
"Wow, I always thought you did," Legacy's voice made her blink back into the picture of reality.
"She abandoned Tír na nÓg in chaos after one foolish King managed to piss her off, I took care of it from there." Braelynn's tone suggested she was already getting irritated.
Legacy decided to abandon his curiosity on the maternal parent of Braelynn's life.
"What about you dad?" Braelynn looked at him incredulously for a moment but after the moment a smile broke from her face one that showed off her teeth.
A genuine smile. "He was cocky, suicidal bastard with the vilest of taste in women, but also one of the other that don't fear my mother"
"What was his name?" Legacy asked.
Braelynn shrugged. "Can't remember, I never really knew him."
Legacy frowned at that but common sense told him to drop it. "What about siblings, do you have siblings?"
Braelynn released a harrumph. "Do I fucking have siblings? Talk about legions, I have so many that I can't even keep up with them," Braelynn answered with a scowl.
Legacy giggled. "Do they all stay with you?" Braelynn shook her head.
"No. I hate all of them and they all hate me. As a matter of fact I only keep track of two, my half-sister Emersyn, and my half-brother Mordred." Braelynn informed.
Legacy gasped at her admission. "You can't hate your siblings, sometimes they annoy you, but you can't hate them. Stiles annoys me so much I want to poke him bad but I don't because his my brother and I love him."
Braelynn broke into a sad smile. Her hand drove into his hair and ruffled it. "Dremeine and Afriel have done a wonderful job with you. I'm glad they chose to raise you in this dump--"
The sounds of stirring caused Braelynn to shut up, and turn to the bed.
Red eyes open lazily, and stared right at her, twinkling with need and excitement.
"Maité?" Mactíre's voice sounded causing the hair on Braelynn's skin to stand erect.
Braelynn sped towards him as he groaned. "What is it, Mactíre?" She asked baffled by the concern in her voice.
Mactíre opened his mouth to say something but whatever it was remained unsaid as he spewed out blood right on the bed.
Legacy edged back. "I'll go get papa!" He yelled running out of the room.
Braelynn's have cupped his cheek as she scrutinized him with her magenta eyes. "You're, very, very pale," Braelynn whispered.
"What is it Braelynn- Whoa, what is that smell?" Braelynn glared at Dremeine that had made his way into the room.
"Did he?- Did he puke blood?" Dremeine's expression twisted into disgust.
Braelynn's frown deepened as her fingers trailed on his jaw receiving a soft moan from Mactíre.
"His infected. With black magic." Braelynn said in a hushed voice.
Dremeine edged closer to Braelynn that had crouched down nearest tithe bed.
"Braelynn. I think I've tasted the aura around him before," Braelynn looked up at him.
"Calliope Sinclair. The witch that died a few days ago, she died of dark magic overload, the same kind of aura surrounding your beast."
Braelynn stood up. "What are you trying to insinuate Dremeine?"
Dremeine rose an eyebrow, not convinced that Braelynn wasn't aware of what he was trying to imply.
"That your beast murdered the head of the witch council in meadow reach,"
Author's blurb
Well it's seeming like Mactíre is a cold blooded murderer infected with black magic just like Sora or is Sora 'possessed'?
What's up with Braelynn's mum and dad? and don't you just think Legacy is sooo cute!
Oh and what is up with Sebastian's past?