| The Bitch Author: Cassandra Disclaimer: I would love to own Sebastian, sadly though, I don't, I don't own anything. I don't even own the words, Webster does. I do own the story, kinda. Distribuation: I don't think there is a site yet, but if there is, anyone who wants it has it! Summary: Nothing much, just a short fic reflecting on Sebastian's love for Kathryn. Dedicated to the listmom, who wants more fic!! I wrote it for you, sucky as it is! Kathryn Merteuil. I have found my match in her. A bitch, pure and simple, manipulative, cruel, deceitful, promiscuis, witty, and utterly ruthless. She can cut you to ribbons without even dropping that million-watt smile, trick you into believing whatever it is she chooses you to see. She can make her eyes wide and pleading, become listlessly beautiful in an instant. She is the most beautiful piece of merchandise I've ever seen, cold and hard and glittering like a diamond. I am completely and utterly in love with her. She's not just any cheap bitch, either. She is a high gloss bitch, Hollywood looks combined with her tenicious mind. Swift and merciless. She has this entire city fooled into thinking she's a paragon of purity, wholesome and rounded. She only shows her true side to me, laughs at them all behind their backs. The teachers, the society martons, her own mother, has no clue what our angelic Kathryn is like once they aren't looking. Seductive. Succulent. A cocaine addict. cold- hearted. I simply adore this girl. Father dearesr has taken up an affair with her own parental unit, and that's when I met her. I knew from the very second I saw her I wanted her, in every sense of the word. Long, shapely, creamy legs, flowing into deliciously curved hips, tiny, trim waist, lagre, supple breasts, long, thin, elegant neck. All clothed in modest Armani suit, showing just a hint of lucsious thigh and breast. Of course, that facade fell firmly away the minute her mother and Father dearest left the room. "So you are the infamous Sebastian?" she asked, in that charmingly arragont voice she has. She also has a enchanting turn-of-phase. I have never met another person who could come up with so many ways to say 'fuck.' "Well, I don't know, how infamous am I?" I replied, toying with her. I didn't realize at first that my little games wouldn't work with her, thought her to be just like the other mindless debutantes I seduce efortlessly. Of course, now I fully realize that I can't play her, because she posesses equal skill in the game of seduction. She has the power to look straight into your mind and name what you hold most dear, what makes you tick. A high-class, intelligent bitch. "Very infamous. They say you promise a girl your heart, worship her, look into her eyes and lie to her, just to get her into bed with you. And that you never fail." she looked at me with a curious gaze, almost humming in it's intensity. She has a way of looking at you, like she's studying you under a magnifying glass, that is entirly unerving. Makes one quite neurotic. "Are all the legends true, Don Juan?" Aparantly that's her nick-name for me. Droll, isn't it? "Of course they are, Kathryn. If one hears it, it must be true. After all, our worthy society members would never be mistaken in the character of one of their own, now would they?" She walked across the room to me then, beautiful muscles in her legs bunching and relaxing, white skin gleaming under the low light. She walks with a poise most girls don't have, no awkwardness or uncertainty, just long, sure, strides, almost touching in their dignity. That's when it occured to me that there is something different about this girl. sitting across from me, legs open just a tiny bit, she leaned foward confidingly. "You'd be surprised, she siad, revealing her deceptive curcifix necklace, so large in her tiny hand. "What one can get away with, if the package is wrapped correctly." She carefully unscrewed the lid to it, and showed me the small spoon with the white powder. "I have the entire society convinced I am Merry Sunshine, and they don't have a clue about my... other extra-curricular activities." She snorted the white powder through one nostril, making that one gesture surprisingly seductive. "I must admit, I am impressed." I was, you see. I admire her hypocrisy, her deceit, and the uninhibited way she was flaunting it to me. I think we have found a similar turn of mind in one another, a soul as corrupt and uncaring as we have always been. Although I am more open in my explots, more *honest* as it were, she has a shining way of beguiling us all, of making us *want* to believe her. A beautiful, deceitful bitch. "And is that all you are capable of?" She smiled secretively, knowingly, and answered, "Is that all you *think* I'm capable of?" I looked into the unfathomable depths of her greens eyes, so deep you could get lost in them, I mean *really* lost. I could see nothing except what she wanted me to, darkness and shadows. Pure evil. I was completely entranced. "No, if my guess is right, you're capable of just about anything." And she is. Of course, she won't sleep with me... but give me time. My dark, evil love and I will... come to an agreement. Me and my Kathryn. |