| What Really Happened Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Cruel Intentions, I just borrow them. Chapter 1: The Truth Comes Out (Sebastian's POV) Rating: R Summary: Want to know how the story really ended? Sebastian, Kathryn, and Annette tell you the real story of what happened after he gave her the journal. Please R&R. Authors Notes: Each chapter of this story is told through either Sebastian, Kathryn or Annette's POV. Also I am currently working on another fic so I'm not sure how often this will be updated. So you want to know the truth huh? You want all the gory details about what really went down? Well here it is and I should warn you it isn't pretty, but don't worry a happy ending isn't totally out of the question... Well where should I start? How about were the story deviated and the truth began to wither away. First however I have to get a few things straight. By now everyone knows the story of what happened between Kathryn, Annette and I. Well I'll tell you right now that only part of it was true. Yes me and my dear sister did make that bet and yes I did fall for Annette but from there on in someone fucked with the truth. I guess the story works better that in the end Kathryn and I pay for our crimes. But the truth is in the real world those who should pay usually don't. Villains (if you would like to think of us as) are rarely punished and usually get away scott free. I guess whoever rewrote the story didn't realize that. Nowadays people want story's with happy endings. They want to see the virginal heroine rise above all the tragic circumstances. However the dumbass who retold the story neglected the fact that she wasn't the hero of this tale, I was. In the story all of you are familiar with I am made to look like some martyr who suffered for all his crimes with a tragic death. Well I hate to disappoint you all but I'm still very much alive and I am here to tell you what really happened. Now what you heard was right...up to a certain point. After I broke up with Annette at the insistence of my step sister I decided I would reclaim my reward. Being the ice bitch that she was of course head games were in order. I nicely requested my reward (I had champagne and every thing) and what does she do? She laughs at me and then goes on to tell me about how she screwed me over. The toy bit was a little much but I guess she was right. She had managed to once again fuck me over royally. If it had been anyone else I might have been impressed. However seeing as it was me I wanted to strangle her. I had to settle for hitting her across the face. I would like to say I was sorry for doing it but who am I kidding? It felt pretty damn good. As expected it didn't end there no she had to try and get one hit in. It didn't work and we ended up wrestling around on the floor like a couple of two year olds. I suppose if anyone was to walk in on us it would have looked pretty funny. After I finally calmed her down I tried to state my case like a rational adult. She screwed me over therefore I deserved my reward. But of course the bitch wasn't having any of it and refused to plop her pretty little ass in the bed. Well then fuck her. If she wanted a war I would more than happily give her one. After I left her layer I went to my room and tried to reach Annette. Of course she wouldn't speak to me and instead put her friend on the phone who bitched me out for ten minutes. I needed to get through to Annette and get back at Kathryn. The answer to these two problems was surprisingly simple. Now understand I do love my journal and as I think back to it maybe giving it to Annette wasn't the best idea, but at the time it seemed pretty damn ingenious. I mean what better way to show Annette my love by giving her the thing I held most dear plus...I needed to get a new one anyway. I had already written quite a bit about my dear sister. Some of it was even a little complimentary. I scratched all of that out and instead wrote a three page long sermon on what an evil bitch she was and how she ruined everyone's life. I knew that was bound to get Annette's attention and at the moment I didn't really care about the possible consequences for Kathryn. I rushed over to the friend's house (who's name escapes me) and demanded to see her. The women was having some sort of party and refused to let me in. Probably didn't look good having some teenager demanding to get in her house at ten o'clock at night. Like I gave a fuck. After realizing that she wasn't going to let me in I gave her the package and told her to give it to Annette. Ok now pay attention this is where everyone got it wrong. I did not stay outside of Annette's house like some pathetic lost puppy. I mean give me some credit I wasn't that far gone and I did have my pride left. No instead of waiting around for her to forgive me I went home to try to get some much needed sleep. Well that was the idea anyway. As I arrived home my head racing with the events of that truly fucked up day, I headed to my room but stopped when I noticed the ice queen's door was open. Now it occurs to me that if I had indeed ignored this and just gone to bed maybe things would have turned out different. Maybe me and Annette would have lived happily ever after and Kathryn would have paid who knows? However I was too tempted to see what she was up to. I was not terribly surprised to find her destroying her nostrils with her favorite white powder. Her back is turned to me and she is wearing only a small robe with her beautiful dark hair pinned up. I watch her for a second marveling at how she can make even taking a bump of coke look graceful. Finally I clear my throat and ask "you know you better be careful anyone could just walk right in here and see you. However would you explain yourself?" She stops immediately and slowly spins around with an icy look on her face "most people knock. What are you doing here? I thought you'd be trying to win back Dorothy." "I was. Actually I'm expecting her call any minute." She got off her bed and folded her arms over her chest "goody for you. Now get out." I can't help but smirk at her holier than thou attitude. The more I think about it the funnier it seems and I begin to laugh. Kathryn turns back to me and asks "what's so funny?" "It just occurred to me that with all your planning and manipulations you still won't win. It's rather amusing." Her eyes narrow at me and I can just imagine what she's thinking. I'm assuming it's something about me rotting in hell. "You haven't won anything Sebastian. Do really think she'll take you back after the way you screwed her over? I doubt even she's that dense." I sigh "well maybe not but after I gave her my journal-" Those pretty green eyes of hers went large "you gave her your journal? Are you completely stoned?" She asks in this astounded tone. "Well obviously not as much as you. Yes I gave her my journal and I think she'll find it quite interesting. Especially the things about you." I then walk out of the room with her calling after me "what things?" I know this will cause a reaction in her and I have to admit that's partially why I did it. I calmly go to my room and wait for her to follow me in. In a matter of seconds she comes charging in, hands on her hips and a look of absolute fury on the face. The girl is never more beautiful then when she's angry. "Asshole, what things did you tell that hick about me?" I wait a beat savoring the moment before I tell her "everything." I get out off my seat and begin to circle around her and in a menacing tone I tell her exactly what I've done. "The drugs, the eating disorder, the mind games, all the guys you've fucked not to mention some of the girls, the drunken nights of debautry, and oh yes the bet. It was all in there sis. Now I'm not the only one who knows the true Kathryn." As I face her I realize she isn't saying anything she's just staring into space with this look on her face. I laugh triumphantly "well aren't you going to congratulate me on my triumph?" Kathryn finally looks up at me and for an instant I regret what I said. The cold hard iciness is gone and is instead replaced by something else that I can't place. Sadness, fear, hurt maybe all three I can't be sure. It seems to last forever before she says something and when she finally does I once again try to remind myself who I'm dealing with. "Congratulations" she says in this voice that makes her sound like she's on the brink of tears. It's just a trick I tell myself, Kathryn doesn't cry she's just trying to manipulate you. I force a cold smile on my face "thank you. Now I guess were just going to have to wait and see what Annette does with all that new found information." "Do you really hate me that much?" The question surprises me to say the least "excuse me?" "Do you hate me so much that you would destroy everything I've worked for? God Sebastian she could ruin me!" "You had no problem destroying my relationship with Annette. I loved her and-" "You do not love her!" Her voice is loud but shaky "you barley know her!" "I know she would never try to hurt me for sport. She's a decent, caring person who knows how to love unlike you the untouchable ice queen. You can save the fake tears cause I'm not buying it Kathryn. Now why don't you just fuck off." I feel like I should feel better about myself but I don't. Looking at the expression on her face I feel like shit because I realize I have hurt her. I turn around and hope she will leave. Instead she says in a low hiss "you bastard. If you really believe that you really are a complete idiot. You were the only person that I ever..." She trails off and I turn around to see a look of pure sorrow on her face. For a minute I wonder if she was going to say what I think. That word, that word that the two of us avoid using around each other like the plague. We never used it but I always assumed it was what we both felt for each other. That was of course until her little speech she gave me hours ago. We lock eyes then she shakes her head sadly "I am done with it. I am sick of all your shit and the games. It was one thing that you fucked half of New York, but if you go to her, if you choose her then I'm finished with you. What ever was between us will be dead and gone." "Your saying there was something between us?" "Of course there was. Jesus Christ Sebastian I did care about you, I wanted you but obviously that wasn't enough so go back to your virgin. I hope you two are happy together while it lasts." She turns and walks towards the door and I know everything will be a hell of a lot easier if I just let her go. If I pretend this little exchange never happened but of course I can't. I'd be lying if I said a big part of me wasn't thrilled at the realization that she did want me at one time or another and that she still might. I sure and hell couldn't let her leave. As she opens the door I come up behind her and slam it shut. She doesn't move as I place my hands on her waist and whisper in her ear "I'm sorry." And it's possible that for once in my miserable life I really am. I can here the sigh in her voice as she asks "what are you doing?" "Something I should have done a long time ago" I tell her as I spin her around and pull her into a kiss. Up until that time I had never truly kissed Kathryn believe it or not. Sure I had felt her up from time to time and had in some form I guess kissed her but it was never a real kiss. It was never like this. She kisses me back but her hands remain fisted and push against my chest. I can tell she's fighting with herself over doing this. Kathryn pushes away from me and shakes her head "no, I'm not doing this. Not when you want her." "I don't want her" I pull her back to me and kiss her. She fights but kisses me back as we collapse against the door. I pull away this time "I want you." I tell her this over and over again as I start to kiss down her body. At this point she has stopped fighting me and is instead pushing herself into me. If you hadn't figured this out before I really have fucked a lot of women but she was the only one I ever truly wanted. The holy grail I guess, the prize I could never have. Well here I was with her in my arms and it almost scared me. It wasn't too hard to push thoughts of Annette out of my head as I stood and picked Kathryn up. Her slender tan legs wrapped around me and she moaned as I pushed my erection towards her heated sex. As I undid her robe and squeezed her firm breasts I consider how much better this was than my encounter with Annette. Up until that point I had considered my night with Annette to be the pinnacle of my so called career. It hadn't exactly been acrobatic but it had been sweet and meaningful. With Kathryn however it was the best of both worlds. It was rough and passionate but oh so meaningful. It was the perfect mix. We are kissing fiercely as my hands roam down her body. I can feel her hand wander to my pants and unzip them as I kiss and suck on her neck. "Sebastian fuck me" she orders in a husky voice. For once I'm sure as hell not going to argue. Making sure I have a good hold on her I pull away from the door and collapse on to the bed. I want her to be comfortable, I want her to enjoy this. It takes only seconds for me to get rid of my clothing and half a second for me to rip off her sexy underwear. It's in that instant that I push into her that I know. I know from that point on nothing will ever be the same. I am right of course. It was in that instant that the rules changed and things would never be the same between us. I have to admit I'm curious as I look back on that night and wonder if I would have done things differently. Probably not. The future was hardly sunshine and roses but that night with Kathryn was more than worth it and it would change everything. If you want to know the real story and what happened from here on stick around. This was only the beginning. |
| What Really Happened Chapter 2: Staying the Night (Kathryn) Summary: Kathryn�s perspective on what happened after her and Sebastian slept together. Christ I had never been this sore before. Well maybe after the first time, which was nearly five years ago. Don�t get me wrong it wasn�t necessarily a bad sore, I just couldn�t move all that well. Actually to tell you the truth I was feeling pretty good. I couldn�t remember the last time I felt this fulfilled. I often look back on that night and recall being up at 3 in the morning just laying in his bed listening to him sleep. I remember just sitting there part in terror and part in excitement but not really sure what to do. If you had told me twenty four hours ago or hell even five hours ago that I would be spending the night it Sebastian Valmont�s bed I would wonder what you were on and where could I get some. I mean seriously not even I saw this coming. I suppose that�s what made me so nervous. For once in my life I was at a complete loss. I was always the one in control, I always knew what was going to happen in advance but last night�last night shocked even me. Don�t ask me why I nearly broke down in tears in front of him cause I have no idea. I suppose it was just the idea that he did truly pick her over me. He gave her that fucking journal with all my secrets in it. It was the ultimate betrayal and he knew it. I suppose you could say I deserved it but it still hurt. As Sebastian sat there bragging to me about his triumph I just felt all the energy, all the fight drain from my body. Good god I almost told him I loved him. Luckily I wasn�t so far gone that I let that slip, I really wasn�t in the mood for some emotional break through. The truth of the matter was that I always just assumed he did love me too. We never said it we never really had to. It was sort of the unwritten rule in our relationship. We both could fuck whoever he pleased so long as we never broke that one rule. Never, ever fall in love. Neither of up had till she came along. As soon as Sebastian told me about the journal I was terrified not only of the fact that Annette would probably tell every one but also at the fact that now I was truly all alone. In the past Sebastian and me would constantly play these little games were we try to prove who�s smarter, tougher, better. However we were always there for one another if there was a real problem. Christ how corny is that? But it was true. Last year Andrew Fuller tried to rape me at this New Years Eve party. True I had been teasing him all night but it still didn�t give the little pervert the right to put his hands on me. Anyway Sebastian busted in, grabbed Andrew and threatened to throw him off the balcony if he ever went near me again. I gave him a blowjob for as a reward. I in turn have always kept him out of trouble whether it be at school or with our parents. Ok I did it most of the time when it was beneficial to me. The point being we were always on each other�s side but when he handed over his journal to Barbie it was like he was changing teams all of a sudden. I was truly was all alone. Funny I didn�t think of any of this when I was trying to win are little game. Needless to say I was quite shocked when he stopped me from leaving and apologized. Maybe I was wrong maybe he did want me or maybe he just wanted to get laid. I thought the latter and tried to stop him when he kissed me. However as soon as he told me he wanted me I pretty much gave in. Well I don�t need to tell you how fantastic the sex was. The boy was quite talented which would explain why I was so soar. We fucked three times and then he went down on me. I more or less passed out from exhaustion and went to sleep. When I awoke it was three in the morning and Sebastian was fast asleep beside me. The room was completely dark except for the light coming from the night sky. I turn on my side and watch him sleep. Funny in all our time together I had never had really seen him sleep. I mean I must have but I was likely too busy trying to steel something out of his room at the time. This time I really looked at him and I couldn�t help but smile. He had sort of this angelic look to him when he slept, you would never guess what a devil he was when he was awake. For whatever reason I have this sudden urge to lean over and kiss him but I curb it and instead lightly stroke his face before turning back on my side. I have this fear that when I wake up he�ll tell me he doesn�t want me or he�ll decide to go crawl back to that girlfriend of his. Either way I think I can�t be here when he wakes up. My legs are sore from out little experience a few hours ago not to mention my cunt. I can still feel his come in me and I realize I should probably go and clean up. I slowly start to get up and then quickly remember I have no clothes on. Seeing as the room is completely dark I can barely see anything. Fuck it I�ll just go naked it�s not like it�s a along walk across the hall. As I sit up I ache and not just from my sore body. No it�s because I know I really don�t want to leave his bed but I don�t see any other alternative. I glance once more at his sleeping form before I start to get up carefully and quietly so I don�t wake him. I get off the bed and take a step but as I�m doing so I suddenly feel something grab me and since I�m concentrating so much on being quiet it scares me. I let out a yelp as his hand pulls me back down onto the bed. My body practically lands on top of him, which I think is what he wanted. �Where you going?� Sebastian asks in this sleepy half amused voice. �I-I� since when do I stammer? Holding my head in resolve I say, �I�m going back to my room.� Smirking he says �no your not. Stay with me.� I�m not really sure if it�s a request or an order. Either way I once again try to pull away but he holds on to me tight. �Why? Are you really that into morning sex?� �Well�yes but that�s not the reason. Why don�t you just go back to sleep. Aren�t you comfortable?� The concern for my comfort is starling to say the least. �Yeah, I�m fine it�s just that�since when do you like girls to stay the night?� �Well your not just any girl. I like you in my bed.� Seeing the sincerity in his face I have forgotten what my reason was for leaving in the first place. �Fine I�ll stay.� He gives me that annoying cocky smile of his and says, �I knew you couldn�t resist me.� I scoff and close my eyes �eat me.� �Definitely in the morning� he tells me as he wraps his arm around me and pulled me towards him. I smirk and being to drift back to sleep enjoying the feel of his arms around me. The next morning I awoke with that same initial fear of being left alone. I opened me eyes and found I was still in Sebastian�s bed however it was daylight and I could now see out clothes scattered around the floor. I can�t feel his arms around me any more so I think he must have gone. I sigh and contemplate turning around when I hear �Jesus I was starting to think you would never wake up.� I turn around and see Sebastian sitting up in bed wearing his glasses and reading the Fountainhead. Smiling I tell him �I had an exhausting night last night I need my sleep.� �Apparently� he says with a smirk. �What time is it?� He glances at the bedside clock and says �a quarter to eleven. I was thinking of walking you up but you looked so incredibly beautiful I didn�t want to bother you.� Moving closer to him I smile �aren�t you sweet.� I notice the book and ask, �what�s with the book? You always read after sex?� �No I usually write in my journal but seeing as I don�t have that anymore�� Recalling that fucking journal my smile falls. �Yeah and who�s fault is that?� His blue eyes narrow �well I wouldn�t have done it if it weren�t for all the head games.� I know what he�s saying is true, which makes it all the more troublesome. Were quiet for a moment as I rest my head back on the pillow. I then ask him �do you really think she�ll show people it?� Sebastian is reading his book and says simply �I don�t know.� His lack of concern annoys me and only makes me more nervous. I am considering all the options on how to prevent the little virgin from ruining me when I notice Sebastian staring at me. �Don�t worry I�ll take care of it� he assures me. Sitting up I ask �how?� He closes his book and says, �I have my ways. However a small fee may be in order.� I smile getting what he means. I do so adore morning sex especially when you actually like the person. I lean closer to him until are lips brush and ask �what kind of fee?� �I think you�ll enjoy it,� he whispers right before pulling me into a kiss. Wrapping my arms around him I pull him down on top of me. Although there is a sheet between us I can tell he�s naked underneath. I can also tell he�s very much in the mood. As our tongue�s play in each other�s mouths Sebastian quickly rips the sheet away. I moan feeling him pressed fully against me. I move my legs apart giving him better access to me. He shifts his body down then pulls away from my mouth. �Are you still sore?� I smile �a little but� I take his hand and guide it in-between my legs so he can feel how wet I am. �I like it.� He smiles as he leans back down and kisses me. I can feel his dick poking at my entrance and teasing me. I try to push him inside but he seems to enjoy my agitation. �Sebastian� I purr as he starts kissing my neck �I need you to fuck me?� �Need?� I nod and he thrusts quickly into me. It�s safe to say Sebastian it quite endowed but its what he does with it that makes him the best I have ever had. Stamina is the key but he is also able to hit that certain spot inside me that makes it feel like a constant come is approaching. As he sucks my breast and I close my eyes tightly enjoying the sensations I try to remember how we got here. In the end I suppose it doesn�t matter. The only thing I want is him and I felt in that moment that was the only thing I ever wanted. It�s funny how one moment can change your whole life. There are several events leading up to this and several things that might have prevented it. For months I will debate them and wonder if it really would have changed things. I could have said no to him that night, I could have gotten out of bed like I planned, or hell I just could have gone to the bathroom before we had sex but no that�s not what happened. I also think the bitch could of just rang the doorbell. However that morning, that morning that would haunt me for the next six months did not unfold like any of us planned. As Sebastian and I fucked I opened my eyes and saw her. In the doorway stood Annette staring at us with this horrified look on her face. At the time I remember thinking this was the first time I actually saw her close up. Odd we knew so much about one another and yet we had never met. Well that was all about to change. �Oh my god� Annette calls out. In retrospect her walking in on us was nothing. It was what came next that would turn everything on its head. What was to come shocked even me. - to be continued |