Chapter 116 - A Game Of Dance

I find myself being dragged by the collar by Edward as he lifts me from the floor. Never once would have I ever imagined that a brother would have launched himself at me the way that ever did. If it were not for him that had me to the floor from the start, I would have frankly fallen off the chair myself at his rather surprisingly outburst and furious rage.

He has now shown me and my beloved disrespect, and therefore he shall pay.

And pay he shall. At his attempt to pull me from the floor, I grab him by his shirt with so much force that it rips from his body, the buttons pop off one by one and drop like little peas to the floor. He immediately spins around and rids himself from his now shredded jacket as I drag my claws through them. He is now from mid to top bare in front of Lilith and me; she has sent the poor boy Stefan to Anastasia. It shall only be a matter of time, and she shall come to see what the commotion is about.

By now, I would think that this man shall stop and realize his foolish mistake, but I am somewhat sadly mistaken. He only but advances for me again; this time, though, he is moving rather slow, ominous, he is taunting me. Edward knows what drives me, but he also what drives me mad, and it seem like he wants to play a little game; well, by all means, let us do.

I see as he patiently waits for me to remove my shirt as well. Now unlike the beast that he has just turned into, I slowly, just to annoy the man even further, I take my time in popping each of my shirt buttons open with but a few flicks of my fingers. I fold it up neatly and place it on the chair; then, I take my stance.

But before a single move is being made, I hear Lilith shouting in the far corner of the kitchen.

"Please stop it! Both of you!"

It only falls on ears that are not about to listen. The time for listen has passed, not after a blatant attack of war was made to my face. Does this man for one moment think that I shall let this go because he was a friend and even, rather, more importantly, a brother? Well, I am his Master; there shall be no forgiveness given here today.

Yet it is the brother part that makes me stop and warn him once again, "You are making a fateful mistake, Edward. I heed you to think of what it is that you are about to set into motion."

"The only thing that needs to be set in motion is for your beloved and the child to leave this home."

"She is also my wife."

"Yet another thing that Sebastian Belmont felt that he needed to do differently. Or was it perhaps her idea as well. Because god forbid everything is her idea lately, and most of the time, it gets us all into trouble."

"Edward, I have warned you for the last time."

"Save your warning Sebastian; this ends here, today."

With his words not yet from his lips, he shifts his feet at an incredible pace towards mine and reached his claw for my face. With one snap of his arm, he slashes open the skin of my cheek. He retracts his arm to launch at me once again, but I grab it in midair. I twist it behind his back; I step closer.

"You are going to regret that."

My grip goes firmer, and I push him off from his feet; he slides across the length of the table and crashes over the side with a loud thud on the floor.

I make my way to where he finds himself and yank him up by the shoulder; with utmost ease, I lift him in the air and toss his body to the other side of the room.

He rises to his feet and reaches me in less than an inch of the second; as he looks to the side for a brief second, he fools me to do as well. Then he slams his hands around my shoulders and tosses me into the foyer where Anastasia has now shown her face.

"What is going on here?"

"My beloved, he does not know how to show respect."

"Well, can you not talk it out?"

"Oh, we did, it failed."

"Now you are going to kill each other."

"Oh, I am killing him. He won't have the chance to get even near enough to take my life."

She only but shakes her head and goes stand by Lilith that is beside herself. I am sure she shall fill in the blanks, and then I am even more convinced that she shall be just enraged.

But besides that. This has now moved to the ballroom. It seems that he wants to play a game of dance, well we shall dance to the death then. He was a brother and he friend, and with much emphasis on was. There is no purpose in this house for him any longer; if he does not want to leave, then I shall make him leave. Will I regret what I am doing? Of course, I shall, later when my moral curse of a soul comes back to haunt me. But the question begs, shall he? No. He is a mere Vampire that has gone insane.

"Edward, I will ask you again. Stop this insanity and just leave. There is no further need to prove a point. Point taken. I appreciate your concern."

"No, Sebastian, that is the thing. You do not appreciate anybody's concern."

"Since when have you taken the moral high ground? Since when do you care? You a Vampire for godsakes, it seems that you have grown a heart."

"No, I have grown a level of frustration that only your beloved fuels."

Now, if I was not enraged before, then I truly am right now. All rational thinking has now left the door, just at he needs to.

"I want you out of my house. Get out!"

"You think you just say one word and all need to listen to you, or is it your beloved that holds the word these days. You do her bidding even when it is yours to bid."

"You are a fool."

I expose every nail from my claw in pure elegance, and slowly and with the utmost dept, do I drag it down his chest. He screams out of horror, and he sees his skin is being split open slowly, bit by bit. Without even flinching, he draws one very same claw and slams it into my stomach. Driving them in with utmost force, piercing deep, and as he slowly pulls them out again, he drives it back in even further. I watch done and see his fingers that are completely soaked with my blood. And with soft little pitter-patter, it drops to the floor.

The agony makes me topple over in pain, but this is not a pain that I will show him. As I rise up, I rip him by his feet and rise his body in the air.

"Today, I will let you drip dry. And then I will see you in hell."

"Oh, my dear friend, you will be going there first."

"Ha! You think I am your friend?"

I rise him even further into the air, with only but one hand, I slice him by the throat. I watch as his blood splashes to the floor. Then I drop him and toss him toss him in his own pool of mess.

"Leave my house, and I shall let you live."

But the man is a fool, for her slams his claws in my chest and drags me back just as I am about to walk away. With only one flick of his finger, he drags his nail around my throat and slowly whispers, "Not until you are dead."

"Well, you are making two fatal mistakes. One, my beloved will come for you. Two, the Vampire community will come for you. Now leave while you are still welcome in this community."

Death is thy ears, I may say; he slams his claws in my chest and drives my body straight into the far side wall, mere inches away from a pole of a chair that Stefan broke earlier the week.

Then he looks at me, "I could have killed you so easily there, Sebastian."

"It is Master, and no, it is not that easy. For I can."

I close my hand around his throat one by one and grip as hard as I can. I snap him off his feet and spin his body around. I drive him into the very pole that I just but missed inches ago.

Next, I softly whisper, "It is Master, and I told you to leave my house."

As I make my way out of the ballroom, Anastasia and Lilith come running in to see Edward driven against the wall.

"Sebastian, what have you done?"

"Nothing to worry about, my Lilith; he is alive. Help his miserable body off and make sure that he leaves this house."

"But Sebastian, he is our brother."

"Then do tell me, does a brother always try to kill another brother?"

"He is only upset and blinded by it."

"Well, I am blinded by rage, and I will not be upset about it."

"Sebastian, please." I hear my beloved say as she comes with the very man that she has helped from the stake. I do not know if I should see her compassion or if she is willing to look the other way after what the man has said and done; whichever way, it does not even cause me to stir. I shall not show pity. He had his fair warning, and he continued to disrespect me. No one, but no one disrespects their Master.

"Edward, get out of my house!"

As he is about to make his way upstairs to gather his belongings, I call after him, "You shall stand council for this."