Revised

Sebastian

Tonight had turned out very different than how I had thought it would.

The fact that I've known Sienna since she was just a baby, and I watched her grow from afar, having minimal encounters with her, I expected her to either be her shy and insecure self, or to be transformed into some snobbish woman with a haughty attitude like the rest of the royals. She was raised by Delannah, after all.

However, I was quite surprised.

The moment Sienna descended the stairs every so gracefully, her louis Vuitton stilettos coming into view, her long and creamy slender legs slowly coming into view, giving way to her curvy figure and slim waist, I was in awe. My eyes kept moving upward with every inch that was revealed to me. Her small waist curved up to her large breasts, covered by the sapphire lace across her chest. Her neck was so long and slender, head held high.

Then I saw her face and my heart, already beating wildly in my chest, sending blood to the lower half of my body, faltered. She was breathtaking and not at all the seventeen-year-old girl I remembered from our encounter just last year on this very day.

Her eyes pierced through me once they landed on me. Those eyes were so big and innocent, a turquoise – like tropical waters. Her nose was small and upturned – cute. Her cheeks still had that fullness to them but her sharp cheekbones were more prominent now, and her lips – those lips that I have tasted before seemed ever more full and poutier than I remember.

She was angelic. That is the only way I could describe her physically. Her hair, a rich brown with loose curls falling to her waist, I wanted to run my fingers through those strands and tug so those wide innocent eyes met mine.

Gorgeous was an understatement of how Sienna looked. She had grown into a perfection I had only ever seen on a vampire before. She kept her head high and a smile poised on her face. Her back straight, chest sticking out slightly, she appeared to be the regal princess that she was expected to be for me.

I remained unfazed on the outside while I took in her appearance with approval. A hunger in the back of my throat began to pulsate and my gaze narrowed onto her throbbing pulse at her throat. Her heart was racing the moment our eyes met, but having been taught how to control her body, she slowed her heart down to a calm beat, however, I noticed.

When she spoke to my father, her voice came out like an enchanting melody, hypnotizing and addictive. I instantly realized that I wouldn't mind hearing her talk aimlessly about nothing in particular, as long as I was able to hear her speak. Music – that's the only word to describe her voice, melodious music.

I was completely baffled. Having met her before, I knew how skittish and shy she could be, but she also had a sensual side that I've also seen. I expected her to either fumble on her words or to behave utterly entitled, but neither of those things happened. For once in my life, I was thrown for a loop.

Flawless in every sense of the word, Sienna had intrigued me beyond words. She was polite and respectful as well as confident, something I hadn't expected. Even her appearance was flawless.

Humans are all flawed. They all have imperfections like freckles, moles, stray hairs, and birth marks, but Sienna had none of those. I couldn't even see one pore on her smooth skin. She may be a human but she didn't look like one at all. I would have guessed her to be a vampire if it weren't for her scent.

I noticed she put on airs for her mother, gauging her reaction every now and then to make sure she wasn't doing something wrong, but other than that, she was purely herself in those expressive eyes.

It stunned me how beautiful she had become in just a year. Mother was right, she was special. How special she actually is, I'm not certain. Mother only ever told me that Sienna is the only human who could ever bear children with a pureblood vampire. Changeling vampires cannot reproduce with anyone, but a Pureblood is born, therefore, Sienna could have my children and they would all be pureblooded though Sienna is a mere human.

It took a lot for me to ever consider a human special. They are nothing but cattle to me. Humans are used for food – nothing more. But Sienna is a different story. She may be just a weak human, but there is something about her that is indeed special.

The one rule my parents ever gave me in regard to Sienna, was never to have her blood. That was something that I had gone against already, though no one knew about it. I hadn't a clue as to why I wasn't supposed to taste her, but the moment I did, I realized why. It was because her blood was addictive and my body had craved it long after I compelled her to forget our meeting last year. The Sienna I kissed that night – that was the shy and awkward Sienna, still beautiful though.

Sienna was a very cute baby, and she had managed to become prettier every year, but this enchanting creature I met tonight was not the Sienna I remembered.

Now, she is insanely gorgeous and that shy girl I remembered was nowhere to be found.

The moment she was introduced to me and our gazes locked on one another's, something inside me ripped forth and I could feel my fangs itching to come out, to taste her. Thoughts in my mind flashed through and I wanted to take her up against the nearest wall and revel in the feel of her body and that scared me.

A human. Me, a Royal Pureblood, wanting a human in that way. Some vampires dabbled in seexx with humans but not me. It was frowned upon and I would have never considered it – until that first encounter I had with Sienna a few years ago. Now, it only seemed to amplify.

Throughout dinner, she remained quiet and polite, not speaking unless spoken to. I had attempted to rile her up a bit and bait her with a taunting smirk here and there but she only became more intrigued. When the maid popped her head in to announce dinner, Sienna had caught her eye and smiled at her lovingly. I had frowned in confusion at her behavior, sensing a bond between the two of them. She should have hated that maid if she were anything like Delannah had raised her to be.

Every time her eyes met mine, I expected some sort of reaction as If she would remember me, but I knew she wouldn't

Those memories, I had to make her forget, but I remembered her well. Last year, when I had her blood – something that was forbidden, I almost couldn't stop and that was when I realized why my mother had told me I could never drink from her. I almost killed her and that nearly broke me for some reason.

Ever since then, I have dealt with cravings for her blood and It had been hard not to go straight to Delannah's and take her. These feelings had eventually died down, but seeing her again tonight, they resurfaced and I wanted her in every sense. Body and blood – I wanted her.

That only made me angry at myself, which put me off toward her when it was discovered that Sienna had no idea about vampires – who we were and who Delannah was.

We ventured into the next room to sit and discuss everything and I could feel the distress coming from her body as she sat there patiently, waiting for information. The moment Delannah came out and said she wasn't her mother, I wanted to rip the woman's head off her body. Who starts a life changing conversation that way?

As angry as I was at myself for having fantasies about the gorgeous woman next to me, I was even angrier at Delannah for her uncaring attitude toward the girl she raised as an infant. My parents were even more hostile but you couldn't tell it by the way they kept their features calm. I could see it only because I knew what it looked like when they were beyond pisssed.

Sienna was my prized possession. Though I had no inclinations to marry a human woman, she has been mine since she was a baby, which made me see her as such – Mine. Surely, I had thought that Delannah would at least see her as her prized possession as well, seeing how she raised her, but I was very wrong.

I did, however, catch Sienna'a thoughts the moment her mother told her that if she pleased me that I would more than likely change her instead of killing her. Her thoughts immediately ran to the classes she had taken to ensure she knew how to please me. That only angered me more, but at least she cared enough for the girl to ensure that she would be able to make me want to keep her.

I wouldn't have disposed of her after she had given me children, though. If I didn't feel the need to change her, I would still have kept her around and made sure she was happy. It would only be right considering she would be half of my children I would have with her.

Delannah may be a cold hearted b!tch, but she indirectly had given Sienna something that she knew would help her succeed on her mission to become my wife – to please me to the point that I turn her eventually.

I expected Sienna to react to the news of our being vampires, but not the way she did. all humans know we exist and rule the world but it appears as if Delannah has kept her on a pedestal, never revealing anything at all.

I couldn't help but think of how naïve she was to the world around her, and something about that appealed to me. Someone so fragile and otherwise innocent is mine to have – to keep.

When we had been alone, I saw right through to the real Sienna. She had a lot to say and didn't mind letting those words out. It must have been hard holding her tongue as she grew. I wondered what kind of punishments Delannah sprung on her for misbehaving.

Outside, she had been panicking but she hadn't recoiled from me after learning what I was. She was so unbelievably naïve and I felt this urge inside me to protect her. I explained a few things to her and showed her a memory from when she was sixteen, one that we shared and one that I made her forget.

She had been surprised, her aroused scent filling the air around us once the memory had been relived in her mind. That scent called to me as well as her blood scent did and I found myself fighting an internal battle. She wanted to know more, but I suggested we go back inside and discuss things with our parents.

Once we were seated, her mother went on to tell her how I would never love her – how I would become fond of her but that I'd never love her because of our chemical change. I felt so much disgust and hatred for Delannah at that moment.

Even more, I felt completely outraged that the changeling had hurt Sienna. She was my human and has been since birth. The urge to protect her was strong and I fought that feeling but it had gotten the best of me.

When Sienna told her mother off, running away to her room, I had this feeling fighting inside me to go to her. I hated how this human compelled me to do things I would never do, but she was mine. She is my property and my responsibility now. I'm to be her husband, though as badly as I wish it wasn't true, it is, and It's my job to protect her now.

Besides, I didn't want her thinking she would never be loved or she would never sign the marriage contract. Going to her was the right thing to do if I wanted to win her affections and have her sign the agreement between us.

Also, we would have beautiful children and the mating process would be.... Interesting. I'd never actually been with a human because it's quite frowned upon. Vampires can kill a human by internal damage during the act if they aren't careful, so it's a bit of a fantasy of mind to have her in my bed despite my aversion to humans.... But I'm a bit of a sadist anyway.

However, the fact she could affect me said a lot.

She's been the only one. And many have tried

Making my decision, I stood up as did Delannah, her amber eyes full of fury.

"Everyone sit here. I will go calm the girl since she is mine. Someone needs to be on her side if we want things to go smoothly with the... contract."

Delannah sat down in her seat, her face a mask. She was the strangest vampire changeling I'd ever met.

I ran up the stairs, following Sienna's muffled cries. I reached her room and silently entered her room, something inside me constricting at the scene before me.

She was curled up on her bed, heels discarded on the floor while hugging her pillow, crying into it to silence herself. Her thoughts were loud inside my mind.

Why couldn't she love me?

Why couldn't I have just one person who loves me?

My own future husband can't even love me... even she said it was impossible. Why the hell am I so special that I am forced into a marriage where no one will ever love me? I just want to experience some form of love! I just want to be free!

Those thoughts of hers did something to me.

Despite my dislike for humans, I didn't want this one to feel bad. She was mine. My human. I couldn't help what I did next.

I went to her bed and gently touched her smooth shoulder. She gasped and let out a frightened squeal, flipping her body around as her face tilted up and those glassy turquoise eyes pierced through me. She was falling apart and her heart was as erratic as a humming bird. I wanted to bring her into my arms but I stopped myself. These feelings were harder to fight with her right in front of me. I wasn't sure what they were, but they were there.

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you." I kept my tone soft as I sat on the edge of the bed.

She scooted back toward the headboard and held her knees to her chest with wide innocent eyes frantically searching mine. I didn't have the heart to tell her I could see her pretty, black, lace panties. I didn't want her to feel embarrassed, which was an odd feeling.

It seems her blood has taken a larger toll on me than I had initially thought.

"What are you doing here? Are you going to punish me instead of mother?" She asked meekly, her eyes peering up at me with a sort of fear. My forehead creased into a frown. Why would I punish her?

I was surprised she wasn't berating me for coming into her room, but there are more things about this human than meets the eye.

I leaned down, brushing a stray hair behind her ear. "No one is angry with you, kitten. We understand. I know you are afraid and you are thinking no one will ever love you, but that's not all true, ok?" I didn't want to give her false hope but I didn't want to upset her either.

She sniffled a little and wiped her eyes, looking up at me with those gorgeous turquoise seas that our children might possess one day. I couldn't fight the feeling of wanting to be closer to her.

I slid up on the bed in front of her legs which were tucked up to her chin, her tight dress hugging all those curves and giving me a private peep show from the short length.

I shook my lust away and reached for her hand, taking it in mine, feeling the softness of her skin.

Every time her skin touched mine, I could feel myself stir beneath my pants. Vampires are extremely lustful creatures but never for a human. But now I have my very own special human to take care of... I'd get to be with her eventually. I just have to play my cards right. She must bear me children anyway.

"But you can't ever love me, can you?" Her voice wavered slightly as she looked up at me with so much heartache and I brought her hand to my lips, kissing her knuckles before meeting her gaze once more.

"Sienna... it isn't common for a vampire to feel love for a human because we feel differently. A vampire has a chemical that causes them to love another vampire. A human doesn't have this chemical, but you are special. And we will be married. We will be having children together. It would be impossible to go through all of that without any feelings at all." I was honest. I didn't come out and tell her that I would never love her without her being turned into a vampire, but I let her know that feelings would come. And they would. I would become fond of her, going through marriage and having children, she wouldn't just be my prized possession, she would be my partner. I wouldn't see it that way, but she didn't need to know that.

She forced a slight smile on her painted lips as she glanced down to where my fingers were absentmindedly playing with her knuckles.

Why am I touching her affectionately? Constantly feeling the need...

I studied her flawless skin and bit my bottom lip when she wet her lips.

Taking a deep breath, I got up from the bed, tugging on her hand for her to come with me.

"W-what are you doing?" her beautiful features scrunched in confusion.

"I think we should get you cleaned up. Your mascara is running down your face." I found myself finding her beautiful with those tears running down her cheeks.

Seeing a woman cry had always enthralled me, as sadistic as it sounds.

Her cheeks flushed out of embarrassment and she tried to hide her face by looking down. "I'm s-sorry. You shouldn't see me like this." She was becoming frantic as she let go of my hand, standing up off the bed.

"Hey." I took her hand in mine again, her wide and curious eyes looking up at me. "Don't worry about it. You are beautiful even now, if not more. Come. Let's get you out of that dress. Its constricting and distracting especially when I know what you're wearing underneath." I couldn't help but to let her know that I could see her lacy panties, her embarrassment running deeper.

She gasped slightly and visibly cringed. "Oh my. That's so embarrassing You could've told me you could.....see." She said with horror.

Chuckling, I leaned down, trailing my finger along the path of her tears on her cheek. "I will be your husband soon. Don't be shy. We are naturally lustful creatures who love to see bare skin. If I had my way, you'd wear lingerie all the time." The shock on her face was pure joy to me.

I loved making her squirm.

"I-I can do it myself." She stuttered. This wasn't the Sienna I met downstairs. This was the actual version of her, the one I remembered from last year. She could fool her mother all she wanted, but I knew the real Sienna.

"Sienna. We're getting married. Get comfortable. its only right that we get to know each other a little in the process." I gave her a dazzling smile and heard her heart accelerate for me.

Her thoughts were running wild.

I scooped her up in my arms bridal style when she made no movement and she squealed in surprise. I may never love Sienna while she's human, but she's mine. I at least had that with her and no one could take that from her since I've already tasted her blood.

Vampires are territorial over what is theirs. I had never had encounters with a human before, but with Sienna being special and the fact I've watched her grow from a mere infant to the seductive temptress she is now, along with tasting her blood, I viewed her as mine. She is mine and no one else's. She is pure for me and only me. She will be the mother of my children.

She's mine

I hadn't made up my mind how long she would remain mine, but now, I wanted something so taboo that went against every single social standard that had been taught to me; A human.

But my human, nonetheless.

After all, she is the only human in the world that could become pregnant by a Pure Blood, and she didn't even know how valuable she was. Hell, I didn't even know the extent of how special her blood was.

I carried her to the bathroom as she swatted at me to put her down and I had to fight the urge to dominate her aggressive little swats, but I managed. I couldn't scare her just yet.

I sat her on the sink and reached behind her for the zipper on her dress. She froze, grabbing my shoulders as he lips parted in shock and her eyes widened to that innocent doe eyed look.

"W-what are you doing?" She whispered in slight fear, but I could smell something else beginning to mix with that fear. Something desirable.

I kept my face a mask, "I'm helping you. Don't question me. Like I said, you are my wife. Well, you will be soon. Just tell me where your sleepwear is." I gazed into her eyes with dominance, clenching my jaw at how hard it was for me to remain calm and not try and take her here and now.

With her face coated with drying tears, the scent of her slight arousal in the air, and her blood calling to me to just take a tiny drink, it was all I had not to rip her dress off her here and now, taking what I wanted.

The thoughts of me being with a human were disgusting, but this human was different because she was raised by vampires and was betrothed to me since birth.

She bit her lip, her eyes unsure as they darted from both of mine. I could see the slight clench of her thighs as she sat in front of me on the counter. She was attracted to me as much as I was attracted to her right now. If the sexual tension wasn't enough to clue me into that, then the thoughts in her mind were. I needed to get out of this situation fast before I did something.

Her teeth let her lip go and she swallowed hard. "I don't think this is appro-"

"Sienna. I'll handle what anyone deems as inappropriate. Now I asked you a question." I removed her hands, placing them in her lap.

She pointed to the dresser just outside the bathroom door. "Top drawer." She whispered.

"Mother says a lady should only ever sleep in silk and lace, so I doubt you will find anything but negligee's in there." She explained to me as her eyes stayed glued to her hands in her lap, her cheeks flaming with a beautiful pink tint.

Her mother sounded like a control freak for a female vamp. I liked her style though. Sienna in silk...

Or nothing...

I picked out a mid-thigh length baby blue silk slip with matching robe and went back to her position on the sink, my hands grazing the soft skin of her inner thigh. She looked up at me like a scared rabbit and I felt my need flourish. I couldn't do this, not here.

Moving her thighs apart, I stepped in between them as the skirt of her dress bunched up higher up her thighs and I reached for her zipper again as she just watched me with fascination.

Her thoughts were loud. She was thinking about me being a vampire and what that meant for her. She wondered if she would have to feed me once we were married, recalling our conversation where I told her that I wasn't allowed to feed from her yet. She wondered if my being a naturally lustful creature, as I had told her, would mean she would have to give herself to me before our wedding.

She was full of questions and thoughts.

A smirk rose at the corner of my lips as my fingers brushed higher up on her inner thighs and she inhaled sharply, shaking herself out of the daze she was in and the sexxual tension  became known to her.

"I-I can dress myself." her voice was weak. I liked this Sienna much better than the cool, calm, collected Sienna that I had met at dinner. I like someone who is submissive to me, as being dominant is in my nature. That was the one good outcome of this union – she wasn't a vampire woman. Vampire women tend to be outspoken and unpredictable. Sienna was just a weak little human, putty in my hands. Beautiful in every sense of the word – I would make her mine soon.

"I know you can. But I want to help you." I wanted to provide her with a little bit of comfort, earn her trust.

She smiled weakly at that and nodded her head.

I slid the zipper down slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. Glancing behind her shoulder briefly, I watched our reflection in the mirror, her back towards it. Once the zipper was all the way down, I slid the dress off her shoulders and what I saw next in the mirror's reflection made me so furious that I was doing everything I could not to break the counter with my white-knuckled grip.

There were long angry red scars and a few scabbed over gashes marring her beautiful, delicate skin and I was ready to burst into a rage.

I yanked the dress all the way down her body and she gasped, trying to cover her chest from me, but I was not paying any attention to that at the moment. It was the scars littered across her back that had caught my eye.

"Who did this to you?" I seethed with narrowed eyes, unlocking my grip from the counter to graze a few lines on her back, feeling the raised skin that sent a fire of fury through my veins. 

My teeth descended and the red glow accompanied their appearance as I felt the few marks that were still fresh.

She looked up at me with realization of what I saw and began trembling, trying to slide off the counter but I was pressed between her legs so she couldn't move.

"Answer me!" I shouted at her, gripping the tops of her shoulders a little too tightly. She whimpered, fear settling in those beautiful blue eyes of hers.

I had to try not to scare her, but my anger was taking hold. I wanted answers and I wanted them now. Why was Delannah touching something that belonged to me in such a way - ruining her skin? This was blatant disrespect towards me and I wouldn't tolerate anyone hurting what was mine.

And Sienna was mine. 

OOh! Sebastian is so angry right now!

From previous chapters, we see that Sebastian has an anger problem. Will it scare Sienna off? Or will the calling that her blood has on him have an effect on the way he treats her?

What is Sebastian going to do now that he has seen what Delannah has been doing to Sienna all these years? Any guesses? I've changed things up so those of you that have read this story previously, some things have changed.

This story had 32 chapters before I unpublished the entire thing and started from scratch. I wanted it to be different and the story line I was following needed a change up.

The curse word are meant to be misspelled, fyi. The wattpad scanner will catch them and mark the as mature. sigh - i hate the wattpad chapter scanner!!!!

Next chapter is full of secrets and furious possesivness :)