The next morning, I awoke on my own, not remembering how I got to my bed. It was a few minutes before Sebastian would normally wake me. I sat up, took a deep breath, and tried to relax.

This was it. The day Sebastian was to consume my soul. Suddenly, new fears that I had never thought of before swam through my mind. Would it hurt? Would he be taking me somewhere? He couldn't do it here. He couldn't do that to the others.

Sebastian must've sensed I was awake, because he knocked before entering.

"Good morning, Chrystal."

I looked to him and gave him a smile so genuine I surprised myself. "Good morning, Sebastian."

"Shall we get you ready to go, My Lady?"

I took another deep breath. That answered one question. I nodded.

I quickly changed into my favorite black and white dress and pulled on my gloves. I left my long white hair to flow as it wished. The last time I would ever get dressed.

I met Sebastian in the hall and we walked down to the kitchen. The last time I would eat breakfast.

I took my dishes into the kitchen to Maia. She took them from me and placed them in the sink. I hugged her, thanking her and telling her I loved her. She seemed confused, but hugged me back and said that she loved me to. The last time I would hug Maia.

I did the same to all of the servants. The last time I would speak to any of them.

I told them I had somewhere to be and that Sebastian was taking me, and then left the house. I looked up at it for a long moment. The last time I would see my home.

I turned to see Sebastian waiting patiently for me. I was confused for a moment. Wouldn't he want me to be hurrying up? Wasn't he starving? Either way, I shook the thoughts from my head and smiled at him before walking over to him.

He lifted me up, and I closed my eyes, leaning my head on his shoulder. When I was told I could open them again, we were somewhere mysterious I had never seen before. Probably because it was only meant to be seen by demons and their prey.

Sebastian set me down on my feet carefully, then gently took my hand and led me over to a beautiful garden. It was dead, with bare trees and black, dried ivy clinging desperately to the stone walls, but it was still lovely.

Front and center of it all was a stone bench, where Sebastian gracefully perched me. He kneeled before me, smiling. I returned his smile.

No matter what, I thought as I stared into Sebastian's glowing red eyes. No matter what he may feel towards me, I love him. No matter what, I'll be with him always.

Sebastian seemed to want to take his time, and I allowed him. It wouldn't have been very polite for me to force him not to savor his meal.

He took my left arm in his hands and pulled my glove off with his teeth, then turned my arm over to where the black seal of our contract was contrasting against my pale skin. He slowly bent over and kissed the mark softly.

I giggled, and he glanced up at me curiously.

I smiled at him. "Always so dramatic," I said, shaking my head.

He smiled, then held my hand in his and used his other to move some stray hair out of my face. I felt myself lean into his touch.

"Will it hurt?"

His smile changed, but I couldn't place it. He simply shook his head.

Relieved that I would feel no pain, I relaxed and closed my eyes.

I felt Sebastian move closer, and soon enough, it was happening. His lips reached mine, and they stayed there for what felt like forever.

But then he pulled away. I opened my eyes. Was it done? Was I alive? What was going on?

I looked to Sebastian. Unable to form words, I simply stared at him in what I hoped was obvious confusion.

When he said nothing, I looked around. I seemed to be in the same place. Sebastian seemed real enough. They say that before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. Was the place I was seeing just from my last living moments?

Soon enough, I was finally able to form words. "Sebastian?"

"Yes, Chrystal?"

I eyed him suspiciously. "Am I dead?"

"No, Chrystal."

I was even more confused. "I'm alive? But how? You were supposed to eat me."

He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine once again, this time with a different kind of hunger. When he pulled away, he was giving me his signature smile. Then it hit me, and I had never heard anything more wonderful than the words that came from his mouth.

"My Lady," he said as he opened his eyes to stare honestly into mine, "how could I possibly eat the one I love."

The End

...Or Is It?

(And that is the end of Yes, My Lady! I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you want a sequel, please let me know. I have a title idea in mind, but no idea what it would be about. So please give me all of your ideas in the comments. And if you haven't already, please check out my other stories in the meantime while I see about working on a sequel if you all want one. Thanks for reading, and I love you all!!)