Inject Me Sweetly / Dusk Until Dawn

:Inject Me Sweetly: Chapter Fourteen

"No," I responded quickly, hopeful that he'd elaborate on the topic.

"Well-"

Suddenly the kitchen door opened, causing Sebastian to snap his mouth shut. Disappointed, I turned to glower at whoever was there. My frown dropped when I realized it was Fiona. Speak of the devil.

She stared at me curiously for a moment. "Morning, Em."

"Good morning, Fiona," I responded.

"Have you seen Mom, Seb?" she inquired, turning to her brother.

He dropped his gaze. "No, sorry."

Her face fell. "Oh, it's um, it's okay."

"Want some breakfast?" Sebastian offered, gesturing towards his place, his head still bowed.

"No, that's okay. I need to find Mom," she declined, taking slow, backward steps out the doorway. "See you later, Em. Bye, Seb."

I glanced at Sebastian, seeing his face tightened as if he was in pain. Bewildered, I turned back to Fiona, but she was gone. Sebastian let out a deep sigh, placing his fork down on the table. With weary eyes, he stared at the floor.

"Sebastian?" I said hesitantly.

His gaze snapped to mine. "Yes?"

"Can I... Is it okay if I ask what happened between you and Fiona?"

The frown on his face deepened, but he didn't reply. After a few minutes he slowly nodded. "I don't see why I shouldn't tell you."

My heart jumped in excitement. I tried to keep calm, but it was hard. Curiosity always got the best of me. For all I knew, Sebastian could have killed Fiona just for the fun of it... Was that something I really wanted to know?

I already knew the answer to that.

I was dying to know.

"Why don't you accompany me to my room?" he suggested, pushing his plate away from him. "You can bring your breakfast along if you'd like. I've lost my appetite."

Pushing my plate away from me as well, I shook my head. "No, I'm not that hungry anyway."

He smiled. "Or is it you don't want to eat my cooking?"

"It might be a little of both," I responded playfully, trying to keep the smile on his face.

It worked. Together we made our way out of the kitchen, making kittenish banter throughout the labyrinth of halls. Obviously the story behind Fiona and Sebastian wasn't going to be a cheery one. I wanted to keep Sebastian's spirits up for at least a little while before he revealed probably one of his deepest secrets.

"Through here," he suddenly spoke, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You've never been to my room before, have you?"

I shook my head, following him through a door to our right. "I can't say I have..."

"Excuse the mess, then."

Mess? He stepped aside, allowing me to see the entirety of his room. Like almost every other room in the manor, this one was perfectly themed. The floor was made out of oak wood panels, which matched the color of the couch nestled in the corner and also the bedspread on his King sized bed. The walls were painted white, and brown curtains hung from the gigantic window on the far side of the room. There wasn't one thing that looked out of place. Whatever "mess" Sebastian was talking about, was obviously not in his room.

"Want to take a seat?" he offered, pushing me towards the couch. "Make yourself comfortable."

"Sure," I responded, awkwardly taking a seat on the leather couch. My eyes widened in surprise when I sunk just about five feet into it.