SEBASTIAN
I had a dream, no, not me, Jezzy had the dream, and yes, I could see the dream, but I tried hard not to; I just can't help it. But I let out a sigh of relief because the dream wasn't romantic, but it wasn't pleasant either.
Jezzy was on top of me, attacking me with his claws. There was blood everywhere, and I looked like I had been pushed into a blender.
Damn, Jezzy is angry, isn't he? I don't blame him. I don't know why I kept all that a secret; I should have told him about the other ways I was able to connect with him. He's new to all this; now is not the time to be me because he's confused, and he needs all the help he can get.
God, I'm so stupid. If Jezzy just wakes up and takes off to New York, then I'll deserve it; it will be my fault. I should have just told him. Why did I have to keep it all a secret?
I care about him so much; seeing him almost get killed by that monster lit a fear inside me. Whatever that thing is, it knows that Jezzy didn't die, and he didn't succeed. So that means Jezzy is not safe, I mean, we're all not safe at this moment.
What the fuck is even that thing? It was so large, vicious, wicked, evil. He looks like he's here for one thing and one thing only, and that is to get rid of Nytheris.
But what did Nytheris even do to him? If he just talked to us, then I'm sure we would work things out… with us killing him because that thing has killed a lot of Nytheris, and he almost killed Jezzy.
I get out of bed, and I do twenty push-ups in a spot, and I do sit-ups and a little bit of exercise in my room. I take a shower, and I put on my clothes. And I walk out of my room. I head downstairs, and Mom is already making breakfast.
"Good morning, darling."
"Good morning, Mom." I peck her on the cheek, and I pick up a bacon and throw it in my mouth.
I haven't told her that that thing attacked Jezzy; she was asleep when I got back, and I have to tell her now before she finds out on her own.
I'm tired of keeping secrets; look at where that got me.
"So you're going to see Jessie today?" she asks before I even get a chance to tell her about what happened.
Yes, I mean I always want to see Jessie, but I don't think Jessie wants to see me right now. He's angry with me and rightfully so because I fucked up.
"I'm not sure," I say.
"Oh, Sebby, why not just tell him how you feel?" Mom asks, and I widen my eyes at her while I drink from my glass of milk.
"It is not that easy, Mom. Besides, he has a boyfriend." I say to her. Then she looks down at her hand.
"Are you sure that relationship is going to last?" I almost spill my milk after that statement she just made.
"Mom!" I laugh.
"What?" she laughs as well. "Okay, maybe that was an insensitive thing to say, but both of you are soulmates, even his mom thinks so. You guys were always meant to be together," she says, and now I'm beginning to feel delusional because if our mothers want us to be together, that means they see our potential.
I smile to myself.
"You know we always knew that Jessie had a crush on you. The way he would look at you when you weren't looking, how he would move closer to you and make sure your skin touched, all the love poems he wrote for you…"
"And only me," I say proudly, and Mom shakes her head. She stays quiet for a bit.
"But I think if you want him to come to you, you have to be patient, mi amor, don't pressure him into doing anything because if you do, that's when you lose him."
Yeah, she's probably right. I did a wonderful job pissing him off anyway, now he's not talking to me, he's not replying to my texts, and I'm not going to read his mind or see what he's doing. I'm just going to respect myself and him because he deserves that.
But God, I love him so fucking much; he should know that, he does know that. I just want to be there for him at a time like this. He's new to the supernatural world, and there's a monster going after him. It's insane, and by the way, we have to catch that monster immediately. I'm not going to let anything happen to Jezzy, not on my watch.
I head over to the cemetery to visit Dad's grave. I usually come with flowers, but I do that on the days when we're meant to visit him on a Sunday; it's Friday. I'm here because I just need someone else to talk to, someone who isn't alive, someone who's already in the afterlife.
If his spirit still lingered, I would have sensed it; we all would. Nytheris sense these things. But he's at peace, he's in paradise, safe from the evil people who killed him. I would have wanted to get revenge on those people, but they're humans, we cannot kill the monster hunters, we can only harm them, so they learn their lesson, but God, I so badly want to use my claws on them over and over.
I stare at Dad's tombstone, and I release a heavy sigh. He didn't deserve this; no one does. The Goddess is going to have to mend the law so it would be way easier to fight these humans without getting in trouble. I think that's the reason why my dad ended up in the ground in the first place. Because he didn't want to kill these humans.
If he killed them, then maybe he could have easily said it was all self-defence, or something like that. Well, that's the past, and honestly, I'm tired of the what-ifs. He's gone for good.
"Hi, Dad. I uh-I know you usually see me on Sundays with mom and sometimes Pilar, but I came here on my own today just to say. I miss you, I miss you so much." I still remember his face. I don't need to look at pictures to remember what he looked like; I remember him perfectly.
His curly brown hair, dark brown eyes and his goatee, he was so fucking handsome. So fucking handsome. That's where I get my handsomeness from, so I've been told. And I totally see it.
"There's a monster going about killing us, and no one knows where it's coming from. Jezzy's back, and by the way, you would have loved him; he's my best friend, but he's also the guy I'm in love with. Been yearning for him for the longest time; he's amazing. He was killed by that monster, and I lent him one of my nine lives. I currently have eight lives, and it was worth it.
I would do anything to keep him alive, anything. That's how much I love him… but you see the thing is." I chuckle. "He's seeing someone else, and honestly, it's driving me crazy. My heart hurts just thinking about it. I hate that it does because there is a connection between us, I can feel it. He's my soulmate, we're spiritually tied to one another. Mom says I should be patient, which is going to be so fucking hard. But I will overcome. I'll try my best to be patient, for him, for us."
I'll never be this vulnerable to anyone, not mom, Pilar, Michael or Serena, but with dad and Jezzy, yeah, those are the people I can spill my guts to. Those are the people I can be vulnerable with.
"Alright, Dad, I'm gonna go now. I'm not going to be bothering you anymore. I'm sure you're enjoying yourself in the afterlife and not worrying about earthly issues. I really do miss you."
I turn around to leave the cemetery.
God, I'm in the mood to punch something right now.
I'm at Rosa's and things are running smoothly as usual, because it better be if not people are going to start losing their jobs.
"Hi, Sebastian, you look good as always." Marceline Jones says, placing a burger on a man's table. She's dressed in her uniform, white shirt, black shorts and a dark purple apron. She has dark red hair and she's in her late thirties.
She's been working with us for a long time now, since I was a kid. I remember when she would clean up my mouth, which would be filled with sauce, when my mom was her boss. Now, I'm her boss, and she doesn't treat me like a kid. We both have a mutual respect.
"Well, well, well. He does look good." Antoine says, eyeing me. Antoine started working with us two years ago, and he's always wanted to have sex with me. He is a hot, confident, and good-looking guy, but my heart belongs to Jezzy. Pathetic, I know I'm a yearner who isn't over his first love.
"Gee, thanks, guys. Want to know why the sudden compliments? What happened? Were we robbed last night? Did any of you rob me? Did we allow a Trump supporter to intimidate you again?"
"Noooo, no no no we just wanted to compliment our boss," Marceline says.
"And you know I always give you compliments." Says Antoine with those seductive eyes of his, and I should be used to those eyes by now.
"Antoine, don't you have something to cook right now?"
"Do not harass me, woman, I have claws too," Antoine says, showing his nails, and I smile, then I shake my head at both of them because they're always going at it with each other.
And those nails are nothing compared to my sharp claws.
"Anyways, Sebastian, we've got company." Marceline sees nodding her head toward the so-called company.
I spot someone who is out of place. And that person is Victor. He sees me looking at him, and he wiggles his fingers in a greeting, showing those large claws of his that he refuses to hide.
I sigh, and I walk over to him.