Guns 'N Roses

A bark of laughter escaped him, her attempts at bargaining amusing him. His disgusting smile only widened, his eyes lit up with a dangerous and feral glow. “How do I know you won’t just rrrun off and forget about grabbing someone?” he asked, his words slurred and his tone slow, as if he were attempting to talk to her as if she were of below average intelligence. “Trust isn’t really my thing, darling.” For a second time he blinked hard, feeling lightheaded and unbalanced; within that, however, was the same bottled up craving for pain that he’d always felt. Except this time nothing was being held back, and he fully expected to get what he wanted, one way or another. His tongue ran along the back of his teeth, his stare startlingly focused for how intoxicated he appeared to be. “Oh, I think you’re the one who needs to not do anything stupid,” he nearly purred, taking another few steps in her direction. His lips peeled back, his teeth bared in a sick grin as she screamed at him, though he stumbled back slightly at her shove. His eyes refocused on her knife, a disbelieving laugh spilling from his mouth. “You really think that’ll do anything to me?”

Carmen rolled her eyes, although he wasn’t wrong. There were many possibilities for her to get away if he were to go alone with her plan, but she was smarter than that. That would cause more of a problem for both of them, and so, she continued trying to persuade him to take her up on the offer. “I won’t. You can- you can come with me and pick ‘er out yourself. Just... You don’t need me. I’m no good.” She clenched her teeth together. “Understandable. Which is why you can come with me. If you don’t want that, I can swear to you I’ll bring someone back.” She wasn’t going to give up, and he wasn’t making any further moves. The worst he had done so far was try to kiss her, and she had gotten past that for right now. At this very second, she wasn’t being harmed in any way. “I wouldn’t dare,” Carmen said, her tone mildly sarcastic and snappy. She didn’t want to test him, but she was fed up with this, and she felt she could protect herself with the knife she bared before herself. She let out a small, uncomfortable laugh. She wasn’t sure what he meant by that question, but it came off as a thought that he was invincible in a way, and that was what she thought to be hilarious. “Of course it will. I have to protect myself if you think you’re going to lay a hand on me.”

Sebastian’s brows stayed high as she snapped, and the moment he got a straight answer he went back to grinding, adding to the cigarette bit by bit again. Although his gaze didn’t so much as shift in Carmen’s direction while she spoke, when she finished, he tilted his chin upward to show her the little smirk he was proudly displaying. However, his brows briefly came together as she stepped back. “Relax. A’m not goin’ to do anythin’.” He said, attempting to hold back a chuckle. “You’re claiming ‘im, is tha’ it?” Standing up, he plucked the cigarette from her fingers and added the last of the weed to it before twisting the end. “S’right ‘ere.” He stuck the joint between his teeth and lit it; he pulled softly to make sure it was started correctly, and then passed it over to the blonde.

Carmen exhaled through her teeth, relaxing slightly as he assured her he wasn’t going to hurt Logan, although her defenses stayed put for the most part. He might have said he wasn’t going to do anything to the brunette but there was no way she was going to completely trust him. “Sure,” she said, her voice full of doubt and irritation. “No.” She wasn’t claiming Logan necessarily. He wasn’t her’s. She didn’t care what he did, but that didn’t make the thought of him being hurt feel any better. “’M not claimin’ him,” she mumbled, looking down and kicking at the grass. She shook her head, turning her eyes up to him and taking the joint between her fingers. “Thank you.” She brought it to her lips and inhaled, blowing the smoke into the air before offering it back to him. 

Her annoyance, however clear it might have been, wasn’t anything he considered with interest, his focus remaining on other things. “Will I now?” he asked, his lips curling back in a terrible sneer, his fingers twitching at his sides with the desire to curl them around her neck. “Oh, but you see, I like the fighting, the tears – all of it. Why would I want someone who’s just…” He trailed off, blinking hard as his thoughts scatted, though a moment later his focus seemed to return. “Why would I want to take that away from the situation? It’s just so… satisfying.” Her offer might’ve done him good, but it wasn’t something that interested him just yet. “If you try and leave I’ll just chase you down. I”m good at that, see, done it a lot.” It was obvious that her suggestive smile wasn’t genuine, a fact that only caused his smile to widen into a sick grin. “Please,” he mocked, taking another step forwards, the movement still not one of grace. “Done with the bargaining? Because I’m not really in the mood for, uh, talking anymore…”

Carmen nodded quickly, brows pulling together in a furrow. “Yes.” She then suddenly shook her head at his next words, shrugging slightly. “Th-then I’ll make sure she will fight. I’ll make sure that she will feel all of the pain you bring upon her. I’ll help you make her feel as much pain as you would like her to feel.” Hurting people was nothing for her, and doing it with someone was even better. The screams that arose from people as she forced pain upon them was the best drug she could have, but getting herself hurt wasn’t her goal. “O-okay... I won’t go anywhere. I’ll-I’ll stay right here. Just don’t do anything stupid.” Her voice rushed out of her mouth, panic dancing through her words. “I don’t care what you want!” She screamed, shoving him forward. “Leave me alone.” She reached into her back pocket and pulled the knife out, holding it before her in a defensive manner. 

“I apologize.”

“It’s okay. What kinds of terrible things have you done?”

Merida snickered behind her hands, thinking she had out smarted the other. The snickering quickly turned to whimpering in fear at the rest of the woman’s sentence. “No!” She screamed, scurring out from under the table.

Carmen smirked, as her trick had worked, and quickly reached out to touch the girl. “Tag! You’re it!” She laughed coldly, turning and running down the hallway. She was surprisingly having fun playing with the child. It seemed like it was something to clear her mind from the things she had to focus on for a this short period of time.

His pronged tongue darted out to wet his lips, his eyes dropping lower than they should have as he watched her back away. In order to negate it, he took several clumsy steps forwards, though whether he was overplaying his intoxication or not was left unclear. “No, see, I always get what I want,” he told her, his voice nearing a growl, “and right now, what I want is you.” A chuckle that seemed too lighthearted and lasted too long left him, his awful smirk still plastered on his face. “We’ll see about that, sweetheart.”

Carmen sighed out of annoyance as he stepped towards her again, not blinking or moving her eyes from the spot where he stood. “Mm... Do you, now? Well, let me just tell you, that this is one thing you’re going to have to miss out on. But, I can go find you a pretty little thing that isn’t me. I’ll make sure she won’t fight.” She smiled at him suggestively, tilting her head with high hopes that he would take her up on the offer so that she wouldn’t become the victim, and could instead mess up someone else’s life. “I don’t care. Because me is going to just... Go get you someone else. I’ll be right back, and she’ll be tied up and ready for you; I promise.” Although she had a smile on her face, her eyes begged him to take her up on the offer. “Please.”

“I will be around. It does not appear that we will be leaving this place any time soon.”

“Don’t remind me.”

Merida ran around a corner and slid to a stop. Giggling quietly, she climbed under a table, thinking she would be sneaky and hide then run the other way when Carmen ran by her.

Carmen turned the corner where Merida has only been down just moments ago, stopping to see there was nobody around, and no doors to face her. It was an empty hallway, aside from a table and a few empty cups. “Hm... I wonder where you are, little one.” She laughed quietly, slowly nearing the table. “I don’t see anyone. Guess I’d better go look somewhere else, and leave this dark, scary hallway.”

He’d never liked the word no, and his irritation with it became apparent in his expression as soon as it’d left her lips. “I know exactly what I’m doing,” he said, his words slurring together, his teeth bared in the beginnings of what might have been a sarcastic grin… or a snarl. “You know, I don’t like being refused. I think you’ll find more terrible things’ll happen if you continue to do that.”

Carmen backed up until she was standing in the doorway of the room, where she could escape at any time if she needed to. There was no way she was letting herself be hurt. Reachomg into her back pocket, she secured her hand around a switchblade she had found hidden in her room, ready to attack. “Too bad,” she spat. “Rejection is just something you have to learn about in life. Take it or leave it. I don’t care. But you’re gonna have to find someone else who’s down to shag. Hint-- it’s not me.”

Merida screamed happily and took off down the hall. “You can’t catch me!”

Instead of running, Carmen slowly began down the hall towards where Merida had began, her body moving gracefully, but wiht purpose and in a way that made it seem she was on a mission, with her shoulders held high and her back straight; a glare held on her face that gave that impression that she wasn’t to be messed with. “I’m sure I can!” 

“I have done many terrible things before. It does not bother me.”

“Very well. You might prove useful. Guess we will only have to see in the future.”

Embedded in her words was a challenge for Sebastian. He looked back at her with high brows, evidently on the cusp of acceptance. He never backed down from a challenge – that had been ingrained in him since he was a child, and pride and confidence kept him true to it. Some drug dealer teenager wouldn’t be an exception now. “Are you asking me to prove it to you?” The grinding came to a halt again as he moved his hands over to his side, hovering them just above the bench. He was ready get up the second she gave the word, impatience building within him as he waited. “Tha’ makes two of us.”

Carmen let out a sound that sounded more animalistic than human; a low growl deep in her throat, her teeth grinding together. “No,” she snapped, standing quickly from the bench. She didn’t want anything to be proven because she was well aware he could most likely take out Logan, and while she wasn’t sure why she was protecting him, she knew it was wrong to let Sebastian go after him. “It’s not test, or a challenge, or anything like that. I don’t want you to touch him. It’s as simple as that. If anyone is going to hurt him, it’s going to be me. It’s going to be someone who isn’t you.” She stepped back, ready to run if Sebastian decided to make a quick move and go towards Logan’s room. “So hurry up. I expect my payment.”

“Oh really? Well, it should be.”

Carmen stepped back, shaking her head. “No... Not at all. I don’t want you. I would much rather have you step away from me. I don’t snog with tipsy people. You don’ know what you’re doing, and I’m not going to responsible for any terrible things that could happen.”

“It does get chaotic around here and I am willing to help where I can.”

“Perfect. What a good man.” Carmen smiled, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. “Even if it means doing terrible things?”

“No fair!” Merida screamed happily. She spun around and smiled up at the girl. “I’m gonna get you. I’m really fast!”

“It is fair, kid.” Carmen nodded, giving a small smile. “Sure thing. Go on now. Run.”

Sebastian proceeded to break off part of the nug and used his fingers to break it up before grinding it as fine as he could. However, Carmen’s response stopped him mid-grind. Bringing his gaze to her face, the heir buckled his brows to her words and sat back, tilting his head slightly at her. He remained silent until she was finished, as his unamused expression said it all. “You think so, yeah? You wouldn’t ‘ave even known about it if I ‘adn’t told you. I could ‘ave beaten th’shit out of tha’ kid and kept it all f’myself, so it looks like it could ‘ave gone either way, sweetheart.” He retorted, and perked his brows at her. Turning his attention back to the weed in his hands, Sebastian went back to grinding, adding to the cigarette in the blonde’s hand bit by bit.

Carmen narrowed her eyes, her head quickly cocking to the side. “You wouldn’t have laid a finger on him.” She knew Sebastian was just as powerful as her, maybe even more so, and probably knew a lot about manipulating people, but she would prefer him to not hurt Logan. Logan was someone she wanted to keep around, for her amusement, and someone she could have if she needed company. “Not if I had anything to do with it.” She snorted, shaking her head at him as she awaited the grinding process to come to a close. “Hurry up. I do not have all night.”

Cas smiled at the girl. “Anything.”

“Wonderful.” She smirked, narrowing her eyes slightly. “Might need a few things around here.”