Sane with Insanity

His ears flattened and his snarling became louder. Suddenly he pounced, sinking his fangs into Sebastian’s leg, drawing blood.

Sebastian didn’t blink or cry out in pain as Ben bit into his legs. Instead he allowed the pain to drive his motive. Snapping his fingers he called for the Alpha but also Billy, Justin, Eric, and Luis. “Get’em!” he hissed.

“But…I…why am I here then?”

“I’m building an army....”

Alec opened his mouth then closed it again. Eventually he said in a small voice. “Not all nephilim….just me.”

“Are you in denial?” He asked. “Felix has my son going into a great depression while Mark left an impression on us both. That’s three out of three of the living Nephillim, I know.”

“No.”

“Lies.” He smirked. “Hi. Good Morning?”

He frowned. “I remember…..the roof….Valentine….being cold.”

“Your Dead.”

“Wrong answer....” Sebastian smirked as his eyes glowed with mischief. “I have an old Alpha of yours that been dying to say hi that I could call for a play date? Wouldn’t you like that puppy?”

“Why do I even bother?”

“Because, you seem to have a thing for warlocks. As do all nephilims.”

“I had noticed….”

“Had you?” He asked quizzingly.

“You’re dead.” Sebastian said bluntly but the smile never fading from his lips.

“I don’t care about your magic stick.”

“You don’t?”

“Jerk….” He muttered with a scowl. “And calling me child isn’t mocking? You make no sense!” He blinked at him a moment. “A…you mean…me and you? As in me and you us?”

“Bitch.” He replied instantly. “Child... As I told you once before is a nickname you have earned... Want a new one? Empress me.”

“No….the idea of you being the one writing her name on walls.”

“And here number... And current address. Magically designed to change when she changes them.”

“Now... With the family falling apart because of you and Juliet, we wouldn’t want you to trip and fall and snap you neck... Poor little Dastan will take his on life to follow you.... So... Put the teeth away, mutt. And come talk to uncle ‘Bastian.”

“I-no!” He squeaked. A faint blush appeared on his cheeks. “It was….and it was…well if was…you know!” Swatting the warlock away from his face he gave him a sour look. “Leave my face alone.”

“I finally shut you up... Again.” He laughed.

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me in the slightest.”

“Does the fact that she actually always been a bitch without reason surprises you? No sad story behind the mess named Jo.”

“The mammoth would be easier.” He grumbled, not missing a beat. “The Mortal Cup was taken to Idris. Unless you can summon a portal to get me there…there isn’t much I can do.”

“Then toss that into the demands also.” Sebastian teased. “I know someone, who knows someone, that knows a thing, that owns a place, that hold someone, who knows me, who knows someone else, who know a portal hopper.”