Hellbound Heart

"No!" she finally burst out, stopping Subastian from continuing. Shaking her head frantically. "That's not it! The vampires or you have nothing to do with it... it's not you... it's not the vampires..." her lips started to tremble as her tears began to flow from her eyes. "I'm not... scared because of you... or any vampires!"

Sebastian yanked her into his arms and held her, unable to stand watching her cry anymore. He couldn't bear the sound of her trembling voice as she tried to keep herself from breaking down.

"I'm sorry... don't cry..." he whispered as he held her tightly in his embrace. He tried to keep his composure even though all he wanted in that moment was to rush out and find whoever it was that had scared her so badly, and skin him alive and torture them until they were begging for death. Even then, he would not let them off for torturing his Izabelle.

Fortunately, he managed to hold himself back. It was already an incredible feat for him to be able to stay put in the midst of his lethal bloodlust and anger. And he knew that it was all because of this woman who was crying in his arms – whose tears he had wanted to stop more than anything else, even more than his desire to spill blood.

He took her back to the couch and sat down there with her cradled in his lap. He let her cry into his shirt and simply held her. He could feel her whole body shaking with the sobs that were wrenched out of that slender body of hers, as her tears continued to fall and caused the front of his shirt to be wet. Waiting patiently for her to finally feel better. He wished he knew what comforting words to say to soothe her even for a little. But he was not that confident in his ability to spout soothing words. He was aware that everything about him was rough and harsh. And he was afraid he would only make her feel worse if he went ahead and said something.

So, all he did was quietly hold her close to him, moving his hand gently over her back - from her shoulders down to the small of her back. As he held her, he realized how small she actually was in his arms – how fragile and breakable she felt. He just needed to exert a little strength and her bones would break in his hold.

By the time she finally stopped sobbing, Sebastian held her shoulders and made her look up at him. "I want to... no, I need you to tell me the truth, Izabelle." He told her, his voice pleading. He must know who was the bastard that had scared her, or he would lose it and go wreck havoc in this town and disrupt everyone's peaceful life just to find whoever or whatever that had terrified her yesterday.

"It's... it's the man named Boone..." she finally confessed after keeping silent for a couple of minutes. "He's Brandon Haze's chief bodyguard. And he used to..." she paused and bit the inside of her lip. "I thought I saw him in the market that day and... I ran away as fast as I could. And before I knew it, I ended up in the forest, hiding."

Sebastian noticed how Elle had suddenly stopped talking and continued on another topic. His heart had skipped a beat as he had a bad feeling about it. "He used to... what? What did... he do to you?" He tried his very best to keep his voice less severe lest he accidentally scared her.

When she could not make herself give him an answer, he pulled her into his embrace again. He knew exactly just how hard it was to say the things one would never want others to know.

But right now, he did not need to hear it anymore. His bloodlust made his blood boil. He needed to kill that bastard. No, he needed to torture him in the worse way possible for him to calm down again!

Placing Elle down gently on the couch, Sebastian whispered to her. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

But Elle grabbed onto his hand. "Where are you going? You're not going to..."

His thumb was suddenly on her lips and his forehead rested against hers. His grey eyes were bright and staring directly into her own blue ones.

"Don't worry... I will not cause too much commotion now that you have named the bloody man. Stay here. I'll be back." His lips landed just below her ear, and before she could react, he was already gone.

...

As soon as Alex saw Sebastian's expression, he sighed out in relief. That bloodlust and rage only meant one thing. Sebastian had found who had caused Izabelle to run away and hide yesterday.

"I need to see the face of that Brandon Pig's bodyguard. The man named Boone." Sebastian told Alex. His eyes now had a steely and sharp quality to it and looked as though it could flay Boone into meat strips.

Seeing that Sebastian was looking like dangerous time bomb itching to blow up any moment, Alex immediately went to his phone and called the mole he had planted in the Eves palace. Fortunately, since Brandon Haze was still going to the Eves palace with his goons, the mole had already familiarized himself with the most important bodyguards of Brandon.

So, in a matter of seconds, he managed to send them a picture of the man named Boone.

As soon as Sebastian looked at it, his face screamed the words 'the hunt has begun'.

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A/N: Shout out to @Dreamer_Princess, @Royan75, @edi_o and @chinawa! Thank you so much for the supergifts yesterday. Also, to @camilla_freiendahl for the hundred of GTs you casted. Thank you so much! I wish i can mention you all here who had casted your GT's on this book but though I can't, please know i am beyond thankful for every single on of you. Love you guys! <3