Fate

A/N: Please let me know what you think of this ending... I'm not sure if I think it's really complete or not... Thanks!! :)


Chapter 16

After four days, Ella began to fret. That night, Sebastian showed up, and told her things were mostly sorted.

“But I can’t have you here! I mean, it is forbidden to bring anyone not part of the establishment up to the living quarters. Vari doesn’t want any legal trouble on his hands.”

“I’ll find a way to bring you back to my house. If it weren’t for Miranda, it’d be your house too.”

“Oh Seb…” Ella leaned into him for a hug, glad that they were dancing slowly on the dance floor. From the wings, Rinae watched and, then and there, realized that the love Ella felt for Sebastian was absolutely true and that he felt for her the same way. She sighed, for these things can only turn out badly.


Another month passed, and the lovers managed to keep their activities safe from the rest of the Dasz household. At the end of the week, Ella woke to nausea and rushed to the common bathroom. As she left it, the instincts she had developed when living as a prostitute stirred, but nothing more. She worked that night as usual. The next morning, Sebastian came to pick her up. The two made their way to his house, and then to his study.

“Why here?”

“It’s close to my chambers, and I’m here often. I want to have fantastic memories here.”

“But, isn’t there any risk Miranda will find out?”

“No. She is forbidden entry here.”

“And she doesn’t find that suspicious?”

“Not at all. This place has always been forbidden to her, ever since we’ve been married.”

“Well as long as we’re together and nothing interrupts us, then I’m happy,” Ella leaned in for a kiss which Sebastian gladly gave. They divested themselves and made love. They lay together in the aftermath, when Ella spoke up.

“Seb?”

“Mhmm?”

“I am with child.”

“What?” Sebastian sat up.

“I know, I’m so sorry,” she pleaded, tightening her hold on him.

“Oh Ella… I am torn between happiness and sorrow. What kind of world are we bringing him or her into?”

“It makes me happy that I am carrying your child… I do not want to kill him or her, the way I have been forced to do with others.”

“Then don’t. We’ll find a way.” Far from being upset, Sebastian was ecstatic. Miranda had not conceived in the months they had been married, and here, Ella was pregnant so easily.

Absentmindedly, but then with growing enthusiasm, he trailed tender kisses along her arms, down her side and hips, and upper thighs. She shivered at each contact, as she lay helpless in his arms. He was a god, doing nothing but pleasing her; such a contrast to her past life. When he entered her, it was soft and gentle, his member pulsing with undying love as he thrust in and out. Ella wound her legs around him and pulled him to her with each thrust. She emitted soft moans before they became more ragged, more anxious as her climax approached. Her legs shook with arousal and tension at being hooked together, and she cried out as her walls clenched around Sebastian’s flesh. That stimulation was enough for him to feel the rush and he groaned to completion within her.

“Oh Seb…” Ella panted, “I want… this moment… to last… forever.”

“Me too my love… me too.”

“Oh my Goddess!” came a scream from the door. Ella and Sebastian whipped their heads in horror as they discovered Miranda staring at them, naked as jaybirds on the study’s divan.

“You bitch! You lying bastard! Get out! Out! Out! Out!!” Miranda stormed into the room, digging her long-nailed fingers into Ella’s arm, forcing her to stand. Sebastian intervened and pulled his wife off his lover and closed the door to the study. Ella’s arm bore horizontal red scratches.

“How DARE you Sebastian? How fucking DARE you?”

“Miranda, calm down, this isn’t what it seems.”

“Isn’t what it seems?! It is perfectly plain as day, what it seems Sebastian. It seems that you were just fucking this lovely whore in your study. Is this why you forbade me entry to it? So you could have sex behind my back?! ” Miranda was screaming, as tears filled her eyes and coursed down her cheeks, “How could you do this to me? And get dressed for the Goddess’s sake.” She averted her eyes, staring at the closed door instead, “You just wait until your father hears of this, oh he is going to be mighty pleased, isn’t he now,” she muttered under her breath.

“Sebastian, what do you want me to do?” Ella quietly asked.

“Get dressed, I… Oh Goddess this is such a mess…”

“I’m sorry,” Ella whispered in his chest, taking advantage of the moment Miranda was staring at the wall.

“It’s not your fault,” Sebastian kissed her as he finished pulling his overcoat on. He helped Ella tie her buttons on the dress, then took a seat next to Miranda. He took her hand in his, but she pulled away.

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed.

“And you,” she spat at Ella, “Get out of my sight. I need to talk to my husband.”

“As you wish,” Ella curtsied shortly, then went to wait in Sebastian’s bedroom. She would have to die. Miranda saw her, the Dasz family would be after her for soiling the noble name. Ella ran her hands over her flat stomach, and thought about the child. He would not live to see the day. Death would be the honorable option out of this disaster, for both herself and Sebastian. Closing her eyes, she ran her hand along the soft bedcovers, and discovered herself in front of the dresser. Curious, she looked through the drawers, and came upon a twelve inch dagger. She tested the tip, and drew blood.

Ella glanced at the firmly closed study door. Who knew what they were talking about. She knew what she had to do. Her son or daughter would not see the day, and she would not see another. This time, she was determined, Sebastian would not bring her to the hospital. She needed to die, and he would understand that. If he loved her enough, he would kill himself too, opening his veins with the same knife, mixing her blood with his.


She felt no pain as she drew the knife along the scars. The tissue tore easily, and she pressed harder, watching the blood spatter her gown, staining it deep red. She cut the vein in the crook of her elbow as well as at her wrist. Here left arm was done perfectly; her right not so much since her left hand trembled from the wounds. Once her arms were seeping with blood, she pressed the point of the dagger at her lower stomach, between the steel ribs of the corset. Tears fell silently as she slid the dagger to the hilt where her child was growing. With a low cry, she pulled it back out, watching the blood pour out, drenching her gown. As she fell to the ground near the study door, the last thing she recalled was the door opening, and Sebastian rushing to her, pulling her dying body to his and covering her face with kisses.
“I love you forever…” she whispered faintly as she faded into nothingness.


“What have you done?” Sebastian turned his tear-streaked face to Miranda. She could read the passion with which he loved the dead woman in his eyes.

“You dare blame her death on me?” Miranda raised an eyebrow.

“No,” Sebastian breathed, “I blame my death on you. Cursed be you for generations to come.” He picked up the dagger from Ella’s limp hand and thrust it into his stomach. Twisting it, he pulled it back out, and thrust it back between his ribs, where his heart beat fruitlessly.

“I blame my death on you, Miranda. My sorrow and my death,” whispered Sebastian as he died with the love of his life cradled in his arms.