This is my first ever fan fic, I know it's differenconsidering Sebastian is the good guy (and in this his name isn't Sebastian) but I hope u give it a chance, ENJOY!

He was kneeling on the ground trying not to collapse as each blow struck his bare back.

"REMBER!" Valentine screamed.

The whip came down more harshly this time.

"REMEMBER WHAT YOU ARE! REMEMBER!"

Finally Valentine dropped, the now bloody demon metal whip. He panted with exhaustion. Valentine turned on his heel toward the wall of the apartment.

His eyes set on the wall, darkness in his voice "I have business to attend to. You will not follow me this time! Or I will put you down like the animal you are! Do you understand?"

Jonathon answered obediently, "Of course… Father."

A wicked grin appeared on Valentines face, all though Jonathon couldn't see it, he knew it was there. Valentine took a few steps forward towards the wall.

In a lighter tone than before, "You should know, today we're in Australia, an anchorage in South-East Queensland to be exact and I intend on staying her for at least another month." His voice darkened, "So don't you go ruining it like last time."

With another few steps he was gone.

Jonathon stayed kneeling; staring at the ground in thought, knowing that if he moved the pain would only grow. Anger, hate, (jealousy to father's 'golden boy', Jace) and a hint of sadness. He then slowly and carefully pulled himself up from the ground, pain spread from his back through the rest of his body and cause his head to start throbbing. He searched for his stele so he could draw an iratze to at least dim the pain. He searched everywhere, lastly he searched the kitchen.

Nothing.

Jonathon leaned on the bench, aching in pain. He was confused

Where could it be? He thought.

Then he relised and he was quickly filled with a hit rage. He reached for the empty fruit bowl that was sitting on the kitchen benchand threw it with a hot passion at the wall, where it smashed into hundreds of pieces. He stared at the wall where the bowl hit, panting with anger.

He took it! The bastard took my stele!

In a fit of rage he shoved a loose grey shirt on and stormed out of the apartment. It took him a good ten minutes to get to the road from the anchorage and another twenty to get to the nearest town. As he stumbled into the town an sign said 'Welcome to Nanango- part of the South-Burnett Region."

Not caring that the blood had seeped through his shirt, he wondered through the two main streets, which seemed to be the only streets in the town, every 5 metres there would be a lamp post shinning a dull yellow light through the street. Jonathon stopped and quickly noticed that the town had no traffic lights, he looked up and down the roadcuriosly and then noticed that it was quiet, aside from the pub at the other end of the street which played low country rock music and every now and then a drunk idiot would stumble out. He quickly shook off the feeling that this is what his father's heart must look like, the thought of Valentine made the rage inside him rise again. He turned on his heel ready to run when somebody bumped into him, a girl, a girl with wet mid length blond hair, she wasn't skinny but was a bit bulky, she had a big bust, not a small waist of defined hips but was an average height. She was wearing a dark purple jumper, grey ¾ length pyjama pants and bare footed, her arms were crossed over her stomach, not with anger but as if she were trying to hide herself from the world, her eyes were a beautiful blue but were as if she'd never felt joy, she was crying or had been at least.

As they collided she looked up with shock, Jonathon had stumbled back and hit his head on a lamp post, and with that and the blood loss from the recent beating he collapsed to the ground. The girl was leaning over him.

"Are you ok?!" she quickly noticed his blood stained shirt, "Oh my god!"

The last thing he saw was her blue eyes staring down at him, it started off with her eyes still filled with sadness and then it changed into something he never seen before.

He thought …was it…no it couldn't be… not for me anyway… worry… was she worried for me…

Everything went black

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