I don't own any of the characters in this fan fiction – though I wish I did. I may make up new characters in the future, which will be mine.

Sebastian didn't die in this version. I've often thought that it was a cop out to kill him, even though I know that it was supposed to be an adaptation of Dangerous Liaisons. Even that, though, was kind of a cop out. The thing I always wondered, was could Sebastian really change? Could he be happy with Annette? Could Annette (who I don't hate, although I understand Kathryn's hatred for her) be happy with him? And, mostly, I thought that Kathryn and Sebastian were just way too hot together to end that way. Can anyone just get over that type of blind devotion?

Regrets

She sat in his hospital room watching him breath. The doctors had assured her that he would make it – after five nerve wreaking hours in surgery to repair internal damage. Sebastian no longer had his spleen, and his face looked like raw hamburger after its unhappy meeting with the ground, but he was going to live. For her part, Kathryn felt cold, and hollow. She stood her vigil not out of fear or remorse. She was here because… because she didn't know where else to be. Because he looked so broken and fragile laying there that someone had to protect him and she had always been the one to do it. His own damn father never did it, it was always her – just as it had always been him protecting her. Some old habits die hard, she thought bitterly.

Her thoughts went back to their last conversation. It had only been yesterday… but it felt like an eternity ago. He had come to collect his winnings and she realized at that moment that she would just be another of his conquests. Just another cunt to fuck. But worse then that, far worse, was the fact that he was really in love with that insipid little bitch, Annette Hardgrove. Would he think of the stupid Virgin when he was inside of Kathryn? Even the possibility revolted her. Sebastian was supposed to be hers – only hers. All the other's were just playthings, toys. Toys, she thought, the corner of her mouth twitching almost imperceptibly. Now he belonged to someone else. Someone who wasn't even worthy of him. The one person who she had always thought would be there for her forever and without question had just betrayed her in the worst way imaginable. At that moment she hated him. She wanted him to suffer just like he had made her suffer. She felt a cruel smile twist her lips. It just so happened that inflicting pain was her specialty. The way to hurt Sebastian had always been though his pride and vanity.

That's why she said what she did. That he was her triumph, that he was just a toy she liked to play with. She wanted him to feel just as she felt at that moment – duped, used, abandoned. Like last year's designer pumps. From the look on his face she knew that she had succeeded. And she felt vindicated for an instant, like she had regained at least a shred of her dignity.

But it was hollow victory. He'd run back to Dorothy and she'd stoke his ego, then he'd forget all about Kathryn. No, it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. She called Ronald, still smarting from being treated like a whore by the one person in the world that she ever allowed herself to care about. She told him how Sebastian had corrupted Cecile. Never mind that Ronald had been fucking Kathryn, he acted the way most men would. Hypocrites. All of them, Kathryn thought with a bitter smile. She had loaded him and aimed him straight for her darling, treacherous, deceitful stepbrother. She had hoped that Ronald would manage to hurt him, to blacken on of his beautiful blue eyes. Maybe a split lip or even a broken nose. The beeping of the heart monitor brought her back to the present. This was far worse then a broken nose. She shuddered. What had she done? She shook her head sharply. She had managed never to regret a thing she'd ever done and she wasn't going to start now. Hadn't she wanted to teach him a lesson? He was going to live… that was more then he deserved.

So she sat there, barely breathing as she watched his chest move. She knew he would hate her when he woke up. That was good. She would rather have his hatred then the contempt he'd shown her by trying to fuck her with that blonde idiot in his head, tainting him, stealing him. Destroying the delicious, cruel beauty that was the two of them together. She felt something squeeze her heart and she pushed it aside. This was no time for weakness.

Sebastian moaned and began to stir. She felt her ramrod straight spine stiffen. She wondered what his reaction to her would be, and then she laughed at herself. What did she think it would be? Sebastian's eyes opened at the sound of her laugh and he turned his head. At first, it was the old Sebastian, her Sebastian. His eyes light up at the sight of her as if he didn't remember their last meeting. Maybe he didn't. The doctors had said he may have some memory loss from the trauma. It could be permanent, she thought, hating herself for how hopeful that thought made her feel. She saw the confusion in his eyes and smirked. If he didn't remember their confrontation, then he certainly wouldn't remember the accident.

"I know it's difficult to stop a cab sometimes, but did you really find it necessary to literally throw yourself in front of one, dear brother?"

He smiled incredulously. Or rather, tried to smile. "I got hit by a fucking cab?" His voice sounded hoarse and slurred. His brow furrowed as he concentrated, obviously trying to remember. "How?"

Damn! Why had he asked her outright? He was the only person in the world who could catch her in a lie. But he hadn't caught me yesterday, she thought. Maybe he was losing the ability to tell. "I wasn't there," she said, sidestepping the question altogether.

Then his face changed. He was remembering. She could tell. The beeping of his monitor sped up slightly as his heart rate increased. "What the fuck have you done, you evil whore?"

Well, that didn't take long. She paused trying to shield herself from her own disappointment as much as from his obvious anger and hatred. "Nothing you wouldn't have done. How the hell was I supposed to know that you'd be stupid enough to get hit by a car? This is New York, you fucking idiot."

"You tried to kill me… no you tried to kill Annette."

"I didn't try to kill either one of you. If I had, at least one of you would be dead. Need I remind you that my schemes never fail? Sometimes there's collateral damage, but never failure." It was true. She never failed, especially with Sebastian as her coconspirator. But Sebastian had ended up being the collateral damage this time in more ways then one. It was a price she wasn't sure she was willing to pay, but it was far too late for regret. She had to keep reminding herself of that.

"Where the fuck is she?"

"She's fine," she said, not even attempting to hide her disappointment at the fact. "A few scraps and bruises."

"I want to see her."

"Only family is allowed to visit you right now. Our parents are flying home, by the way." The last thing she wanted to talk about was Dorothy.

"You fucking bitch-"

"Will you get some fucking new material, please? Somehow her chart got mixed up with someone who was supposed to be under heavy sedation, so you'll just have to wait for the stupid bitch to wake up." She thought that he was lucky that she hadn't found someone who was scheduled to undergo a lobotomy this morning. She smiled at the thought. The Virgin Whore, drooling and staring blankly into the distance. Maybe Kathryn would get lucky that the little blonde bimbo would have a reaction to the sedatives.

"Get. Out." He enunciated each word carefully. His clear blue eyes glittered with a malevolence that she had never seen before. It made a shudder run up her spine. She didn't show it. Her face was like granite and her eyes were like green diamonds. She could still make herself cold and hard on the outside no matter what she was feeling on the inside, an ability that she had never been more grateful for then right now.

She stood up calmly, smoothed her skirt, slid her clutch underneath her arm, and gave him a warm predatory smile. "Of course. You need your rest. You've been through such a horrible ordeal." She walked to the door of his private hospital room and paused before opening. "Oh, and Seb?" She saw his jaw twitch at the nickname and knew he was listening even though he kept his eyes focused on the ceiling. "If you ever fuck me over again, I'll fuck you up so badly that this will look like a Sunday afternoon in the park." With that she walked out.

Why had she said that last thing? She didn't want him to know what he'd done to her yesterday, how he'd made her feel. There it was again, that squeezing in her chest. She inhaled sharply as she leaned against the closed door, willing herself not to cry. She hadn't cried since she was six, when her father left. She swore she'd never cry again, she'd never let anyone hurt her like that again. She closed her eyes as she marshaled all her strength to pull herself together. If she fell apart, and that was still a big if, she sure as hell wasn't going to do it in public, outside her brother's hospital room.

Out of blue, Blaine was there, beside her. "Need a ride, princess," he asked knowingly. She looked at him will hollow eyes, as if she had no strength left and nodded.

"Knew you were good for something," she murmured gratefully. Blaine. Good, faithful, nonjudgmental Blaine.

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-Angie