The Lonely (Sebastian x Abused Reader) Chapter 1

Sebastian’s Pov:
The thing about humans is no matter what era; there are always those that struggle, that reach, and grasp for what they desire. In following this ingrained instinct they are consumed in themselves; discarding and trampling those in their wake. Walk down any street in this damned world and you’ll be able to view the suffering of its inhabitants. Some cling to love and their faith to mute their nature. Although you will find them broken soon, they simply fought time trying to delay the inevitable process. I could find anyone and offer a deal that they would accept; I would not even bat an eyelash if they would refuse. Humans to me are a foolish marvel, to be corrupted, only there to fall apart and sell their everything to me. It has been awhile since my last master, the boy had taught me a lot, but alas it was time to start new. Walking down the crowded dank streets of London, I saw many humans that I could use to gain sustenance quickly, but I did not want easy. Sighing I took off my top hat, placing it lightly on the bench I chose in the park. Observing like normal, never emotionally involved, but a part of everything. I am every fear and temptation in their little sad minds after all.
Then suddenly I received two light taps on my over coat, Glancing over my shoulders only to hear a slight giggle. Allowing myself to play in this trivial childish game, “Oh my do I have a devil on my hands?” I got in response two more taps and giggles. Waiting for the girl to move again, one tap then grab. “Come out of hiding girl.” I spoke still holding the hand. I heard a sigh, and then the girl came around to sit with me. “Sir may I have my hand back?” she questioned innocently. I lightly kissed her slightly bruised hand then placed it in her lap. Her eyes widened as embarrassment flushed in deep shades red across her checks. “My lady, are you enjoying yourself today?” I asked with a smile. She sighed “Well I’m having my fun at the expense of others.” She spoke with a frown, “most others scold me for it.” Then she smiled. “I won’t scold you for your nature my lady; it would be like scolding a butterfly in search for the flower.” I said flashing a charming grin. “How old are you, dear?” “I’m sixteen in May, sir!” She spoke with a hushed excitement. “Well that’s not too long away.” I said with slight amusement. “May I ask why you were tapping me?” I asked curious about her answer.
“Well you were alone, deep in thought, and I was alone and deep in thought. I am alone quite often so I resorted to childish antics to gain your attention. Although I did not expect you to play along, but I am glad you did.” She smiled into her dress coat; she seemed to hit her cheek and wince then played it off. “What’s your name, sir?’ she asked with a glint of curiosity in her lonely (colored) eyes. “I prefer to stay nameless, but you could call me whatever you want.” I viewed her sharply with interest. “Hmm, well my names Samantha, being nameless to me you must have an ambiguous character.” She said with grace. “I was very charmed to meet you my lady, until we meet again.” I spoke with poise. “Must you leave so soon, sir?” she asked her smile turning to a frown in a second; the loneliness shadowing her lovely colored eyes.
“I must, but it’s not goodbye my lady. I stood leaving the pale redhead alone. Briskly walking until I reached a dark place, shadowed at last. She of course was nothing to special, except when the loneliness filled her eyes and she gave no excuse for the bruises, she knew I saw them but acted like she denied them.  I smirked, as I assumed the worst; her life must be tragic for it to work. I guess I will have to wait and watch. I laughed darkly switching into a shadow. Luckily I kissed her delicate hand now I know where she will be.