Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

I thought you knew I was filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a late night with a bad bite I thought you knew.

Tonight was something of a rarity for the Italian Prince, being the first night since his marriage in which he had truly been allowed beyond the walls of his estate without so much as a single bodyguard shadowing within his wake. Well...that was besides William, of course -- not that Sebastian was counting him as one of his staff tonight even if that technicality was how the royal vampire was allowed beyond his Northern walls in the first place. The Dark Hunter's protest drew the crystalline hue of the Englishman's irises, the Prince quite literally waving off those very concerns. "It will be fine William." He insisted, hardly concerned about the possibility of the Council stalking them to a nightclub of all places. Effortlessly, Sebastian turned down another darkened alleyway, the vampire wholly undaunted by anything more than the prospect of being recognized. The very thought caused him to reach up, pulling down the brim of his black fedora just a touch further. Hats, he had discovered, were impressively useful for disguising his appearance. He glanced over his shoulder at his childhood friend, a small smirk fluttering across his features, "Come on, mate." Sebastian insisted, leading the pair back onto those brightly lit streets.

For all of Sebastian's appearances, the vampire was well aware of the unease that filled William's frame. He could hear the faint anxious fluttering of the Hunter's heart just as he too had noted the way Will's hand remained poised within the folds of his leather jacket. Sebastian said nothing of it, however, choosing to answer his friend's continued objections with little more than silence. It, he knew, was the most effective manner to get his way, William unlikely to leave his side now that he had been tasked with ensuring Sebastian returned to the Northern mansion safely. Duty, after all, was bred into both Englishmen. Carefully, Sebastian avoided the busy front of his preferred dance club, the vampire having led them behind the building and with one final turn, the pair found themselves within an alley alongside it. The two men standing in the shadows near the side entrance hardly perturbed the vampire as he strode up towards them. "Good evening Bryce," Sebastian announced cheerfully. The mortal man straightened immediately, the conversation he'd had with his companion cut off. "Good evening, sir." He responded, reaching out for the door hand only to present the Prince with entrance into the dance club. Sebastian glanced behind his shoulder towards William once again as he nodded towards that darkened hallway and the booming of a bass that could be heard deeper within. Ah, how they both could use a little time off for an adventure within the arms of two beautiful women. It would be an all too easy task to accomplish for the Incubus.

The vibrancy of his crystalline gaze swept the hall, the bright blue spotlights that swung like pendulums overhead hardly made the vampire even blink. After all, he had spent thousands of nights in places such as this, where the bass drowned out the assault of heartbeats and pulses and breaths with an overwhelming rhythmic thud. "Find someone you're interested in, WIll." He near shouted over the music, hardly aware that his hunter companion hadn't been paying attention to him. This was, admittedly, the first time in which William had ever seen the Incubus truly hunt and, a distinctly boyish part of Sebastian was perhaps a bit keen to show off. "What about that brunette over there? She seems like your type." The vampire continued, gesturing loosely towards a woman at the bar before the swaying of blonde locks caught his attention. Hm...yes...her. She looked...delicious. "And I think I found a meal..." The vampire commented as he gestured the Hunter after him. He hardly bothered to check if William approached him, the vampire's gaze entirely settled upon the blonde woman as she approached the bar, conveniently beside the very brunette Sebastian had pointed out to William in the first place. "Good Evening, ladies," Sebastian uttered, his affinities already reaching out to ensnare both women within the hold of his pheromones...if only he knew the other affinity that began to awaken within him beneath the surface of that power he utilized so frequently. It might have given him to pause and yet, at the present moment, the suave Englishman was far more focused upon the pair of women to notice anything as trivial as that.