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.

Sebastian's gaze starred in surprise as the stranger's lips pressed against his own - the bartender's hands tightly gripped the vampire's shirt in his hands, almost pushing him back against the hard bar top at his back. Although it was hardly...unusual for his mouth to grace another's not his husband's own, those kisses never came unbidden and with such passion before now. The Italian Prince hardly had the chance to react, however, before, abruptly, the man was torn away from him - tossed against the far wall with enough force to slam into the shelves of delicate glass liquor bottles. Several bottles tilted precariously upon their bases before crashing to the ground around the young girl that had fallen on the carpet. Bewilderment fluttered across the vampire's features though even he hardly had much time to react before he and the women that accompanied him were shoved through the staff door and into a small, cramped storage closet. The quickly darkening blue of his gaze swept over the shelves lined with cardboard boxes and bottles though he hardly had time to truly take stock of his surroundings before a loud incessant pounding began to assault the door. Quickly, Sebastian took a step away from the door, just in time to watch William drag a shelving unit in front of the heavy metal door - as if it was enough of a barrier to make a difference to the crowd that still pounded with a frenzy on the door in front of them.

The very force of their fists upon the metal door was enough to jar the shelving unit William and pushed up against the door - drawing Sebastian's attention away from the two women that had originally so distracted him. He hardly paid heed to William's insistence that one of the women find a way out, only to inquire if someone else was okay. It was the brunette's soft, feminine voice that drew the vampire's attention back towards them, only for his gaze to turn downward towards the red ribbon that coiled about his childhood friend's feet. How the presence of it caused a small frown to cross his lips. Though William had only just confessed his feelings for Sebastian, and though Sebastian had strove....diligently to have any time with the Dark Hunter after the disastrous evening in which the Englishman had shown up at his home...it seemed fate was determined to ensure the two men went their separate paths in life. His brows furrowed in consideration though the Italian Prince remained silent of his observations, willing to let fate carry out her desires without his intervention. Sebastian's gaze snapped upward as she stepped closer towards him, inquiring if he was okay rather than fretting over her fated and savior. His hands immediately rose in that universal sign of innocence as those navy irises turned quickly towards William...almost...concerned for any retribution he might garner for having earned himself the affections of the girl William had taken a clear liking to.

Sebastian stepped backward, seeking to put distance between himself and both William and the girl - that sensation of being stabbed still too fresh in his mind. William's voice, however, was cut off abruptly as the blonde girl stepped forward and between himself and...well, them. Truthfully, the vampire had never been more grateful for her presence. Unfortunately, any distraction the blonde might have provided was cut off rather quickly was William grabbed her, barking at her to find a way out. She was hardly one to be daunted, however, so easily snapping back at him. Their argument, however, was short lived before the pounding on the door intensified, rattling the bottles on the shelves so that several more toppled to the floor with a resounding crash! The very noise caused Sebastian to wince and yet...his nose twitched ever so slightly at the scent of something else - blood. It was...faint...but fresh. A small cut...and yet the very presence of it made the vampire realize just how peculiarly hungry he was. It wasn't often that Sebastian felt this sort of hunger clawing at his stomach, the Englishman so notoriously well fed between his staff and his own husband...unless..of course...this was his own power causing all of this. His brows furrowed in consideration, certain his pheromones were kept carefully in check.

Whatever time the Prince might have required to work out that puzzle, however, was one he most certainly would not get as William's command pierced the air. The Englishman was almost...hesitant to join them, the door forced open before the two girls were practically shoved out and into the night air. William was nothing if not steadfast in his 'duty', at the very least, as the Hunter approached him, gabbing his arm to pull him out of the storage room and into the darkened alleyway just outside. Frankly, if the vampire was the cause of the crowd within the dance club, he wasn't sure that being outside was necessarily a better idea. "Wil --" Those words, however, never quite left Sebastian's lips before the shadows abruptly leapt out to envelop the Prince, leaving him staring face to face with yet another ghost from his past. For a moment, Sebastian nearly froze in surprise at the very sight of James - the 'friend' he'd once so teasingly called by middle name alone. How...unexpected it was to discover that not one but both of his friends had survived that fateful night....and yet...after all that had happened of late...Sebastian's reaction was perhaps less astonished by James' presence then he should be. "Will's over there." He spoke simply, pointing in the direction of his Dark Hunter companion. After all, it was no secret that James had preferred William in every possible way, nor that James had deemed the then Earl as too low class to be spending his time with the Duke. How things had changed between now and then, even if Sebastian still found himself resorting to those old titled ranks that were now so very obsolete.