Sebastian EllingtonI need to feel you again, feel my lips on your skin
for one night I could be him, no, I could be better
There were decidedly few that Sebastian had come across that held any true wisdom on his maker and her particularly morbid demeanor. He despised her, no, the truth was that Sebastian was frightened of her if only for what she was capable of making him do. That child vampire was observant to a fault. She knew well now his interest within the fae kind - hell, his like for the taste of the blood that ran through their veins. The sheer prospect of her discovering the fairy company he had been keeping of late was unnerving for him, much less the notion that if she ever did, and she forced one of those little games of hers upon him....well, he abhorred the notion that next time, the fairy in his grasp might not be so lucky. Next time, he might not be able to stop himself or his maker. Unfortunately for Sebastian, the child-like vampire existed within the same realm as the men who so absorbed his interest, making facing the reality of his situation a blatant necessity. His lips were pressed together in a scowl as he contemplated this very fact, listening to the story the elder vampire wove. It seemed nearly like a fantasy tale, this idea that once upon a time, Anna-Marie had been respected, noble, or perhaps more unbelieveable, sane.

The vampire was hardly oblivious to the fashion at which the woman in front of him suddenly choked on her beverage, stifling a laugh at his obvious mis fortune as she began to clearly connect the dots of his lineage. He had been purposefully vague when the woman had so effortlessly stated she thought it impossible - the creation of any like him. Still, it was perhaps his English upbringing that saw little more than a frown to cross his features before he cleared his throat, entirely content to move the conversation on. Sebastian waved off her apology with little concern, instead waiting for an answer to the inquiry that had so importantly left his lips. It was perhaps a peculiar line of thought - after all sharing a maker was hardly at all akin to sharing actual parents and yet...still. If there were others too bound to her, perhaps they might be able to offer him some sort of assistance on how to fix this conundrum he found himself face with.

A small shrug crossed Sebastian's shoulders at the woman's continued apology, much less her assurances that had things been different, his life could have lived an entirely different path. In truth, he disliked dwelling on this newfound knowledge, it was, after all, entirely feeble to hope that the past could have been different. It was, in and of itself, unchangeable. However, there was always hope for the future. Slowly his crystalline gaze rose towards the woman, a small, almost mischievous simper flicking at the corner of his lips. "Now that you mention it, there is." It was a longshot at best, Sebastian surely knew that and yet he was willing to endure any effort required of him if it possibly hinted at the safety of the fairy men in his life that he so cherished. "You said you went back to the old coven and it was in ruins. Where was that? You might not have been able to get anything out of her but maybe with my connection to her and the time that has passed, I can." There was a certain level of seriousness within the depths of the man's blue irises. He knew this was risky, he knew it could backfire and send his maker further into the deep end but it was worth it wasn't it? It had to be.