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
Sebastian had tried to ensure they were fed in some fashion or another. He valued life particularly high, the thought of condemning someone for even Anna-Marie's benefit was utterly abhorrent to the man. Still, he had hoped that perhaps the concept of blood alone would have been acceptable to his maker, as naive as such a wish surely was. It was a point he was quickly learning. There was no measure of control within the young child. She had no notion of restraint and though he immediately felt guilty for the thought, he could hardly stop himself from toying with the idea that perhaps there was no longer any good left in her either. Still, a small frown traced his features as he kneeled at the stewardess' side, well aware of the child's hand that so struggled to grip at the strings she could so bind around his own body. Thankfully, in this aspect he was far faster, the vampire engaging in such manipulation of those around him on such a frequent basis that this was entirely natural for him. He could feel her fighting against his hold and yet, he remained entirely steadfast as he gingerly tilted the head of the sweet stewardess, allowing the child access to her neck and, in turn, the life force that so flowed within her.

The vampire knew well that if he left the pair alone, he'd find the stewardess dead. She had been so willing to assist them on the flight regardless of the danger that she knew well it placed her in. His own conscious couldn't simply allow her to die. His fingertips remained still upon the woman's neck, opposite of her his maker so fed, his own thoughts wholly occupied with that pulse, keeping such strict monitoring on the woman's heart beat. His own fingertips gingerly reached out to his maker once he had deemed it enough, pleased that prying the girl from that body hardly required as much force as he had anticipated she might. The child certainly had a way of surprising him in perhaps all the wrong ways. A soft breath left his lips as he reached down, gathering the stewardess within his arms. After all, he could hardly simply leave her within the row - what happened if he fell asleep? If Anna-Marie got hungry again? Sebastian moved down the aisle towards the back of the plane, well aware of what he would find there. He glanced over his shoulder at the sound of the little girl's words, a small shrug crossing his shoulders as he nudged open the bathroom door with his knee.

"How do you control other's bodies?" He inquired, glancing backwards at her. "Tis simply something that you are talented enough to do." Sebastian paused at the entrance of the bathroom, his eyes trailing down ever so slightly at the girl's outstretched hands. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment, before he shook his head. "I don't think so. I am still working to master them myself." He stepped into the bathroom, gingerly positioning the young woman on the floor in a slumped over sitting position. It was a small chance that she might find some safety here but he was doing what little he was capable for her. Slowly he stepped back and out into the aisle of the airplane, closing the bathroom door behind him only to meet yet another barrage of inquiries on those red ribbons he was so learning to wield. "Yes, you could draw anything you want I suppose. Even a jump rope." That desire for more games was one he was willing to engage in, the man opening his hand only to reveal to her one particularly long, tightly braided crimson ribbon. It was just long enough to so meet her desires for such a game and slowly Sebastian took the other end, wrapping it around the little girl's neck like a boa. "Why don't you show me how many boys Cinderella kissed." He offered softly to her, referring to the jump rope song even if he'd gotten the words wrong. After all, it had been centuries since Sebastian himself had indulged in any such childish games as this.