Sebastian Ellington

Cause i've been dancing with shadows
waiting till the morning after

The Englishman was well aware the feisty witch before him had fallen entirely under his sway, and yet, given the current circumstances, he cared particularly little. That wound within his side was throbbing, the silver from that blade had punctured deeper than any mere tempered steel. They had known they were going to be hunting the undead tonight, they simply hadn't quite expected which undead they would ultimately face. Still, he was desperate to heal that wound, his own blood flowing far too freely for his liking, tainting the color of his own shirt and, all the while, coaxing an unquenchable hunger to the surface. He was all too acutely aware of that sharp inhale of breath as he lifted that shirt just enough to survey the full extent of her wound. He could feel her fingertips nestled within his blonde locks, undoubtedly tainted their color that silverish red of their shared blood and yet, in that moment, it hardly bothered him in the slightest. He leaned forward, letting his tongue trace the outside of the woman's wound, that simple moan reverberated within his ears as he began to lick it with an unwavering desire for that silver substance.

His saliva was all that was necessary to coax it to bleed profusely once again and, in turn, the vampire relished in that taste that poured freely into his mouth. For several moments the vampire was far too acutely focused upon that blood he needed to pay much heed to the young woman, at least, until that begging whine left her lips. His dark blue eyes shifted upwards towards her ever so slightly in consideration before the man offered her a small nodd. His tongue ran over the gash in her side several more times, this time simply encouraging it to close and clot. After all, he scarcely wanted a single drop to be wasted, not when he needed so much more of it. His body not only needed that blood to heal his wound, but also to replace the blood his own body had lost, blood that kept the vampire alive. It was only once he was satisfied that her blood had slowed to but a trickle that the man rose, his fingers lightly tracing her neck, entirely willing to give the woman what she desired, even if she was hardly sure what that very thing was.

It was hardly difficult to find that vein pumping beneath her skin and gingerly his fingers pushed at her jaw, turning her head away from him ever so slightly to better provide the man access to her pristine neck. His lips brushed across her flesh, leaving a trail of delicate kisses before his mouth too found that very spot he desired, low at the base of her neck, meant to be as subtle as possible only so she might further hide what he intended to do to her figure if she so desired to. His mouth parted, those fangs piercing flesh and yet, any pain she might have felt was but fleeting in the wake of that venom that once again would have flooded her system. It was hardly difficult for the vampire to coax that blood flow, his own lips greedily taking every drop she might offer him as his gaze slowly brightened to a simple royal blue, that internal damage from that blade knitting together from each liter he took from her. His own arms slowly encircled her figure, entirely feeling her body weaken against him as the man took not only more than what he usually did, but more than what he deemed 'safe'.

Still, Sebastian certainly wasn't going to let her die. Rather, after several long minutes he lifted his mouth from her skin, simply licking that wound in the same fashion he had her other one, encouraging it too to close and cease it's bleeding. He could feel her body trembling against his, too weak to stand upon her own any longer and yet, the man was well aware that neither had truly been capable of entirely seeing to their lacerations in that single moment. Though Sebastian certainly looked sufficiently better, and though that internal bleeding and damage had been repaired, that slice upon his skin was still very much there, even if that blood flow had slowed to a trickle, nearly matching his efforts to fix her own. He needed more and she needed actual care. A soft sigh left his lips and yet, the vampire hardly moved away from the young woman, hardly trusting her to not fall without his steady presence. "I think it's best we get you home, sweetheart." He uttered softly, a small, weak simper crossing his features in that moment. "Where do you live?" The vampire questioned, fully intending to ensure she made it home safely, after all, she had done vastly more for him then she was even aware and, to be frank, he owed it to her.