Within those hours that existed between the moment that fiery sphere rose and set, when all the magic that kept that corpse alive drained from his physic, there was but bittersweet nothingness. There were no dreams to plague him or nightmares to wake him in the midst of the day. He was, in those moments, exactly as he had been some many years prior on those cobblestone streets in that dreaded alleyway- dead. That upward climb though, from such a dismal state, was eternally difficult for the vampire. That death so desperately clung to him, wishing to so keep him from that world that had been stolen from him. Sleep was hard to shake, and though some level of consciousness had returned to him, breathe and all that came with life was still missing from the pallor of his flesh. He was aware, vaguely, of a presence within his room, just as he too was vaguely aware of that brush against his forehead though it hardly prompted any reaction from him as he so drifted on that delicate precipice of wakefulness and death. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at the sound of William's voice, a soft grunt so leaving his lips as his limbs slowly found some measure of life returned to them, just enough for the vampire's head to shift ever so slightly. He could feel the sudden absence of that genteel touch, the simple fact that he was left alone in those moments so saw that sleep threaten to overtake him once more before the hunter's thumb so trailed across his lip.

His nose twitched, the action alone more equivalent to that of an animal then any true man. It was that scent, that god awful, intoxicating scent of copper that so caused his tongue to flick over his lips, his eyelashes fluttering open to reveal those depthless indigo eyes. He was aware, nearly immediately, of a simple fact the vampire had previously ignore - the presence of that blood, still fresh, still wet, and entirely within his grasp. The presence of that substance spoke volumes to the part of the being that was entirely the hellenistic demon, the nocturnal vampire shifting under the sheets ever so slightly, moving to sit up. The dark silken sheets fell away from his form, revealing the chiseled planes of his cold, pale chest as the intensity of his gaze fell entirely upon the Hunter in front of him. "William?" He inquired, his companion's name but a soft whisper upon his lips as he shifted once again, quite literally crawling closer towards the hunters form till his nose rested but inches from the man's cheek. Sebastian was well aware that the sheer amount that so covered his companion's frame spoke volumes of the outcome of such an encounter and yet, being so woken from the depths of sleep, his control simply failed to exist all together.

"Are you okay?" He inquired softly, his breath warm against William's cheek before, nearly in a trance, Sebastian found himself leaning forward to so close that little bit of distance that existed between the pair of men. His tongue reached out, sliding along that cut upon William's cheek to so lick the blood and coax the wound closed. It was hardly the first taste he'd had of William and yet, it was just as intoxicating as it had been the first lick he'd stolen from the man within that alleyway. Sebastian could count on one hand the amount of times he'd ever fed from the blood of a hunter. They were quite the forbidden fruit within their community, some sought it was a commodity though such was a rare thing in and of itself. Still, the vampire's tongue slowly slipped lower, slowly drifting down his companion's neck to too taste the flavor he knew well was not William's own. No - he could distinguish that taste of another hunter, so they had found him, exactly as he had anticipated they, quite inevitably, would. One more tender lap was given at that flesh before Sebastian slowly pulled away, licking his own lips only to eye his companion, so diligently awaiting that reassurance that William was, indeed, fine.

Sebastian Ellington