Sebastian Ellington

It was truly a rarity for the Englishman to so bare those pointed canines in such a predatory fashion, much less that voracious hiss that so innately fell from his lips as his nearly charcoal irises so glared with vengeance at those flames that so mocked him. It was only the sound of those softly uttered words within his ear that brought the vampire back towards the present, his heart still racing from that adrenaline that had so flooded his systems in that moment. His lips pressed together, those fangs disappearing entirely before, slowly the vampire released his companion, offering the man but a slight nod as way of response. His gaze followed his lover's own, eying that fainting girl with disdain and yet, he could hardly allow her to simply die upon that sofa when he'd made such an effort thus far to keep her alive. His own affinity was so coaxed to life with measurable effort, those red ribbons encircling her waist where that would was, becoming a makeshift gauze of sorts to help keep pressure upon her wound. That simple action so drained far more from the vampire then he had realized, that hint of wetness upon his own side drew his attention whilst his lover was focused upon tossing some sort of blanket upon the girl. The moment Dorian had returned to his side, he found himself so slumping against his lover's form, his body was beginning to simply give up, nearly demanding that blood with but one viable source within that room.

He was aware, vaguely, of Dorian's fingers running through his bloodied locks, the vampire shuffling ever so sluggishly as his boyfriend led him towards those stairs and out of Vhalla's view. Sebastian was hardly in any state to fight the King, instead simply giving into his lover's touches as he guided him back towards his neck. He could very near hear that blood flowing beneath that silken skin and yet, he tried desperately to fight that urge to so bite into that flesh, concerned entirely that he might find himself unable to stop. His hand pressed against the wall behind them, so leaving a bloodied hand print in his wake, a small frown crossed his lips, even as he heard those softly uttered words of permission. A small shudder crept down the man's spine, even as his lips parted, his gaze remained wholly trained upon that blood he himself had left upon that wall. God, how he remembered those streaks upon his wallpaper in London, those memories somehow seeing the vampire pause from so biting into his lover's flesh, those fangs hovering but a mere inch away from his lover's skin. "You are not her." Those words were uttered in but a mere whisper upon his lips, so attempting to remind himself that tonight was not at all akin to that night and yet, even if things ended much in the same fashion, those final strings of control so seemed to snap within the vampire, all four canines piercing flesh as he feasted, taking far more from his lover then he would often let himself - at least, until the King's possessive affinity so overwhelmed that nearly relentless thirst.

In the hours that followed that feeding, Sebastian found himself caring for Vhalla's wound far better than his first efforts in her state of subconsciousness, ensuring it was cleaned and properly patched. The bleeding had stopped entirely under his dutiful care, though he refused his lover to assist the woman's natural repair in the slightest. After all, he was well aware of the effects that rather intensive blood loss had upon even the usually persevering fae. It was only once Vhal's wound had been cared for that Sebastian himself had seen to the more...domestic part of this cleaning, seeing to it that at least Dorian and his own clothing were properly laundered. That blood had also been washed from his own hair and body, the former of which requiring at least some assistance from Dorian himself before Sebastian found himself nearly falling into his lover's bed nearly an hour after sunrise. He was far too exhausted to return home - though his lover's blood had certainly helped healed that wound, the vampire himself was still wholly drained, the King certainly looking no more energized than any of the other members of that household. It had, of course, occurred to the vampire that Samantha would surely be unhappy to find him within her home and yet, there was little he could do of such a thing, that concern nearly fleeting as death overtook him the moment his head hit his lover's pillow.

Sebastian's corpse remained entirely still in those hours that followed, the man hardly stirring until far after sunset the following morning and yet, even as he did so he was far less inclined to move from that bed with the King. Instead, Sebastian found himself nestled against his lover's side, his head resting altogether lackadaisical upon Dorian's bare chest. That whispered conversation had been wholly interrupted by the sound of movement from downstairs, cutting the vampire off mid sentence as he rose his head ever so slightly to listen. "It sounds like she's awake." He muttered simply and yet even he was unprepared for the fashion at which Vhalla nearly fell into the bedroom, nearly screaming in the wake of her rather dramatic entrance. A soft sigh left his lips, the vampire's head falling back upon his lover's chest as he muttered softly, his voice still holding that fatigue within it's depths. "We saved your life."