Sebastian, his name, a recognition of sorts falling from her tongue. That soothing brush of his power seemed to settle that anger which bubbled to the surface. Like a sedative flooding through the woman's veins, caressing, gentle. She blinked, the vampire who suddenly stood before her bleary, as her vision slowly corrected herself after being assaulted by light. It felt as though she looked through water. That very artificial stable lights encased his masculine form was haloed in light. He hardly seemed like a creature of the night, no he looked like her liberator from these restricting chains that only held her back.

There was so much chaos assaulting within the female vampire she could hardly make the connection to make sense of what he was prompting from her. Not when she was being pelted by a storm of emotions, surging in a way she could hardly comprehend. All she could do was absorb that warmth from the grey mare and focus on that steady, strong heartbeat. She hardly wanted to leave the mare's side, no, not at all. But it was the sweetness in his lyrics that absorb her attention, entirely, drew her away from the massive beast. She allowed her fingertips to dance upon the mare's flesh until the very last moment.

No, it was time to face the man that did this to her, that destroyed the once, nearly omnipotent illusionist. This was the moment she had come for, to demand that he return her to her once former glory. She had spent so long attempting to track him down like a savage bloodhound, he was not easy to find. Not when she was so deprived for so long.

Her words are like an echo within her distant mind. Confusion floods her as she sways, nearly losing her balance completely, as if on a boat within the tumultuous ocean and not on steady footing. But the world around her did not move, it was her. Only her, swaying like a lone fragile wildflower on a mountain's peak, even the faintest breath of wind would be enough to unsettle her. Sebastian coaxed a disjointed story from the weak vampire, explaining how she could not eat and that man she had turned. Turned and shunned because she could barely look at his face at what she had done. Petra wondered where he was, wondered if he was alright. But she could hardly take care of herself, how was she supposed to care for another? She was disgusted with herself in so many countless ways. I cannot.. those words seemed to play on repeat, a ghost haunting within her plagued mind.

"I cannot feed, I cannot live like this." How pitiful she sounded when the she vampire finally replied, feeling like this was all a dream, a mere hallucination she was merely floating through. Was this even life? Or were her illusions playing tricks on her own mind again?

He took a step forward to her swaying form, she peered at his outstretched hand, as though he seemed ready to steady her, should she be unable to stand. All she had wanted was for everything to go back to being normal. Her normal, when she was powerful when she could manipulate the world as she pleased. When she could feast on anyone she wanted without the worry of her actions. She wanted to feel like a goddess again, to return to that former glory that brought fear and awe from those that encountered her, living in that world without the same repercussions. She once moved with practiced ease, weaving her intricate webs and ensnaring her victims within it, at her mercy. Now she was a frail corpse of what she once was.

Sebastian could make her return to her former glory, she was sure of it. Perhaps that thought alone was the only thing that she that seemed tangible. But he denies her! "Why not?" His words slash a whole of sheer despair within the woman. She couldn't fight him, couldn't make him, even though she wanted to. "If I cannot..." She moved so quickly despite the soothing sensation that rippled upon her, gripped him tightly by his shirt, also using him to stand. Well, it was as tightly as perhaps a human could.. Desperation clung to her then. "You must end me.." Her body was nothing but tremors, her voice no different, despite how calm she felt from his powers she still begged for death. This was not a life for a creature like her. "Please." Her eyes looked to his own, wide-eyed, as those unique two-toned hues seemed to beg when her own body hadn't the strength. If she fell, there was no hope for her getting up.

She hadn't the strength to continue her hold, she suddenly releases him, stumbling a step backward. Such a sad little pitiful creature she was. He began to speak again, an offer to show her another way. Another way? She hardly considered such a thing to be possible. She was so used to her own way. "You lie to me?" It had meant to be a statement but it only ended up a question. The woman hardly wanted to hurt him and yet she didn't like the idea of him lying to her.. There was a lie.. somewhere, but she couldn't tell what he was lying about, or if she was imagining it.

He went on to say he could show her how to feed where she didn't have to hurt anyone. "Why do I need to care? Humans are vile.. They are a virus. So what if some of them died to her hand? They didn't suffer that much, did they? How out of touch she was to reality. So far from her once human self that she only knew how to be the monster, controlled by her illusions or was it she who controlled them. The line was so very blurred.

She seemed to try to make sense of these confusing notions he proposed. "Maybe.. maybe if you show me." she hardly believed it. Maybe, if she could eat something.. anything, she could regain her strength once more. Maybe that is what all she needed to fix this? She hardly had the answers she grasped urgently for.

She cannot decide if the decision was right or wrong, but food sounded so very lovely. She finally allowed a trembling hand to grip his outstretched arm. "Can I choose?" The ashen-haired woman inquired almost innocently, choosing she took great pleasure in.

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