Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

I thought you knew I was filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a late night with a bad bite I thought you knew.

Sebastian was hardly inattentive to the pandemonium that seemed to afflict the vampiric woman as she so desperately clutched to the gray colored mare in front of her. Although he cared for the woman's state of mind, to some extent, it was her very closeness to his mare and her own undead nature that concerned him the most, much less the sheer number of fae upon the property of his Sacrosanct estate. His affinity seemed to all too eagerly embrace her, enveloping her slender, pale frame in a wash of tender, gentle emotions that coaxed her ever closer towards him. His English accent so sweetly called out to her as Sebastian offered her his outstretched hand. Petra's fingertips seemed to linger with a featherlight touch upon the very edge of his, as if she was somehow hesitant to leave the warmth of the horse that nickered all too softly at his presence. He listened with furrowed brows to the all but baffling explanation that Petra offered him, her words hardly making any sense as she swayed on unsteady steps towards him. That story the Italian Prince had coaxed from her was entirely disjointed and yet, it was one singular fact that he was painfully aware of - she had not fed in some time and now, she had seemingly lost the ability to do so as she had before. It was, in a way, his own responsibility to see too, even if he hardly realized that shift within her was his own doing.

It was his soft admittance that he was incapable of returning her to her previous state of existence that prompted the very return of her frenzied emotions. Her voice was altogether pitiful, even if she sounded rather melodramatic to even Sebastian. Slowly, he stepped forward, untrusting of her gait as she eyed him with a clear hint of weariness. That desperation only further tugged at him as he slowly took the feeble woman within his arms. "I do not know what I have done to change you." He admitted and yet, it was true. That thread he had once created between them in some effort to gain her assistance from those hunters that had gone after him all those months ago was gone, dissipated as if it had never existed within the first place. He had checked, the barn itself blissfully void of those crimson threads with the exception of the singular one around his finger that tied him to Dorian alone. Whatever had once existed between him and Petra was over and, in turn, so too should she have been capable of feeding as she had seen fit before him. It was her insistence of her own incapabilities that prompted a sigh to his lips as she uttered those two words over and over again. "You can, love. I promise." Sebastian attempted to reassure the woman despite her protests and yet it seemed to be an altogether feeble effort as her fingers knotted into the fine cotton of his shirt.

For a long moment, the vampire's glacier blue eyes stared down at the woman, as if he found himself incapable of comprehending that request that Petra desired of him. The woman's begging merely caused his eyebrow to raise and yet before he had a chance to react, Petra was stumbling away from him as if he had near burned her. "I'm not going to kill you, Petra." He responded after a long moment in an almost exasperated fashion, only for the incubus to suggest that, perhaps, there was another way to feast beside the terror she was clearly so used to creating. He supposed, really, he shouldn't have been terribly surprised by the woman's declaration that he was lying to her and yet, his head shook ever so slightly all the same. "I will show you how...that won't be too bad, would it?" He inquired, attempting to provide her with a warm simper of encouragement as if it made any difference. What Sebastian didn't anticipate, however, was the woman's sudden inquiry as to why she should care about the human lives that she once so freely took. It was not an uncommon belief amongst their kind, really, to see the mortals as nothing more than food. Sebastian was, he supposed, rather atypical in such an aspect. Those very incubus tendencies so prompted him to enjoy that mortal flesh in each end every way he could. Sex, after all, was not as intriguing with a cold corpse.

"Petra..." He started softly, his hand gingerly reaching out to brush his thumb against her jawline. "You were once human too...just as I was," Sebastian all too gently reminded her. "How did you enjoy the night you were changed? I....was not ready to die. Not that night. I do not wish to bring what happened to us upon anyone else." It was his effort to draw to the surface the very memory of what she had suffered the night she too had been turned. Most of their kind tended to so bury that evening, the pain and horror associated with dying was never pleasant, no matter how nice their makers were. Perhaps that alone might be enough to cause her to reconsider that fashion in which she had once so effortlessly slaughtered. Sebastian was, however, altogether quick to catch onto the woman's consideration to try his way, his own head nodded quite firmly as his arm looped around her waist. "Come, my love, let's find you someone to eat. Anyone you like, I promise." From the Incubus' lips, such a promise was one he had every intention to fulfill, as long as it was not Dorian himself that she so desired. Slowly, he coaxed her away from the mare and out into the darkness of the night. "What sort do you like?" He inquired, content to leave her to consider it as he led the way towards the very gates of his estate.