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.

Compassion all but defined the sophisticated Englishman. Despite the stereotypes that so frequently afflicted his species, Sebastian was nothing but overwhelmingly empathetic. That emotion he so displayed had certainly led to a few defining traits not particularly well known to the public at large - from the naming of select pieces of furniture to the distinct care in which he so tended to the deer that lined his own beloved British estate. A small, almost tender glimpse crossed his features as his crystalline blue eyes looked down at the dismal woman within his arms. "Petra," He uttered softly that English lit particularly strong as he held her, "You are not a suffering animal, my darling." Gingerly, he leaned forward, pressing his lips but sweetly against her forehead in an almost endearing fashion. Despite the finality at which the delusional woman viewed her defeat, Sebastian was not nearly as willing to simply give up on her. Her dejection was surely the result of those newly surfaced challenges to feed - it was a conundrum well within his capability to resolve, or so he was certain. Those promises, however, only seemed to provoke a far different emotion from her. Petra's voice was nothing short of feeble as she dwelt upon all she had done, all the pain she had caused and all the lives she had taken. How very well he knew that feeling, even though he tried his best to push away the thoughts of lives that were no longer missed.

"We've all done things, love." He reassured her, even though he made no effort to further comfort her with the sharing of those like concerns. Sebastian abhored those thoughts of those early years - when he was still discovering all that he was and all he was capable of. The bodies he'd left within his wake, unable to stop himself, unable to feel sedated. Purposefully, Sebastian changed the topic, attempting to instead placate her with the promise of the blood of her choosing. His hands remained steady upon her frame as he led her from his beloved mare, as if he feared that hunger might get the best of Petra at the risk of Stella's life. Thankfully, she hardly fought him, clinging to his steady frame as he guided her towards the gates of his estate. That simple conversation of blood seemed to focus her thoughts upon the fleeting hope of happiness. How conventional her preferences were, nearly mirroring Sebastian's own and yet, the vampire hardly had any intentions of sharing with her the purest blood he had ever tasted within the entirety of his undead life. Dorian, after all, was entirely reserved for himself alone. It was Petra's very mention that she smelled something that caused Sebastian to hesitant, that tautness near invading his frame at the very thought of his husband home early.

Sebastian was all too quick to deter her from that very scent that so teased her, the man purposefully leading her towards the guards at the gates with the promise of someone who fit her criteria near perfectly. The guards, however, were quick to stop him from leaving that estate with Petra clinging to his side. He was distinctly aware of just how ill at ease the predatory woman made them, just as he too was aware of the woman's intent stare as if she considered just how they might taste upon her tongue. Even so, the guards protested his insistence to leave the grounds without their company, the men utterly dedicated to their duty of protecting their Prince. It took slightly longer than he desired before the guards resigned to their obedient protection of the estate much less the King that he had only just missed, leaving Sebastian blissfully free of their presence tonight as he guided Petra down the walkway. The young woman's soft muttering drew his gaze downwards and yet, he merely presented the vampire with a small shrug of his shoulders. "They fear everyone will harm me." He informed her, hardly seeing the need to explain exactly his position or the attention that came with it. The quicker they fed her, the sooner he could return, unnoticed, back towards the home in which he belonged. The last thing he needed was the watchful eyes of the media reporting his and Petra's preying upon the innocent civilians of Sacrosanct.

The soft sound of amusement upon her voice, however, drew Sebastian's attention back down towards her before the vampire sighed softly. "There is more to it than that, I fear." He responded simply as he led her down the brightly lit pathway. His gaze remained nothing short of vigilant as he guided her down the back streets and side roads of the Northern neighborhoods, doing his best to go unnoticed by the populace at large. Thankfully, it hardly took long before Sebastian paused in front of a small niche of a pale blue store, the building's name printed with gold lettering upon the glass door. It was dim inside and yet, the 'open' sign assured him it was, indeed, still open. "She is, indeed." Sebastian uttered as he reached for the doorknob, responding to Petra's inquiry of just the woman's species. "Be quiet for a moment, all right?" He continued as he led Petra within the depths of the book store. His bright blue eyes skirted down the rows of the store, delighted to see the shop empty before his attention turned wholly upon the woman behind the counter. He presented her with a warm simper, the very sight of him clearly enough to fluster the woman and yet, Sebastian hardly let her linger long upon his presence before his very affinity so ensnared her as well. "Tell me, love." He commented as Sebastian leaned against the counter. "If you could be anywhere in the world....where would you be?" He inquired, providing her with that same suave, smooth smile he had only moments ago directed towards Petra herself. "Um....I've....always wanted to go to Paris...." The young woman uttered blissfully, leaning across the counter to tentatively let her hand brush against Sebastian's own. That desire to touch him was a natural side effect of his affinity, coaxing that single-minded lust within the poor girl. How used to this the Prince was, his gaze fully turned towards Petra himself. "Do you think you could do that for her?" He inquired to the vampire, attempting to lead the way into just how that affinity might be used to feed without causing death.