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.

Oh, how intimately familiar the English vampire was to that guilt that all but plagued the young woman within his arms. He knew well of her plight, of those fears that she was somehow a monstrosity for what she had done under the sway of that bloodlust. Sebastian himself had stolen a multitude of lives over the years. The very act of it so often enough to commit the man to that life of feeding upon his victims without leaving them as little more than dead corpses in the street. A certain sort of somberness afflicted him at the woman's soft murmur that even though their species as a whole were tended to such bloodthirsty moments, it hardly forgave all they had done all the same. "No...no it does not." He responded softly as he led her towards the tall fences that surrounded the perimeter of the estate. It took some measure of effort to convince the guards at the gate to allow the Italian Prince to pass through unaccompanied. He knew well the looks of displeasure that surely lingered upon those guards features as Sebastian ushered her further into the neighborhood. His gaze deviated towards the grail vampire nestled in his arms as she mused softly on just how pointless it was for those guards to so hover around him, the undead surely more than capable of caring for themselves. She was hardly wrong, of course. He held the ability for speed and strength those fae men simply could not compare to. His predatory senses were far more heightened than their own - from the sound of the blood pulsing through the veins to the scents that so assaulted him on the daily basis. And yet, despite his knowledge of all of this, it was apart of his newfound station that Sebastian had simply come to accept. He hardly bothered to explain his position as Prince, or his very important to a whole country of people, not that he viewed himself as terribly significant in the first place. Rather, the vampire simply conceded that it was a complicated matter.

That soft sigh upon her lips prompted a small simper on Sebastian's own and yet, the vampire merely uttered a soft sound of ready agreement as he led her down the back sides of those familiar streets. The last thing he had anticipated, however, was that soft, gentle musing as Petra so abruptly inquired what it was that made people care. His eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly at the quandary, the man simply tilting his head in a brief glimpse of consideration. He knew, to some levels, the very things that so brought about that distinct care within another soul. The vampire himself capable of producing a similar effect, even if it was more akin to lust than that simple dedication she was referring to. His own manipulation of bodily chemicals, however, was temporary, usually lingering hardly any longer than a day at most. What prompted such emotions to stay - that was a mystery. "I don't know." He finally uttered to her and yet, that lack of knowledge hardly perturbed him in the same way it might have lingered upon his lover's mind. Sebastian, after all, tended to simply accept the way things were, just as he too accepted that he might never know what prompted such things within humans.

His attention, however, hardly lingered upon the clinging deerling for very long, the man carefully maneuvering them both down those side pathways where they might go unnoticed by the prying eyes of the public. The last thing he needed, after all, was to prompt a crowd with such a hungry, weak vampire in his arms. It would result in a slaughter, he was certain. He hardly answered all of the inquiries that lingered upon her lips, however, as he paused suddenly in front of a rather quaint little store. The bright blue paint all but as welcoming as the dimly lit interior and yet, the open sign that dangled from a suction cup on the door promised that she was there - their intended prey for the evening. Sebastian's crystalline gaze turned towards the woman within his arms as he softly instructed her to be silent, just for the moment while his magic weaved into the very pheromones of the young woman that leaned so casually against the counter. The very sight of the Italian Prince within her store was enough to bring that flush to the young woman's lips, even before Sebastian so bespelled her with that unique cocktail of chemicals that belonged to him alone. He could feel that flutter of Petra's heart behind him, just as he was intimately aware of the anxiety that blossomed within the storekeeper and yet, he hardly seemed swayed in the slightest as he so effortlessly controlled those very pheromones, bringing that lust to a surface in a fashion that so obliterated those inhibitions.

He was well aware of the way the shopkeeper leaned against the counter towards him, her hand reaching out to brush tentatively against his and yet, he was so used to that very closeness she desired that the man hardly moved away from her. For that singular moment, Sebastian's entire attention was settled upon the woman in front of him as he so softly inquired of those places she might enjoy. That very mention of Paris caused his gaze to turn towards Petra, the man gently coaxing her down that very path to show her how, one day, she might find herself capable of this sort of hunting all on her own. That soft inquiry of restraining the woman, however, caused Sebastian to shake his head ever so softly. "No, restraining them makes them view you as a threat. You want them to feel as if this is their choice." He commented softly, fully allowing Petra's illusions to so take control. It hardly took long before that bookstore slowly dissolved, those long lines of shelves instead replaced with the cobblestone streets of Paris, the tall iconic tower leaning over them with their bright twinkling lights. It was undeniably beautiful - though not as glorious, Sebastian knew, as actually being there. Sebastian's gaze shifted from that very environment back to the teal irises of the woman at his side. Sweetly, he offered her an encouraging smile as he drew Petra closer towards him, coaxing the young shopkeeper around where he knew that counter still was, beneath all of those illusions.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He inquired as he glanced towards the shopkeeper. "My friend here could show you so much more." He muttered in her ear as he positioned that shopkeeper directly in front of Petra. "But I fear she is a little...weak. If you give her a gift, she would be happy to show you more of Paris, won't you Petra?" Sebastian questioned, glancing up at the girl as if encouraging some word of agreement from her. "It won't hurt...you won't even notice it." The vampire continued, so coaxing that small nod of agreement from the young shopkeeper, even though the words that left her lips were little more than tentative. "Oh....ok...ay..." She commented softly, almost unsure and yet, with a warm simper upon Sebastian's lips, the vampire leaned down to slowly take the woman's wrist in his hand, only to bring her tender flesh up to his own mouth. He was well aware of both women's eyes upon him as his lips brushed against that tender skin in a sweet, reassuring kiss, only to offer that very same wrist to Petra herself.