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.

The Incubus was entirely aware of that very bewilderment that danced across the fair features of the starving vampire at the idea that a mortal might choose to be bitten, if only for the very dreams that Petra's gifts might be capable of making come true. He watched as her eyebrows furrowed at the concept, the woman quite clearly considering the concept as Sebastian so keenly wove the very magic of those chemical reactions, his pheromones so drawing the shopkeeper ever closer towards his masculine figure. A warm simper crossed Sebastian's features as Petra so gave in to the very idea, that compliance but a breathy whisper as she waited for that very chance to feast. Sweetly, the Prince's attention turned back towards the young girl as he inquired that very place she might so like to be, given the choice of any feasible location in the entirety of the world. He hardly anticipated her choice of the capital of France and yet, how very atypical that the woman might so fall prey to the very city of romance. Expectantly, his gaze turned towards Petra as he inquired her capabilities to so craft a city for the backdrop of that feast. He watched as Petra's eyebrows furrowed, the very extent of that concentration so clearly mirrored upon her fair features as her affinity so embraced them.

The very sight of that bookstore seemed to ripple and warp, prompting a soft gasp from the young book keeper's lips. Softly, Sebastian reassured her, so refocusing her attention upon him as he reached forward to brush a stray lock behind her ear. He waited till that very city seemed to spiral around them, the soft flickering lights of the Eiffel tower were nothing short of breathtaking. That scene was nothing short of romantic - a very fact that Sebastian was more than keen to take advantage of as he guided the woman around that bar he still knew existed beneath the veneer of those illusions. He pulled her effortlessly into his embrace, almost twirling the woman into his arms in a dance of sorts as he uttered sweetly in her ear of all that could be her's, with just one small gift. His crystalline gaze shifted towards Petra as the woman offered almost eagerly that she was more than able to show the woman what her heart desired, and most certainly would if given that very taste of the blood that ran so poignantly through the poor woman's veins. A small simper crossed his features as he gingerly reached for the woman's wrist, bringing it up to his lips only to grant her the soft, chaste feeling of a fleeting kiss. The very action so seemed to entrance the bookkeeper, that hesitance slowly twisting and transforming into ready compliance as Sebastian held out her wrist to Petra.

He watched as her pink tongue danced across her pale lips, that anticipation so clearly potent within her as she was offered the tender flesh on the inside of the woman's wrist. He watched intently as Petra's lips parted, that worry quite clear within her and yet, Sebastian remained nothing if not calm, the man utterly assured of his own capabilities to control this. He relinquished the woman's wrist to Petra, his gaze hardly deviating from the woman as an arm wrapped around the store clerk's waist. His free hand brushed aside those locks that tumbled down her back, providing the man access to her delicate décolletage. His own lips pressed gingerly against her neck, quite in the same moment as Petra's own fangs plunged into her wrist. The contrasting sensations prompted an all too curious sound from the young girl - that soft hiss of pain easily melting into a glimpse of satisfaction of sort at Sebastian's own dutiful attention. He was hardly attentive to just how those very illusions seemed to throb and flare, becoming all the more lifelike as they shifted from scene to scene for the young girl's eyes alone to behold. The Incubus was far more attentive to that sweet trail of kisses that he so placed along her collarbone and up her neck, his affection holding a far more important secondary purpose as the vampire kept such watchful attention upon the woman's pulse, searching for any sign that Petra had taken enough and, in turn, required his own intervention.

Sebastian was well aware of each greedy gulp of blood, much less the fashion in which that color seemed to return to the starving vampire's figure. That confidence grew in measure, her strength returning as her hands tightened around the woman's wrist and yet Sebastian was hardly inclined to allow that death to befall upon that poor woman within his care. It was at that first flutter of her heart that the Incubus' affinity lashed out upon Petra herself, so seeking to draw the woman's attention towards him as he shifted away from the book keeper. His fingers fit beneath the vampire's chin, drawing her gaze upwards towards him. He knew how important it was to keep those possessive vampiric tendencies at bay, the man easily using his own strength to pull Petra's fangs from the woman's wrist and yet, he was quick to distract her from her thirst for blood by something else entirely. The very weight of that lust so easily thrown at her as he leaned forward to press his lips against hers. How tantalizing it was, the taste of that blood within her mouth! His tongue gingerly brushed against her upper lip, coaxing her to part her lips only for his tongue to brush sweetly against her fangs, tasting that very blood for himself. It was a precarious dance he so weaved, that want for that very substance so blossoming to life and yet Petra was far more important than his own desires. How eagerly he explored her mouth, licking every bit of the blood off of her fangs before, gingerly Sebastian broke that sweet kiss. "You did it." He muttered softly to Petra, glancing back at the shop keeper. "Congratulations, mon cher."