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 stark crystalline blue of his pale irises lingered upon the younger vampire as she so fed, her fangs buried deep in the veins of the naive shopkeeper that leaned heavily into his chest. His own lips pressed sweetly against the young woman's neck, the vampire all too aware of that steady thrum of her blood pulsing through her veins, beating in rhythm of her heart. That very symphony was a sweetly tempting sound, even to the Italian Prince and the control he wielded with such expert precision. He knew, innately, her body was incapable of surviving the ready hunger of two of their kind, particularly when Petra herself was so unlikely to find herself capable of pulling away when the poor girl's heart fluttered in a tell-tale sign of her impending demise. And so, instead, Sebastian was restricted to merely observing - the man living vicariously through her and the greedy fashion in which she so gulped each metallic mouthful of that delectable blood. That hunger within the man a raw ache that so desired to be fulfilled, his own fangs brushing almost teasingly against the slope of the poor girl's neck, prompting an almost soft, anticipatory gasp only for the Englishman to pull away just so. If anything, he knew that very line that, once crossed, he would be so incapable of turning back from. Those very visions were, admittedly, an almost welcomed distraction as the very scene that so surrounded them became even more potent with each passing moment. That figment of Petra's imagination somehow cemented in reality in a way that was entirely breathtaking. Oh, the very things she could so do!

The bright hue of his gaze briefly met that inquisitive teal of Petra's own, her gaze momentarily lifting towards him as he shifted towards the girl's opposite side of her neck. He was entirely attentive to the curiosity that so lingered within the flecks of her irises and yet, her mouth hardly lifted once to ask that very thought upon her mind and, in return, Sebastian simply failed to ask after it. It was that distinct flutter to the young woman's once strong pulse that drew the Italian Prince's attention, his gaze shifted near immediately towards the woman that leaned against him, only for his own affinity to so lash out with a vengeance. That veritable tidal wave of lust was quite near an assault against the pale vampire - Petra, at her height, was still no match for the sheer potency of that passion he could so coax from her. He was well aware of her effort to fight his affinity and yet, it only caused that fervor to press upon her with an ever increasing vigor. His fingers tucked beneath her jaw, pressing upwards with the slightest amount of pressure and yet, it was enough to lessen her hold upon the poor girl's wrist. Sebastian could hear that subtle shift to her breathing, that pant all but audible as he leaned forward to press his lips against her own, his tongue tentatively reached forward to caress the softness of her lips.

That whispered gasp was all he needed to so slip his tongue between her lips, stroking the tips of her fangs as he so savored the very taste of that blood that still coated her mouth. Sebastian was well aware of how she so melted into his embrace, that soft moan altogether ignored as he savored that mere sip of the shopkeeper he was so able to pilfer. It was only once he was well assured the younger vampire was sufficiently distracted from her prey that he pulled away, his distinctly English lit a mere whisper in the quietness of those Parisian streets. Those congratulatory words, however, only seemed to perplex Petra for several precarious moments before the realization of their completed challenge so dawned upon her - the girl clearly heady with that blood and lust that so assaulted her. An almost Cheshire grin seemed to return to her fair features, however, as she giggled at her success. That whine for more caused a softened grin from Sebastian as his head shook ever so slightly. "Not from her, mon cher." He uttered and yet, even he could see that hunger mirrored in the depths of her teal colored eyes. His upper lip curled ever so slightly, the vampire flashing those fangs in a visible cautioning. Such a predatory glimpse hardly seemed to bother the young woman in front of him, and yet, she nor did she make any further move towards the poor, blissful shopkeeper. That second whine, however, brought forth a speed that Sebastian hadn't anticipated, leaving the man alone in that book store.

"Shite." That distinctly British curse word lingered upon his lips as he glanced back at the shop keeper so clearly beneath their combined spell. "Eat something." He near commanded her, her head bobbing in her love-struck manner. "....and I was never here." It was, perhaps, best to impress that upon her too, the last thing he needed was any sort of press that might badly reflect upon the Italian crown. He waited only as long as it took for the girl to nod again before Sebastian left the book store, his gaze frantic as he stepped out on the cobblestone street. The last thing he had intended was to release a reckless murderous vampire upon the metropolis! "Petra!" His voice echoed in the stillness of the night, that curse word upon his lips as purposefully ran down that street towards the town center - after all, she was hunting, was she not? She'd go somewhere there would be people. Thankfully, he hardly had to go far before something caught his eye, prompting the man to pause in his steps. It was a faint neon green glow - the very likes of which threw luminosity upon the harsh edges of the brick building that lined the alleyway. There was something distinctly otherworldly about it, it's very presence so tugging at his instincts. There was something wrong about it, the sort of thing that set Sebastian on edge and yet - in front of that glowing, pulsating sphere, stood the enamored figure of Petra. Her hand was reached out with each slow step she took closer towards it, her words so softly uttered and yet, his own remarkable hearing so effortlessly caught that very question upon her lips.

"Petra!" Her name was almost frantic upon his lips as Sebastian rushed to her side, his hand grabbing her wrist in some effort to stop her from touching it. Whatever it was, Sebastian was certain it was not a thing to be trifled with. "Don't tou--" Those words never quite left his lips as her finger extended those final centimeters, making contact with the perilously fragile sphere. For a sickening moment, her touch sent waves across the pulsing entity before, quite unexpectedly, it convulsed in on itself and burst in a catrophoric explosion of syrupy radioactive colored...goo. The two vampires were quite near coated that thick, slippery, cold substance. "--ch it..." Sebastian finished in a less than enthused manner, how whole features near deadpan as he stared at the now empty space ahead of him, that liquid covering the floors and walls of the alleyway directly in his vicinity. A look of disgust crossed his features as he released his hold on Petra, flicking his hands in some effort to rid himself of that god awful goo. His hand reached up to wipe the goo from his features and yet, his efforts did little other than smearing the very substance against his pale skin. God, he wanted nothing more than to go home and wash all of it off. That distinctly unimpressed glimpse to his features hardly diminished in the slightest as he turned towards Petra with a clear look of irritation. "What.....was that."