Sebastian Ellington

The vampire could scarcely help the way in which his teeth so nibbled at his bottom lip at the sheer prospect of plunging those strikingly sharp fangs into the poor Irishman's neck. Usually, Sebastian's control was far better than this and yet, even Arlo seemed to catch with ease at just how hungry he was. He disliked, truly, taking enough from his victims to prompt them to actually faint. It was a careful line he was walking tonight, to take enough to feed them both and yet, that prospect of blood seemed to be alluring enough to both vampires that Arlo too seemed to suggest that, as long as they kept the man alive, there was surely no harm in seeing their own needs met. His head bobbed in ready agreement as Arlo's gaze tore away from him, only for the pair of men to refocus upon their rather unfortunate companion. Sebastian was rather thankful for Arlo's quick thinking on how to keep that very feeding confined to the darkness of the park. Here, there were far more nooks and crannies to serve as appropriate hiding places. He was quick to agree that, for all parties, it was best to merely avoid the Dark Hunters if at all possible, that English charm surely showing through, accompanied with that warm simper he provided Killian with, all the same.

Admittedly, that topic of conversation the vampire chose in that present moment was hardly his best and yet, it wasn't often these days that the hunger drove his thoughts so single-mindedly, nor did the vampire often find himself having to work so....quickly. It was that affinity for pheromones and lust that he so relied upon. He knew well he had Killian under his sway, perhaps too much considering the sudden stuttering to once had been a more confident speech pattern. Sebastian hardly minded, however, as Arlo continued to lead the way further towards a rather distinct patch of that path draped in shadows. "Not here in Sacrosanct." Sebastian clarified with a warm chuckle, his dark blue eyes steadfast upon his companion, as if that hypnotic look alone might draw Killian further into that spell his so weaved. His gaze deviated only by Arlo's voice and yet, that comment of a phone call was met with but a small flick of his wrist, as if to say 'go on'. After all, this would surely be easier without Arlo's immediate presence. Rather, his hand reached out gingerly, his fingers brushed against Killian's jawline. "You have lovely eyes, Killian." He voiced softly, that compliment merely meant as a distraction as he stepped closer towards his companion. He was aware, acutely, of those softly uttered words upon Arlo's lips, even despite the distance between them, providing the vampire with the assurance that their immediate vicinity was clear. It was time to go to 'work'.

He leaned forward and yet, his actions were hardly rushed, providing Killian with plenty of warning before his lips pressed against the man's own. That kiss alone held a certain measure of hunger to it, as his hand settled behind the fellow's neck. Sebastian was more than willing to steal several of those feverish kisses, only for his lips to trail downwards along his jawline and towards his neck. Those touches were entirely purposeful as his other hand settled upon Killian's hip. He could feel the man's pulse running through those veins just below the surface. His mouth parted, those sharpened canines oh so teasingly brushed against the skin of Killian's neck. God, how he yearned for that blood! How he desired it! The moment his own venom hit Killian's blood stream, he knew well that the man would be unable to resist him. His navy eyes fluttered upwards briefly, his needs momentarily put on pause to ensure that the Irishman seemed....fine, in some aspects. After all, for all Sebastian's hunger, for all his needs and desires, Sebastian was hardly a callous man in any sense. He hardly wanted to harm Killian, nor did he want to permanently scar the poor man. He just needed to eat a little, that was all.

tell you pretty lies
look you in the face & tell you that
I love you
even if it's fake