Sebastian EllingtonI need to feel you again, feel my lips on your skin
for one night I could be him, no, I could be better
Quite frankly, Sebastian wasn't even entirely sure himself why he was bothering with another adventure to the park. The shady estate was hardly his chosen haunt, his early evening hours often preoccupied with the dingy bars and uptown taverns. He knew he should be doing more with his time in such an impressively potent enchanted metropolis but with such an infinite amount of time, Sebastian had nothing but time to spend with his vices - or, in this instance, wandering pointlessly down manicured shrubbery lined paths. In truth, the memory of meeting his maker still haunted his mind. There was something about her that attracted him - it was a different kind of captivation then he was used to. There was nothing sensual or physical about her magnetism and it was this unknown feeling that frightened the English man, even if he was never the one to mention it out loud. Weather or not he visited with the park with the hope of seeing her again certainly remained to be see. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his jeans, his pace certainly leisurely at best. He was content, for a while, to wander down the cobblestone side walks, pausing only by the sound of voices just ahead.

He paused in the middle of the dark walk way, his pale blue eyes settled ahead of him at the transaction that went on under the warm glow of the street light. Hell of a place for what looked like shady business at best. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, a bitter taste filing the back of his throat. It had taken him a bit longer then he cared to admit to recognize that she was a Dark Hunter - a slayer of his kind. He usually did his best to avoid the death dealers, most happy to murder him for his species alone. It wasn't a difficult task, however, to stay beneath their radar. His victims rarely felt the need to complain about his feedings, if only because he made a point to make it as pleasurable as possible both for his own benefit as well as theres. For a brief moment, he was torn between continuing his lackadaisical walk and pointedly turning around to avoid the conversation that he certainly should to have seen. Unfortunately for him, such was a decision that Sebastian would never quite get to make.

The abrupt movement ahead of him causes his crystalline gaze to refocus on the young woman in front of him, for a brief moment his eyes drift down her feminine figure much in the same observing fashion that she watched him. His head tilted to the side, an eyebrow raised as a singular thought crossed his mind - just how reckless did he fancy being tonight? Her inquiry brought a small touch of a simper upon the vampire's lips, his head dipping ever so slightly in the smallest of hellos as his English accent retorted, "Would it matter if I did?" It was a probing challenge of sorts, an inquisitive question to discover just what sort of hunter she was. Was she the type to kill on sight or did she have some finer graces within her? Either way, he supposed it was within his best interest to do something to promote his own well being and so - Sebastian did what he did best. His own affinity embraced himself, reworking the chemicals within his own body till his pheromones released something that she might find pleasurable. It was subconscious, this work he did, based entirely upon chemistry and feeling rather then anything tangible. He doubted she'd even notice the difference - most women didn't. All they knew was that suddenly, he was irresistible and frankly, Sebastian liked it like that.

"Shouldn't you be somewhere else on a Friday evening? Enjoying yourself perhaps?" He questioned idly, stepping forward ever so cautiously. He wasn't entirely certain on this game he was attempting to start, waiting, watching for some sign that this line he was dancing upon would not lead to his ultimate demise.