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
The pull was quite nearly magnetic, drawing him with some supernatural power that was difficult for the Englishman to comprehend. Usually, it was easy enough to ignore it, the internal connection that had been refortified between himself and his maker. Often he was quite capable of avoiding the child-like creature entirely, preferring instead to remain within the bowels of the bars he so frequented for his own prey. The Dark Hunters left him alone well enough, and his victims enjoyed his touch perhaps a little too much. It made it easy to fulfill his needs, all of such carnal desires. Tonight, however, was a completely different story. Tonight the draw that existed between the pair was nearly undeniable, despite Sebastian's existing plans for his own "hunting". There was a soft sigh that left the Englishman's lips as he pulled his jacket closer towards his figure, stepping off the side walk in front of his chosen haunt to instead follow that pull like the tethered, leashed creature he was. He found his maker taxing at best, often choosing to avoid her presence as much as possible. Their ideals were entirely different, her love for death abruptly grating against his own for life and lust. It had made their relationship...difficult to say the very least.

Never the less, Sebastian was surprised to find himself wandering much further from the city then he had originally anticipated, leaving even the park behind to venture into the deep, dark woods that so clearly had been marked the territory of the shifters. He paused ever so slightly on the edge of those hooded forests, feeling the pheromones that pulsed within the air - those that warned him that he was an outsider, that he was unwanted. A small frown graced the man's lips, his crystalline blue gaze shifted from the timbers to the city and back again. "Bloody hell." The word was but a whisper on the wind and for a moment Sebastian considered weather or not he cared enough about the woman to continue the trek into the woods. The shrill ring of a cell phone caught the man off guard, his muscles tensing as his gaze scanned the horizon. He could feel her - she was close and he doubted sincerely that it was her cell phone shrieking through the night. She had found prey - a new creature she intended to kill and though her bond to him she was dragging him into it....again.

Slowly Sebastian made his way towards the sound, entirely unconcerned of keeping his movements subtle or quiet. He hardly cared much at all - at least, that was until the smell of blood filled his nostrils. The scent was undeniable, delectable even. It called to his nature, to that inner beast and naturally there was some inner shift within him. The hunter within him was baited. Never the less, the man paused on the outskirts of the small congregation, his gaze flickering over the two in front of him. Dark Hunter. He knew that smell well. She smelled of death in more ways then one. And yet, despite this, the man failed to make any movements towards her, instead leaning comfortably upon the trunk of a nearby tree. "Don't be fooled by her, hunter. She'll happily eat you for dinner." He spoke coolly, his british accent still heavy on his baritone voice. His arms folded over his chest, his gaze lingering upon the woman with a tilted head. "I'd suggest you get that taken care of...there are monsters in these woods." His tone had dropped to a mere whisper on the winds and yet, despite perhaps the veiled warning, Sebastian was interested in far more then just the blood that flowed down her leg.