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
It only took one look of those crystalline blue eyes for the Englishman to recognize exactly why he had been called here - intentionally or otherwise. His maker was weak, practically half starved and yet he could hardly say he was surprised with her feeding habits. She struck to kill, time and time again. It made it harder for her to find victims, just as it too made it more difficult by the simple fact that she hardly made any effort to clean up her messes. A soft, exasperated sigh left the seemingly young man's lips and yet, he resisted that nearly natural inclination to help her feed. Quite frankly, he wasn't looking forward towards that sharp knife the hunter held, it's blade still glistening within the soft glow of the moonlight. A small shrug crossed his shoulders at the child-vampire's disgruntled tone, followed shortly after by the female hunter's hallow laugh and yet his gaze remained entirely steadfast upon the auburn haired girl as she reached into her bag to to pull out a t-shirt. He watched the way she wrapped the cloth around her injured leg and yet the entirety of his thoughts were temporarily settled upon the sheer notion of slowly licking the blood from each of her pale fingertips.

Thankfully, whatever spell her injury tending seem to cast upon him was broken immediately by the sound of footsteps, another feminine voice reaching out to him and slowly, the man turned the full weight of his pale gaze upon the newest member of their small congregation. His eyebrow raised ever so slightly, his head tilting to the side as he surveyed the young woman in a dark stare that quite clearly held more to it then simple inquisitiveness. There was something different about her, something that was all together foreign. It made her desirable to him. He'd never had something her before. Though, he supposed, he'd never had a Dark Hunter either. The options were...delectable to consider. "An apt observation." He commented softly to the girl's insistence, offering nothing but a small wave of dismissal towards Anna-Marie. "She isn't usually this cross. Normally she'll play with you before she kills you but, you see, she's rather....desperate." His maker's glare was pointedly returned in a nearly unblinking fashion, though he was hardly any less attentive to either of the two females that surrounded him.

In fact, it was the rise of the female hunter that slowly pulled his attention back to the situation at hand, Anna-Marie's childlike voice still ringing with crystal clarity within his ears. His head shook ever so slightly in disagreement. "You know you could eat more often if you didn't kill them all." He stated with a certain sort of tired bluntness and yet, the memory of the young teenager at the fountain had not entirely left the forefront of his brain. "I'm afraid we have quite the situation on our hands." His baritone voice spoke, his gaze shifting between the foreign female and the hunter. "You see, little Anna here needs blood. I suspect soon she'll go blood crazy without it. Unfortunately she has a habit of killing her victims and I am entirely unable to stop her. I hope the pair of you have ideas because, sadly running away isn't much of an option anymore." Despite the nature of his words, Sebastian remained entirely factual at best, his tone lacking that usual husky fervor that it so often held to swoon women into his arms. The rest, remained entirely up to them.