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
That beseeching tone to the young fairy's voice was enough to cause Sebastian to flinch ever so slightly in disgust. He knew well what it was the childlike vampire was doing, having seen her affinity afflicted upon other's before. He hated that tone, that dreadful sound of knowing there was nothing could be done, knowing that their life was coming to an end and yet still begging if only because it was the only thing left they could do. All they had, her victims, was the hope that somehow their pleading might be enough to melt the icicles around her cold naive heart. He'd wondered before, if she really knew what she was inflicting upon her victims. He'd wondered if his maker was actually that callous or if she was simply naive. Either way, his gaze shifted back towards the fairy in but a brief fashion, all together attempting to ignore her only to throw his abilities entirely upon the youthful appearing vampire ahead of him. Generating such an emotion within her was decidedly difficult, if only because he was so particularly out of his realm. He'd never done something like this before and frankly Sebastian was holding his breath merely hoping it'd work.

The sound of that name once again ringing on Anna-Marie's lips gave Sebastian hope that perhaps he'd manage to succeed. He hadn't the faintest idea of who Ceara was but he was certain whomever he was surely had to be far better then the situation he presently found himself within. He felt Anna-Marie's fingertips reach out to take his own and softly the man left out a breath of air in relief. The man allowed his affinity to lesson, hardly expecting having to hold such a continuous concentration as he began to lead the vampire-child away from the frozen fae. Unfortunately, the man acted far too soon, under expecting the child's blood thirsty demeanor. His features immediately contorted to a frown as the child paused abruptly only to admit that it did indeed matter very much to her. A nearly animalistic hiss left his lips at the sound of her commands and yet, that undertone of authority held some power over him that he couldn't quite comprehend. He wanted to deny her, with every fiber of his being he wanted to deny her and yet, even those few precarious moments of inaction caused a pain to lace through his chest.

He dropped her hand, turning only to approach the young fae that once again was held still and carefully within Anna-Marie's grasp. His crystalline glaze eyed her with little more than a mock disinterest even if his emotions were flooded with anger, disgust, and a familiar helpless sadness. Despite this, the man's fingertips were entirely gentle as he reached down toward the fairy, brushing her hair away from the tender flesh of her neck. Just because he despised this didn't mean he had to force her through that fear that Anna-Marie seemed determined to beset her with. She was younger then him in every fashion and her emotions were already so particularly raw that it was hardly difficult for Sebastian to turn the full extent of his affinity upon her. The power that could quite sexually draw a whole room to him was placed upon her in that single moment as he leaned down closer towards her, fully intending to induce within the girl that incessant want that only he could fulfill. His hand reached up towards the opposite side of her neck as the vampire leaned close, gingerly pressing his lips against her skin in a soft kiss. His maker had demanded he bite her, but she hadn't demanded he do so in the fashion she seemed to want her to.

His teeth pierced the flesh of her neck but moment's later, letting that too pleasure inducing venom fill her veins as he drank her lifeforce. She tasted like an eclair, sweet and delectable and vaguely he couldn't help but to wonder if all fae's tasted nearly as delicious. Still, he pulled away from her only once he felt that pressure to fulfil his maker's command recede, the man pausing only to lick at her flesh, attempting to put his own saliva into her wound simply for the healing effects it might bring her. Slowly, Sebastian's hands rose to her face, ensuring he had his entire attention before whispering to her alone in a tone that was entirely sweet. "Run, girl, run and don't stop till you're with someone you feel safe." And then, just like that, that attraction capability of his shifted, disappearing abruptly only to fill the girl with an incessant need to escape his immediate proximity. It was all he could do for her as he released her from his grasp, once again reaching out for the hand of Anna Marie as the man unwillingly turned to fulfil the rest of his duty to his maker.