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 English vampire pressed the young woman against the trunk of a rather tall oak, the large trunk hardly hindered by their weight as he leaned his hand against it, his dark crystalline gaze steadfast upon her as she looked up at him. He could hardly deny the hunger that tore at his soul and stomach - the beast that took up so much of his life needed to be fed, especially after how the man had spent the majority of his day. He should have been sleeping, tucked comfortably within the warmth of his luxury sheets in the Northern part of town. The hotel had become his sanctuary of sorts, to the point where the man hardly bothered to even look at a home for purchase, regardless of the daily cost of the Witchery. Instead, however, Sebastian had unfortunately found himself dodging the sunlight between the shade of the trees to hiding in alley's with a French men who'd never heard of vampires and thought he simply had a 'sun allergy'.

Suffice to say, the vampire was utterly starving. His flesh was hardly as pristine and smooth as it usually was, instead marred by slowly healing burns the sunlight had inflicted upon him. He felt weaker then usual, his affinity certainly took far more of his attention and yet, there was something about his interest in the woman that made her particularly easy to coax. He suspected it largely had to do with her own scarred figure. Hell, he doubted she was often awarded the attention of a man, especially one whom clearly had more...intimate desires. Regardless, Sebastian leaned closer towards the young woman, inquiring ever so softly in her ear, his foreign accent particularly strong, "And what is your name, sweetheart?" He inquired, if only because it gave him something to call her by later tonight. His own magic was already hard at work, not wanting to afford her with the opportunity to deny him the blood that ran beneath her veins.

Sebastian leaned down and closer towards her, his nose gingerly brushing against the girl's neck, his own tongue teased at the flesh at the base of her neck. God, he was starving. The closeness to his mouth upon her flesh only just reminded him of just how much he needed this - but no, not yet. He wanted her to enjoy herself, if only because he knew well just how much he was, in some fashion or another, encouraging her with a level of intensity that she simply could not deny. Her body was working against her and it was entirely his fault. In a way, Sebastian knew well his power was no better then the vampires that merely took what they wanted. In a way, he supposed he often did too. But he genuinely did try to find those who held some general lust for him before he simply encouraged their feelings. She, however, was different and he abhorred the way the fairy girl had looked at him. He hardly wanted that same look mirrored within the stormy gaze of the curly haired woman in front of him. "You're beautiful, love." He whispered softly when she provided her name, fully providing the woman the words that she might want to hear. There was a certain sort of loveliness to her, Sebastian was hardly lying though he suspected that it wasn't often others looked beyond the imperfections that curled around her eyes. His touch was gentle as his thumb caressed her cheek, his lips pulling away from the girl's neck before settling gently beneath her chin, forcing her eyes upwards and towards him.