Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

I thought you knew I was filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a late night with a bad bite I thought you knew.

How abruptly that glimpse of astonishment fluttered across her features as if the pretty young fae had never before been offered a kiss. Truly, it was a reaction that Sebastian hadn't anticipated. After all, she was pretty - from her long blonde hair to those bright, innocent silver eyes. He failed to believe any man could look upon her and deny such a thing. Her cheeks flushed in a near brilliant pink as she considered that very proposal, her lips parting to offer him a response only...for the pair to be unfortunately interrupted. The usually unflappable vampire could hardly help the glimpse of irritation that danced across his features at the very sight of that flaming red hair, those sharpened canines spoke columns of the anger the fellow vampire held at his prey being stolen - though such was a fact that Sebastian was not keen to point out. His attention to his fellow vampire, however, was interrupted by the slender fingers that suddenly gripped his arm, near clinging to him as if he was the only thing standing between her and certain death - which, conveniently, he was. The Prince could feel the thudding of her pulse, her very fear only causing her blood to pump through her veins even faster in a way which undoubtedly appealed to both men. If only she knew how much more difficult she was making this!

The vibrancy of his gaze returned to the red-headed vampire, Sebastian meeting that death glare with a hint of unwavering certainty that he had the upper hand. His brow rose in silent skepticism as he listened to the lies that poured from the opposing vampire's lips. Really, he could not be expected to believe such nonsense, could he? Either this fellow was newly turned...or was hoping that Sebastian was. Nevertheless, the Prince made little effort to interrupt, simply listening in silence to each and every untruth that he was offered to hand over the prey that he had every intention to take tonight. After all...she smelled...so sweet - exactly the sort of flavor that he might enjoy. The young woman beside him was desperate to convince him to believe her, her very tone beseeching enough to prompt his hand to rise and gingerly pat the warmth of her own. Softly he offered her that gentle assurance that he did, the Englishman admitting to the vampire's own folly in the process as he informed them both that she had hardly smelled of the red-headed fellow like she should have if such words had been true. Had the fae truly been the redhead's, she could have been drenched in his scent, much in the same way Sebastian was certain that Dorian was covered in his own distinct musk.

Purposefully, the Prince turned his attention back upon the vampire, his own fangs flashing in a distinct warning he knew well that only his kind could truly understand. Sebastian was aware of that soft gasp from the woman beside him, she had seemingly not realized exactly what he was - it hardly mattered now, however, Sebastian entirely assured that his pheromones would keep her at his side regardless of every reason she had to fear him. After all, it was clear, from those brief moments he had with the young fae, that his kind had hardly been particularly pleasant company. His hand rose, a single gesture given towards his bodyguards, the men near immediately jumping into action as the pair approached him, hands upon their weapons. That bow he was afforded, much less the address he was given, was entirely expected and effortlessly Sebastian wielded his own authority to see that interruption removed. He was wholly aware of the effect his words hand upon both individuals, the vampire suddenly aware of just how outnumbered he was while the young fae girl seemed to gape at him in awe.

It was the very mention of leaving that seemed to prompt Illiana to speak up, her own voice entirely firm as she insisted the fellow vampire was not invited. Smoothly, Sebastian's attention turned back towards the redhead, a small, almost smug simper settled upon the corners of his lips. "You heard the woman." He commented, altogether aware of how it only seemed to enrage the vampire even further. His hand snapped forward, grabbing Illiana fiercely. Immediately, Sebastian's reached out, his fingers tightly gripping the man's wrist in a clear reminder that the fae woman did not belong to the vampire. The bright blue of Sebastian's gaze narrowed as he intently watched his fellow vampire, the man's nostrils near flaring in his anger. That insistence that they would regret this, however, was a threat Sebastian knew he was incapable of fulfilling. Abruptly, the fellow's hand fell, Sebastian's too settled back at his side in turn as the vampire was forcefully ushered off.

How aware he was, in the aftermath of that encounter, to the fluttering beat of Illiana's heart, the very sound of it thudding so closely to him almost drowned out the base of the music on the floor below. Her very body seemed to be shaking in some mixture of fear and adrenaline and gingerly, he reached out to wrap an arm around her, the young woman already pressing so closely against his side. "No love, I don't think he did....but you're okay now." He offered her softly in response to her assurance that this vampire hardly wished to 'kiss attack' either of them. She hardly seemed to pause long, however, before commenting upon his very status of royalty. It was her insistence that she could curtsy that prompted a soft chuckle to his lips. "You will have to show me sometime later, hm?" Sebastian responded, a warm simper settling upon his features. He was hardly prepared for the sudden hug he was given as her arms, and her body, in turn, were thrown against him. Her uttered thank yous were muttered into his ear and yet, his focus had instead deviated to that very blood that flowed so audibly within her veins. "Your welcome, dove." He offered softly, that control he usually so tightly held almost....struggling at that moment.

Thankfully, she released him moments later, only to request they leave - a desire Sebastian was more than willing to fulfill. "Of course, darling." He scooted towards the edge of the booth, that single gesture enough to prompt one of his bodyguards muttering into his earpiece. The pair were gestured further into the dance club, one guard ahead of them and one following behind as the Prince was ushered through back hallways and, eventually, into a large alleyway where a sleek black sedan awaited them. The door was opened for them at their approach, Sebastian gesturing within to allow Illiana to step inside. It was only once they were comfortably settled against the plush leather seats, hidden away from the world with those dark tinted windows that Sebastian turned towards her. "Where would you like to go, love?" He inquired, altogether curious of what place was 'safe' to the fae.