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.
A soft breath left Sebastian's lips as he brought that warm teacup to his lips. How he relished in the heat that radiated from the mug nestled in his hands. Winter, though it afforded him far more time awake, was often regarded with a hint of disgruntlement from the Englishman if only for the increased cold that seemed to make any hint of warmth all the harder to grasp. The living room was near silent beyond the crackling of the log within the fireplace. Dorian had left an hour prior to spend the majority of the evening with his Godfather as he had taken to doing once a week for several months now. Charles had taken Maxwell and Prescott on their nightly before bed walks and with Elizabeth's finals coming up, she had focused the majority of her time with her study groups, leaving Sebastian peculiarly alone. It was rare, nowadays, that the vampire found himself in the peaceful embrace of solitude. He almost found himself at a loss of how to spend his evening - at least, such was what his considerations so largely consisted of when a peculiar sound caught the vampire's superior sense of hearing. A small frown crossed his lips at the sound of someone moving through their shrubbery, drawing his own sapphire gaze towards the window.
How quickly those instincts seemed to flare within him! That territorial-ness within the vampire had only further increased with his marriage to the Italian King. Something was amiss, even if he was not quite yet sure what. For a long moment, Sebastian merely stared at that window, his gaze searching the depths of those shadows before the creaking sound of the barn door caused his eyebrows to furrow. The horses, after all, had already been seen to for the night and Dorian and Alexander had plans to meet at the Dark Hunter's cafe for the evening. No one, he was certain, should be within the stables at this hour. Tentatively, Sebastian placed his teacup on the coffee table in front of him. He slipped his shoes on his feet before the vampire rose from the sofa. The Prince made his way through the house, pausing in front of the glass double French doors in the kitchen to glance towards the gardens beyond. The barn was still dark, what it was worth and yet Sebastian still found himself almost weary as those instincts continued to claw at him. Slowly, he pushed the door open, stepping out into the chilled darkness. Sebastian moved down the softly lit pathway towards the barn, his shoes echoing softly against the stone.
The vampire slipped into the barn, flicking on the light overhead only for his bright blue eyes to settle with a clear hint of astonishment upon the familiar figure of a woman with her hands buried in the mane of his own Stella. "Petra?" He inquired, eying the woman as she so abruptly parted her lips to flash her fangs in a clear hint of aggression. A small frown crossed the vampire's own features as he subtly reached for his own affinity. It was distinctly easy to so manipulate those pheromones, to promote tranquility and peace and calm. The last thing he wanted, after all, was for his mare to come to any harm in the arms of the clearly out of sorts vampire. "Petra..." He uttered again, his voice decidedly soft as he took a tentative step towards the girl. It was clear to see those feral instincts swirled just below the surface, that very look was one he recognized well - hunger. "When was the last time you've eaten, love?" He inquired, quite clearly concerned for the young woman, altogether obvious of the hatred she had so begun to harbor for him. After all, Petra had all but saved his life the last time they had met. To care for her in return was the very least he could do.