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.
More. She needed more - the very enthusiasm at which that singular word was uttered caused an almost dark look to pass over the Englishman's features. He had seen this before - vampires who had successfully fed without murdering their victim, only to strike again in the aftermath of their euphoria. The very glance of her teal colored irises towards the shopkeeper caused his lips to curl, his own voice admittedly sharp as Sebastian insisted the shopkeeper was no longer her's to have. The flash of his ivory fangs seemed enough to draw his point home, the young woman all but averting her gaze in a glimpse of submission to his own authority before she so effortlessly teased him. The Italian Prince's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly though he hardly said a syllable beyond that soft grunt upon his lips. Sebastian was hardly prepared, however, for that striking speed in which Petra seemed to near disappear at, the little bell of the bookstore's door swinging and tinkling in her wake as she all but abandoned the shop - sending the pair reeling back into reality. Bollocks. Setting a hungry vampire free on the streets of Sacrosanct was the very last thing he wanted, the Prince had been naively hoping that he might be able to duck under the radar, so to speak. He turned back towards the shopkeeper, letting his affinity near overwhelm her as her gaze turned immediately towards him. "Make sure you eat something tonight, okay? Don't drink any alcohol....and...tell no one I was here, please?" His lips brushed lightly against her knuckles, the man so fulfilling that momentary fantasy of being her Prince Charming before he swiftly stepped away from her, following in Petra's wake as Sebastian rushed out onto the cobblestone streets.
His gaze drifted down both sides of the street, the figure of the young vampire woman all but dissipated into the night. "Petra!" Her name was uttered on his lips though, honestly, he hardly anticipated a reply, nor was he surprised when one didn't come. They were hardly far from the heart of downtown, however. The throng of people that dwelled within the nightlife of the city surely would have provided a prime hunting place. If he was desperate and bloodthirsty, it was there he would go. A frown crossed his lips as Sebastian swiftly changed his path, moving down the street towards those city lights, all the while glancing down each alleyway he passed with the hopes that one might hold within its depths the young woman he sought. It was, however, an almost neon green glow that bounced off the walls of a nearby building that saw the Prince pause in his search, his eyebrows furrowing at the hue alone as he slowly approached the alleyway with a clear hint of caution. The last thing he anticipated to see, in the depths of that otherworldly glow, was Petra herself. She stood, poised and enamored with her fingers outstretched, reaching for a floating globe that seemed to pulse and pound. A peculiar sort of liquid seemed to swirl just beneath the surface of that ominous globe - this undoubtedly the magic of some malicious witch and, in turn, Sebastian wanted nothing to do with it. "Petra!" His voice was sharp as he closed that distance between them, his feet moving quickly against the pavement, the man feverishly hoping he got to her before her fingers made contact with it.
His fingers ensnared her wrist, the man attempting to tug her backward and into him as he issued that command not to touch the mythical orb. Her voice was nothing short of eerie as she insisted that it desired her fingers against it, the very idea nothing short of terrifying and yet, before he could so much as stop her, her finger gingerly brushed against its watery surface. For one delicate moment, the entire world was still, only for the liquid within the pulsating orb to swirl almost violently. Sebastian's bright blue eyes scarcely had a moment to comprehend what he was seeing before the sphere contract in on itself, collapsing only for the very force of it to explode outwards in an unexpected burst of strange, wet....goo. Any words he attempted to utter were cut off near immediately as the Italian Prince was covered with the strange substance, the vampire stilling near immediately at its touch as if he could scarcely believe what had just happened. He could hardly help that look of utter disgust that crept across his features as he flicked his hands, trying to rid them of that clinging gooey substance. His hand reached up in a fool-hearted attempt to wipe the peculiar sludge off of his face, though it did little more than smear it over his handsome features. His voice was little more then deadpan as he inquired after what it was she had touched, his displeasure distinctly clear as his gaze cut towards the woman at his side.
Petra, it seemed had hardly fared any better than Sebastian himself - her fair figure equally as coated with that glowing neon substance, as were the floors and walls of the alleyway around him. Nothing, it seemed, was spared the taint of that awful guck. He was hardly as attentive as the young woman was of those changes that overcame him at the very touch of the magical sludge. The Prince, it seemed was far more concerned with attempting to remove any of the substance from his skin, the very touch of it nothing short of vile. His once crystalline gaze shifted only at the soft feminine voice, that pout all too clear upon Petra's features. It was her soft utterance of being hot that caused his eyebrows to furrow as he glanced down at himself. It was....warm. Almost bizarrely so. The very feeling was akin to how the sun felt upon his flesh when Dorian brought him back to life. "It's probably just.....whatever this is." The vampire retorted before he shook his head ever so slightly. "Let's get this off and then I'm sure you'll feel better." That frown upon his lips was a near-permanent fixture as the pair moved back through those cobblestone streets and back towards the northern neighborhood. How he detested that squeaking in his shoes with each step - the muck all but determined to stick to him rather than slide off of his flesh. That walk back home was, perhaps, the longest trek back to the mansion, the vampire all but overjoyed at the very sight of those gates.
Sebastian was hardly unaware of the look he was given by the fae that guarded their estate - that glimpse both one of curious bafflement and a subtle smugness that often came with those four words that he least wanted to hear. "Just....don't say anything," Sebastian grumbled with notable irritation and, in turn, those fae simply offered him a nearly respectful bow before the gates of the estate were pushed open to admit them. "And you....don't....touch anything." The vampire continued, his narrowed gaze sliding towards the young woman at his side. The last thing he wanted was for remnants of the goo to appear upon his furniture, or worse, the dogs. Hesitantly, Sebastian stepped into the depths of his own home, already aware that the sound of the door would capture the attention of most of the household. It wasn't long before Maxwell himself came skittering into the hallway. "Maxwell!" Sebastian's voice retained that distinct authority that had come to personify his English lit ever since they'd found that glowing goo mass. "Stop. Down." He watched as the Rottweiler abruptly dropped to the floor, his tail still wiggling along with his back half in glee at his master's arrival back home and yet - that training had proven to be effective.
Charles quickly followed within the canine's wake and yet, it was his own manservant that froze in astonishment at the very sight of the usually pristine vampire. "....Your Highness?" The manservant uttered, clearly surprised. A soft, audible sigh left Sebastian's lips as his own gaze shifted down his figure. "Will you see to it that Petra here has a bath. Get some of Elizabeth's clothes for her....don't let the dogs touch this...stuff...whatever it is. In fact - just burn our clothes. I don't want you touching it either. God only knows what this shit is." He grumbled, waiting until Charles reached down for Maxwell's collar before the vampire passed them - making his way up the stairs and towards the undeniably sweet embrace of his own exquisite shower. For a moment Charles simply watched the Italian Prince disappear, Maxwell whining in his wake before the manservant's attention turned back towards Petra. "If you would follow me, miss." He commented, leading both girl and dog up the very same steps Sebastian himself had only moments ago disappeared up. Charles paused at the top of those stairs, opening one of the doors to let Maxwell slip inside before he firmly shut it behind the canine. He provided the young woman behind him with a weak simper before the man continued to lead her down the hallway and into what was clearly a guest bedroom. "If you would please put your clothes on the tiled floor. I will fetch you new ones." Charles informed her, stepping back out of the bedroom to leave Petra to her own shower.
For a moment, Charles paused within the hallway outside, a small frown crossing his features before the manservant turned, making his way back towards the Italian King's office. Gently, his knuckles rapped against the door, the servant waiting just long enough before Monarch within gave him permission to enter. Tentatively, Charles slid open the office door just enough to step inside. "Your Majesty? You wished to know when his Highness returned." He offered as a way of explanation to his intrusion, only to pause ever so slightly in a small glimpse of indecision. "It is not my place, sir but...it would seem the Prince had a run in of sorts tonight, he seemed..." Charles paused, almost unsure of how to describe that subtle difference within the man he'd served for his entire life. "...put out."