Sebastien Sylvestre's Story

Vivian would find that the humans greatly out-numbered the vampires within the nightclub, but her age on the other hand left her standing out quite blatantly. The humans overlooked it, given that a vampire's appearance was rarely telling of their actual age, but the vampires would easily be able to take note that she wasn't one of theirs.

It wasn't just any vampire to take note of her though.

A keen eye might have noted him nearby, reclining in a red upholstered settee with a young woman at his side. They couldn't have been mistaken for anything other than what they where, siblings. Twins from the look of them.

Sebastien Sylvestre and his sister, Lady Adelaide. Heirs to the reigning Lutetian vampire authority, House Sylvestre.

Both where dressed in extravagant finery, but only one of them seemed remotely interested in the nightclub. Adelaide sat quietly, seemingly detached from her surroundings as her mind wandered. Sebastien on the other hand seemed quite at home among the debauchery that surrounded them. His eyes had the look of a predator to them and he never took them off Vivian as he leaned over to speak quietly to a man who was standing next to the settee.

Their voices where too low to be overheard, and Adelaide didn't even take note of it.

The man moved off through the throng of bodies until he reached Vivian where he took hold of one of her arm to guide her towards the settee.

"Sebastien would like a word with you," he spoke into her ear.

He didn't hurt her, but the grip on her arm left little question that this wasn't a request.

It was only then that Adelaine seemed to take note that something was going on. What had she missed she thought?

Vivian bit her lip and looked about, not finding a single familiar face. And more disappointingly, not that of her dealer. She sighed and had folded her arms across her chest. "Where could he have gone then-- Hey!" She spat. She hadn't seen this man come up on her, and he was -definitely- not her dealer.

Then it dawned on her that this guy could be one of the bouncers. She swallowed hard, wondering how much trouble she had gotten herself in. The girl was nearly as thin as a bean pole, and wouldn't be much of a fight for the man to pull along. "Sebastien? I have no clue who that is.. Must have the wrong girl, bub. I was just leavin'.."

Vivian was dragged before Sebastian before her arm was released so she could speak to him. The one who had grabbed her hovered at her back in case she tried to walk away.

"A little young to be in here, aren't you?" Sebastian asked.

His sister, Adelaine, lay a hand on his arm. "She's just a child. Let the humans take care of it," she tried to council him. But the days her brother actually listened to her where far and few in between. He was bull-headed, brash, spoiled, and prone to having his way.

"What's your name?" Sebastian asked as he leaned forward a bit on the settee.

The way he stared at her was unnerving, predatory even. Like a cat eyeing up a mouse, even though he wasn't particularly hungry. The simple fun of tormenting it was enough to make it worth his while.

Vivian winced at the sight of the two siblings, knowing nearly immediately what they were. They didn't look much older than she was, but their agelessness was what gave them away before the sister gave them away.

"Er.." Vivian spoke up. "I.. Was looking for someone.. A friend really.. Didn't mean to disturb anyone really, and I was just about to leave.." She was nervous, as anyone would be in their right mind if a vampire looked at you like that.

"Uhm.. Er.. My name...? I'm nobody, really.." She frowned and tried to back away, bumping into the man who had brought her here. "Don't mind me, I'm not important.." She laughed sheepishly.

Vivian felt Sebastien's hand close around her throat before she even saw him move, and his eyes where inches from her own.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked her chillingly. "I'm Sebastien Sylvestre, and that is my sister Adelaide. And if there's anything to know about me, it's that when I ask a question, I expect an answer."

If Vivian knew much of anything about the vampire underworld in Lutetia, the name Sylvestre might mean something to her, but unless she trafficked heavily among vampire kind, or those who associated with vampire kind, their specific identities would likely be lost on her.

Adelaine rose to her feet, but Sebastien barred her approach with a simple outstretch of his arm. Adelaine knew better than to cross it.

"Sebastien... please, she's just a child. This isn't necessary..." Adelaine told him. "Come back and sit with me."

"If she was old enough to get herself in here, she's old enough to be treated like an adult. Wouldn't you agree?" he asked Vivian. "Now tell me, what is your name?"

His hand gripped her throat tightly enough to keep her from pulling away, but not so tight that she couldn't breath. All around them the nightclub seemed to be paying the pair no notice. The music roared, the lights flashed, and the bodies moved in time to the beat of their passions.

Instinctively, her own hands went to her throat, grabbing at his hand futilely. She knew she would not be able to pull away. But her eyes widened more at the name than the fact he had grabbed her throat. She knew the name Sylvestre. She gave a quick look at Adelaide, pleading with her eyes for help.

"V-vivian." She answered quickly, trembling in his grip. It was unusual for the girl to show fear of any kind, especially to threats. But this one, she knew wasn't just a threat. "M-my name is Vivian.."

"I-I'm just some silly lost girl.. I-I'll go now.. I won't bother you again.."

"No... no you won't," he told her.

His free hand moved to grip her hair, jerking her head back so the he could release her throat. With one hand he held her head twisted back at a painful angle, and the other he moved around her waist to keep her pressed firmly against himself with bruising force.

"Don't scream," he hissed into her ear, and the weight of his domination would likely leave her throat constricted against the impulse to cry out for help.

"Sebastien!"

Adelaine's words went unanswered as he buried his fangs in Vivian's throat. All around them there where signs of vampires feeding on humans, and no one gave notice to Vivian and Sebastien. From the distance, the pair where as intimately pressed together as the other willing victims that frequented the club. Neither pain nor fear would be enough to break the echo of domination that his command had carried with it, and only those closest would see the fear in her eyes, and know otherwise.

"Sebastien! Stop this!" Adelaine told him. "We don't know who she is."

He growled like an animal against Vivian's throat, and Adelaine dared not lay a hand on him.

Before she knew it, she felt his needle sharp fangs sink into her throat. She wanted to scream, but found that some force kept her from doing so. She was trembling badly now, and she swore her heart was going to explode.

How had she gotten into this mess. "P-please.. L-let me go.." She begged quietly. She struggled against him trying to pull away, but against his strength and the pain it caused every time she tried, she couldn't do it.

"M-my brothers.." She whispered after a long moment, feeling the life being drained from her made her desperate. "M-my brothers will pay.. E-every Lessard will come after you.. If you kill me.." She whispered.

Well, she doubted that. She was, after all, the black sheep of the family. She most likely wouldn't be missed.

Truthfully Sebastien had only intended to frighten the girl, but her struggles left her throat torn as if she had been savaged by an animal rather than a vampire, and her carotid artery was nicked as she tried to pull away from him.

The rush of fresh arterial blood that hit his mouth was intoxicating, and she would realize in an instant that something had changed.

His grip became crushing and his growls took on a deeper and more vicious edge.

Adelaine had raised a hand to her mouth, helpless to stop her brother from feeding on the girl.

Each pulse of her heart, each pump of her life blood left her fading rapidly in his arms, and her skin was taking on a deathly paleness before he finally jerked his head back, unable to take in anymore blood. He shoved her into the side of the settee, leaving her to collapse and slump against its while he sat back down on the crimson cushions. He rested his arms on the back of it and tilted his head back enjoying the intoxicating rush that came with over-indulgence.

He scarcely took note of Adelaine kneeling by the girl's side, her eyes wide with shock at what Sebastien had done. The girl hadn't long left in this world and a quick glance to her brother told her that he was too intoxicated to notice what she was doing.

She raised her wrist to her mouth and bit into her own veins before moving it to the girl's lips.

"Quickly, or you will die," she whispered softly.

It wasn't sympathy for the child, though there had been some of that. No, it was the name she had uttered as Sebastien fed upon her that provoked Adelaine to interevene. Lessard. The Lessard family was old blood, and she had no way to know if anyone knew the girl had come here tonight. The daughter of a prominent family within the city would be missed, and the last thing they needed was a missing child's report leading the police to the night club.

'I'm going to die.' Vivian thought to herself as he released her and she fell to the floor. Her limbs felt nearly useless and everything was moving so slowly. She could hear her heart beat in her ears, racing as it tried to get blood--or the lack there of-- through her system. She felt so cold.

"L-lucus.." She whispered, calling for her brother as she had always done when she was in trouble as a little girl. She was very afraid now.

She barely understood the words coming from Adelaine, but she felt the wetness on her lips as her wrist brushed against them. She thought. What did this girl want her to do with her wrist..?

Weakly, the girl gripped on Adelaine's arm and sucked on the wound.

The touch of Adelaine's blood upon Vivian's tongue was near as intoxicating as her own had been to Sebastien, and within moments Adelaine hardly had to encourage her anymore, but it would be short lived.

The vampiric blood turned to venom within her, attacking the human tissue and human blood cells until she would swear her heart was pumping acid through her veins.

Had it not been for Sebastien's earlier domination of her, she might have screamed, but even his command wouldn't stay the pained sounds that would likely tear their way out of her throat.

It was this that drew his eyes.

He was on his feet in an instant, fury in his eyes as he pulled Adelaine from the girl. Disgust was all over his face.

"What the hell are you doing?" he growled.

"Protecting you, brother," she answered.

Vivian's grip tightened on Adelaine's arm after a few moments of sucking the blood from her wrist. It seemed to breathe new life into her, and she clung to that as best she could.

But what little reprieve Adelaine's blood had given the girl, slowly taught Vivian a most valuable lesson.

Everything comes at a price.

She pulled Adelaine's wrist away from her lips, gasping in pain as she tried to scream. The pounding in her head was no longer a sign that her life was ending. No, now it was a signal to bring on every pain imaginable Vivian could have ever experienced times infinity.

Whines and whimpers came from the girl as she writhed on the floor.

"Kill her," Sebastien told the man who had previously brought Vivian to him.

"You cannot. She is mine now," Adelaide said. "A fledgling of my blood."

She hadn't had the nerve to protect herself from his wrath, nor to protect the girl, but to try and save him from himself? If nothing else he was her brother, and her only constant companion since her childhood.

Vivian was now protected from him by their laws, but so to did he know that his sister had broken their laws in turning the girl in the first place. The matter was one for their father to pass judgement over now.

She could see the anger warring within him, until he finally struck her. The sting of the blow against her cheek throbbed as he pulled her towards the entrance of the club.

The remaining vampire moved to pick Vivian up from the floor, after which he simply slung her over his shoulder as if she where little more than a sack of meat. He wordlessly followed Sebastien and Adelaide outside where she was deposited into the back seat of their limousine, across from where Adelaide and Sebastien now sat.

Neither spoke as the car began to move, and neither made any gesture of assistance as Vivian lay there dying in their car. Or at least that's what it would feel like to her. Part of her likely wished for death, if only to end what was happening to her.