But it told me some more about Sebastian (if he'd ever get here -_-) I'll edit this post instead of making a new one when I get it all typed up.

Okay, it turned into a mini-story rather than actual character info... but it gives you a small glimpse of all three of the characters and I'm actually pretty proud of it.



It was yet another late night when Sebastian was taking his usual shortcut through an alleyway off the streets of London, hurrying so that he wouldn’t miss the last train of the subway. He was laughing with drink despite his urgency, feet stumbling on upturned rocks but somehow always managing to gain purchase upon the ground once more. He was almost to the end of the alley when the light shining in from a streetlamp was cut off, engulfing the careless drunk youth in darkness. The sudden loss of light finally managed to tangle his feet together, Sebastian falling to the cold hard ground with a soft grunt of pain. He was about to push himself to his feet when he noticed that the shadows blocking his light and his path were moving closer. “If its money you want, I don’t have much.” He implored, fingers stumbling for his wallet. There was no answer save for a near-silent giggling and a loud pounding, which Sebastian found to be his heart in his ears.

Then one of the shadows was upon him and the youth went into a panic, flailing his limbs wildly, hoping to purchase a strike on his attacker, but his arms and legs hit nothing but air. There was a low laugh, very unlike the giggling of earlier, then Sebastian’s heart froze as equally cold lips were pressed to his neck. Two pinpricks as hot as pokers searing their way into his flesh, and despite his seemingly ice cold heart, warm lifeblood first poured forth and then was drawn through, with incredible pressure, the two miniscule wounds. His strength and struggles fading, a sliver of light had wormed its way into the alleyway, reflecting with a flash into Sebastian’s eyes off of something silver. His realization that the impossible was happening was befuddled in confusion as, in his darkening gaze, he caught sight of a small crucifix dangling from the neck of his attacker. Crying out with nothing more than a croak escaping his lips his hand reached up, and, unbeknownst to him, the gaze of the one beside him followed the now paraffin-pale fingers. The crowd of dark giggling had pressed even closer in the short moments, but only the one right beside him could hear the barely a whisper of the words “Useless.. like I thought.” as fingertips caressed the Christ upon the cross, before the youth passed out with loss of blood. The lips upon his skin were drawn away, and again only the one baring the cross was able to hear his own words of, “Stupid child. You’ve sealed your fate.” And as the rest of the group pulled away, laughing at the demise of yet another victim as they slunk into the night, they didn’t notice the fangs of the attacker ripping into the plush flesh of his own lower lip, the now bloody mass pushing its way against the slowly cooling lips of the youth.

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“So where did you wake up?” Blonde hair fell into brown eyes as Franz leaned forward, Sebastian just finishing his recollection of the crucifix before he had passed out.

The victim of only two years prior shrugged. “In the basement of some abandoned building not too far away from that alley. At first, when it was so dark, I thought I had been buried while still alive,” he smirked, twirling the crucifix that hung around his neck between his fingers, “but obviously that was nowhere near the case.” He stood up from the small café table. “I hadn’t been buried, and I was very much dead.”

Franz scrambled to his feet as well, hurrying after the black haired youth out the door. The blonde’s childlike grin and innocent eyes didn’t suit the New York City night. He was every bit of light to Sebastian’s dark, which blended right in with the darkness beyond the streetlamp’s reach as he took a deep draw from his mysteriously lit cigarette. None would have guessed that the boy of assumingly sixteen was at least fifty plus years plus older than his companion for the night.

“So do you want to hear how I was turned?” Brown eyes asked as they looked up at those of bright blue-green, Franz’s head tilted to the side in inquiry.

“No.” Sebastian stated bluntly, nringing the sunglasses atop his hair down over his eyes and stalking away, crucifixes hanging off his boots chiming as they hit matching chains.

“But its interesting tooooo,” Franz whined, acting like the child he very much resembled, but he was ignored, “You’re no fun.”

The black haired youth didn’t hear him as he walked away into the night. “The vampire who wears a cross… so Mayerling is your name, is it?”

“Sebastian!” Franz called out from behind.

Unwillingly the younger vampire stopped and threw his exasperated gaze to the sky, cherry of his cigarette emphasizing the outward swing of the hand that held it, “What?”

“You’re not planning on leaving me, are you?” The playful grin twisted into a smirk of dark and fearsome intent, a fierce bloodlust entering the doe-brown eyes. “I thought we could go get something to eat together.”

Sebastian laughed, “Would they even let you into the club? With a face like yours?” But the hand holding the cigarette motioned for the other to come along, Sebastian once again starting down the New York sidewalk. Franz quickly followed behind, his face once again the visage of childhood innocence.