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The Death Of Sebastian

It wasn’t too hard to find him. All he had to do was follow the trails of blood loss and death from his father’s portal magic. He was done. He HATED Sebastian to the deepest of cores. 

Why?

Because his father liked him. Sebastian snapped his neck. He was HIS to do with what he wanted and his father stole him away from him to make him HIS pet, when not a day prior, he had had him, locked starving in that cave for being a vampire.

His father had told him he was no longer his son - a cut that his dad knew went far deeper than it would for even most kids to be disowned by their father. He knew what Wil had been through all his life through out the foster system. He knew how much pain Wil had been through being turned away and disowned over and over, again. His own father wouldn’t accept HIM as a vampire, calling him disgusting and vile to Nature and him, and then turned around and took another vampire in, healed the wounds he had inflicted on him, over road his punishment for basically killing him, his own son, fed him, and gave him basically everything he wanted in Neverland. 

He accepted this pirate vampire, but he wouldn’t accept him.

He tortured and made him loose his other Harry because of being a vampire, where he’d never see him, again .. but his dad accepted Sebastian.

Hate was too kind of a word and with his father gone … he was going to claim what was rightfully his, anyway, and destroy him for good.

But he bet not matter what form of death he gave this creature, it wouldn’t come close to the pain his father keeping and accepting him did to him.

It was too easy. 

The vampire was sitting in a bar chatting and drinking. With a flick of his mind, the entire building with the vampire and all the people in it lit up in a raging inferno of crackling flames.

With a wail he saw the vampire attempt to escape, but Wil expected as much. He pulled out a gun and shot him right in the forehead. Another quick movement, and Wil reappeared on top of that sizzling frying body, pulled out his sword and jabbed it perfectly into the vampire heart without even a word, and then did it again, and again. ‘Til finally Wil’s wild cries echoed over the land.

#sebastian is dead in this verse #reblog for headcanon

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Headcanon - Cassandra

Okay sue, me, but this is Cassandra. She has the same ‘air’ as Elizabeth does, (cocky air, a little ‘princess-y’, yet vulnerable ‘look’) and has that blond thing. She’s the perfect Cassandra to Elizabeth if we’re going with Sebastian’s idea of Elizabeth reminding him of her. I’m headcanoning it.

#headcanon #hc #Cassandra #lizzie saltzman #legacies sebastian

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In my headcanon it’s the second. He has a death wish. He wants to die. He’s lost everything he’s ever known waking up in this modern strange world that is completely alien to him, and he lost his love. It’s terrifying but he also hates Alaric. Alaric is the man between him and what he wants, and it’s obvious Alaric isn’t a big fan of him, either, so, in my opinion, he was also just pushing Alaric’s buttons to get to him, too.

so sebastian’s a fucking mess and i can’t tell who he’s lying to: lizzie and the witches acting like a good guy, or alaric when he said he was controlling lizzie (and presumably the others as well)

if it’s the latter we’re burning his rapist ass at the stake, but i do believe it’s possible he just said that to alaric cause his self esteem is that low and he’s so scared of the modern world that he wants to die

#ooc #mun thoughts on Sebastian #hc

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make me choose: Rafael or Sebastian (asked by anon)

#fc

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pueraeternuspan​:

Peter had adapted, much less could be said to his companion whom he forgot had not grown with the times. Peter, a half-fae was thankful he could breathe the polluted air without choking on it or getting ill.

The loud sounds, he’d accepted. Construction, cars, sirens. And funnily enough, Peter’s clothing changed from the Neverland clothing to a more modern look.. just normal clothes that helped him blend in better… even the dirt on his face and arms seemed to have vanished.. a glamour of sorts.

If anything, Pan was reminded of someone Storybrooker’s that had not been part of the curse and not known of the modern land. Maybe he should’ve started there, but this was a killing.. not a learning, or so he thought.

He walks past Sebastian, not at all hesitant. “Maybe I was wrong.. maybe he does fear something else much more…” Peter muttered to himself as he watched the other struggle to focus.

Instead he walked back and grabbed the man’s shoulders gently. “Eyes on me, keep focused on me.. listen to me.” He looked at the other’s eyes. “I will tell you what I know of the New World.. but right now, you have to calm yourself and try and focus..” If it was tough for Peter before, it must have been a new sort of hell for the vampire.

“Dude, is he okay?” Someone finally asked.

Peter looked at the passerby and smiled sadly. “He’s having an panic attack.” He quickly added. “He’ll be okay, I’ll take him somewhere safe… come on Seb.” He did not think this through.. and he actually felt guilty for that. He grabbed the other’s hand and gently pulled him, trying to get him somewhere that is at least quieter… the back allies will not deafen as much but it will be tolerable.

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“Maybe I was wrong.. maybe he does fear something else much more…”

“I am not afraid of this land ... I am just not accustomed to it. I find it irritating,” he deflected, not looking at Peter as he walked past him, well noted that the comment hadn’t actually been tossed to him, but he had heard it.

“That wasn’t what I was talking about anyway when I mentioned I knew of fears and punishments far worse than anything you could give to me. When I was just a little boy, the people whom my family sold me to would come up with the most creative of said disciplines for me. Your games, so even as you say theme as such a travesty, Peter... are nothing but a comforting vacation to me.”

That said, he was still holding his ears. What was that horrid sounding music and where was it coming from?

Peter had rounded back to where he stood and had placed an affirming hand on his shoulders telling him to keep his eyes on him as if to calm him down and focus him, which was kind of amusingly endearing.

“Dude, is he okay?”

Peter started to talk to explain, when Sebastian suddenly grabbed hold of the passerbyer man’s head, and completely and clearly ripped it right off, and then hurled it down the road behind him. The remainder of he body just fell to the pavement.

Sebastian laughed. “Of course, I’m FINE. Why does everyone always think I’m not fine, you judgmental brat! I’m always fine. Why wouldn’t I be FINE?” He laughed, again, but Peter took his hand to lead him away somewhere else more quiet. “Were you on my ship that day that we surprised attacked the guard by firing cannons at their ship with the heads of their men we had just slaughtered the night prior?” 

#pueraeternuspan #tw: gore #gore

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#pirates

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pueraeternuspan​:

It was so amusing that this vampire assumed he was in any range of power to take him on. The only reason he took Peter down before was only due to how exhausted he was. Seems, that was reason for the creature to assume he was stronger than Pan.

How he wanted to rip out the man’s heart just to see if it was beating, just to see him struggle to lie and only the truth left his lips. “Oh but I do know, Sebastian. Of so many things I can do to you, that death herself would not wish upon that she can not touch you even as you beg for death to take you from what I am doing~” He just grinned cruelly at the other. “That is where you are the biggest of fools. You should fear me.”

He was enjoying every second of this battle they are waging. Even with his threat, Peter just laughed at it like it was some poorly crafted joke.

And Peter walked through the portal and it closed behind them, leaving Neverland in a strange sense of peace suddenly, no longer feeling the tension in the air.

The first thing Sebastian noticed upon entering the city was the pungently awful scent of something he was very unfamiliar with. It seemed to saturate the air of this century, that .. and the overwhelming noise of engines and odd lightings that seemed to buzz incessantly. He truly felt he had stepped into another world entirely and he knew nothing about this land or even how to actually hunt well in it for blood. 

They had strange weaponry and clothes, and funny mechanical doors. It was like everyone had witchcraft of some sort that he knew nothing of. How was he exactly supposed to exact worldly revenge in this odd universe that was nothing at all like how his world was?

There were people, though. Several were walking about not far at all even from where they stood. Blaring lights that were as harsh as the sun shot from one building’s entrance as the door opened sending a wave of rancid sounding music into the air and Sebastian had to hold his ears.

“What is this place? Where do you intend for us to eat? I can’t stand the sounds on this street!”

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“I thrive off of danger and I love the excitement.”

He looked up at the darkening sky. Here he was King and a God among man and beast. It explained why he lacked the fear of the vampire before him. He opened his eyes, still it took energy to show that skill and he was out of practice due to not finding reason to use it.

And just like that, the vampire was gone.. and he heard the final death cry of an unfortunate Lost Boy that he was sure was innocent in all this. Sebastian was not taking it all in stride and was indeed starving. “Should’ve just shot him through a portal..” It would’ve been funny if he fell through the portal and ran right into or through a wall.. but Pan wasn’t fast enough and he just sat where he was.

“You noticed it now, didn’t you?” He asked the air, knowing the vampire’s ears could hear even if he had whispered. “The pull, the need… the need for more of what’s in these veins.” Sebastian had no time to know how much power that gave him thankfully, so he was grateful that the vampire was ignorant.

Seeing him walk into his line of vision and the accusing made him dramatically put a hand on his heart and pretended to look offended. “I am testing you, laddie. Besides it’s fun seeing you with fear in your eyes. But why do something so simple? You now know what power I have… a mere sun burn is the last thing you should fear from me… Why do I not fear you, dear Sebastian? Because you are my prey, my toy. Of all the things I can do to kill you.. that should scare you.”

Peter grinned at him. He wasn’t scared of Sebastian because he was more powerful than this child before him. He was an inch from Sebastian in a blink of an eye… fingers touching over the cooling blood, gathering the droplets on his fingers from the other’s chin… and began to lick it off his finger tips. “Why torch you after I’d done so much to help you survive? I’m hurt you assume I’d revive you just to watch you fry… hurt but you aren’t wrong. But if it comes to that, it’s because of you being stupid, laddie. And maybe the most merciful death I’d give you.”

He looked into the other’s eyes. “Why would I kill a dear old friend, anyway? We’re both legends. And again, this is a little test. I don’t need you running off to find your Elizabeth.. you say you’re over her or to dangerous, but you will go back like a loyal dog in heat… and you need a leash for at least tonight.”

He waves his hand and a portal appeared near them that shown a city in the night. “And I don’t need you eating any more of my Lost Boys, it takes forever to bury them.” He walks towards the portal. “I am hungry, while I hate Earth, I can’t argue that they have some good food.

What say, a night on the town? We both get dinner. Me, getting a buffet, you dining on the place if you want.” He wasn’t going to stop Sebastian. “Do impress me, will you? I don’t like the idea that you’ve gotten rusty in your old age” He teased.

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“You noticed it now, didn’t you? ... The pull, the need… the need for more of what’s in these veins.”

The words... he could hear them as if Peter were speaking them next to his ear. Ohhh he hated it. Yes. Yes, he could feel that craving dripping like the sweetest candy melting down across his tongue, and it was making everything in his body and veins squeeze. He wanted it like nothing he had ever tasted before. The one thing he was proud of aside from his lovely title of fear from his days of pirating, was in fact, his self-control, and this ... well, this was unexpected to behold.

But it tasted so different from the human blood he has quenched his hunger with for so long... it was raw... something very old and pure - powerful, even mixed with that of the child’s. The child had it, too.

Sebastian shivered as he tossed the boy to the side and returned to the camp where this strange Peter Boy was. His eyes were dark, and his teeth clenched.

“I am testing you, laddie. Besides it’s fun seeing you with fear in your eyes.”

“YOU .... do not know what testing is, Peter.” He tried not to inhale, his words tight and almost a low growl. He could smell him .. and his little boy.

It was true, though. He had gone through far worse torment than any Faery or Neverland King could do. “I am not afraid of you,” he lied. He lied so much he barely even knew what the truth was anymore because he was afraid of everything now... the New World, losing Elizabeth, never being free, never being able to return a sense of home and what he had ever known... not even if he escaped from there. 

It was gone.

And then Peter was right in front of him - too close to not breathe but a little- and Peter had his fingers on his chin, collecting the blood as he licked it.

“Why torch you after I’d done so much to help you survive?”

This was where in normal circumstances, he would have politely and soothingly told Dear Peter that he was going to eat him and to be quiet. But he couldn’t, now, could he?

Sebastian smiled at the mention of him running off to find Elizabeth... and then Peter opened a portal to some city of that modern world he so disliked. He really was going to let him eat, then...

 “And I don’t need you eating any more of my Lost Boys, it takes forever to bury them.”

“All right...,” he slowly said with a thick accented tone. “Dinner it is. But I have nothing to impress of you.” He leaned in just a hint to put his lips closer to his ear. “I don’t care a bit what you think of me. I will eat you and your son in a heartbeat ... and then hang your corpses off my ship as bait for the fish.”

With that, Sebastian smiled, stepping back from Peter with his arms extended as he rounded to the portal, stepping in. “Coming?”

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“I lived through your work, we met before, though I was unseen by you, just another boy. Before and after I had boarded your ship… ah yes, I remember. Those that feared speaking your name as if so much as breathing it would summon you.” He knew of the tales, the truth. He had listened to the warnings about boarding Sebastian’s ship.. that he was signing away his life.. but he walked onto the wood.

Peter had lived for a long time. Sebastian, to him, was indeed a child to him still. But the boy had made such a story out of himself.. it was a shame that people forgot their fear, putting it away and covering it with their arrogant idea that they were the top of the food chain.

He gladly was ready to remind them to fear the darkness, and to fear the vampire. He gave Sebastian what no one could give, not even his precious Elizabeth… true freedom to be himself. Only a minor exception here and there, but when it came to the Land Without Magic, Peter happily would let him free to slaughter a whole city if he so pleased. “May I dare say, that once… I may have feared you myself. It would’ve been foolish not to have been a little afraid of you.” Peter was more powerful, yes, even back then. But there, in that time, he could very well be killed by a vampire with ease, especially if they knew what magic his blood contained…

“Hmmm” He playfully pondered. “Nah. I’m not scared of you, but to trust you would be idiotic. Think of this is proving you’re serious about this as I am. After you have your adventure, I will give it back to you. Have a little nostalgia…” He closed his eyes and… strangely the sun began to set far quicker than it should..

The ring disappearing and hidden away. “I promise you, I will give it back to you. Deal, dearest Sebby?” He was playing with an inferno. He dropped the barrier and resumed sitting where he had been sitting and where the ring had formerly been. “Come out..” The sun was near setting into the sea, barely leaving any light.

He opens his eyes, breathing out… it had been a while since he did that. “In this realm, I’m a god among boys.. but, damn.. making the sun set is still a tough deed.” He usually let it go naturally, but this was important… what will Sebastian do while free? “I fear nothing, laddie.”

Sebastian smiled at the recognition of his past ‘work’ and at the realization that this Peter Faery had actually met him before. “Clever,” he teasingly said, leaning forward from where his hands were placed as if to test against that invisible barrier. “Should I be so honored to be stalked by the King of the Neverlands?”

“Smart of you to fear me in those days, foolish for you to not now. As you know, I’m dangerous...” Sebastian’s smile continued as he looked down at Peter and then slid the tip of his tongue visibly across his sharp teeth.

“Do you like danger, Peter?”

He let that sit there, toyingly, before he asked about his daylight ring.

“Nah. I’m not scared of you, but to trust you would be idiotic.”

Sebastian glanced upward as the sky darkened before it’s time, eyes going wide for a moment in shocked disbelief and dare he say a little fear of what the Half Faery was doing. He’d never seen such power even with the witches. First the heart thing with his son and now this? What were these creatures?

“I promise you, I will give it back to you. Deal, dearest Sebby?”

Peter Pan had dropped the barrier and within a blink Sebastian didn’t hesitate, tearing his way blindly mad out of that cave, against any and all qualms of upkeeping a sane like guise.

Teeth bared, he tore past where that Pan sat, found the nearest Lost Boy traversing those woods, and tore his teeth into his neck, nearly ripping the poor neck of that child in half, as the sweet blood engulfed his tongue and throat. With a huge inhale, he pulled on that life-giving elixir, swallowing and downing it just as fast as he had taken this kid. Once done, he tossed the boy to the side like a limp cloth that didn’t weigh anything.

Standing up a bit straighter, he ran the back of his hand across his dripping lips, relishing in the feeling of that life and more strength coming back through every bit of him. That one child in the cavern having not been nearly enough.

But what he really wanted was more of that fucking Faery Blood and to be free. He looked up at the darkening sky, though. That made him worried. It was unnatural darkness, which meant it could also change back on him without notice and he was exposed.

With a frustrated, overly animalistic heave of breath from his feeding, he turned back to that little camp where he knew that Peter was at... 

With crisscrossed black veins under his eyes and blood still dripping from his mouth and lips, he returned to the boy who owned the island.

“How do I know you’re not going to turn the sun on me, Peter... ? You want me to galavant around on your island, playing tricks, and pirating when I can be fried in an instant! What say, do I have to warrant me not worrying about such things for your game, Peter?!” 

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Revenge Is Sweet Coldness

He had promised Sebastian he would never hurt his dearest Elizabeth, oh the deal he made…

Standing before the school, green eyes looking at it.. the locator spell from the ring he had taken led him to this place.. and it was so easy to be let in… well, with suspicion of course.

Peter, who acted like a scared teenager who’s powers began to emerge. Afraid and alone. Pulling off the scared boy that fled from an orphanage because of bullying.

Buying it was hard. But there was one chance.. and he played the role so vividly. He was the new kid, learning everything. Pretending, acting, playing along…

And there she was. Elizabeth, a witch, dear Lizzie who he had run into a few times, sometimes literally and quickly apologizing and running off. Play with them.

The King was looked into… Half-Faerie.. and the orphanage said there was no boy missing that matched Peter’s description..

He toyed with each of them, and somehow he felt that he was putting the pathetic Sebastian to shame by playing the goody toe shoes.

Only when he found her alone… only when he grazed her with Dreamshade.. only when she was in great pain and they were alone did his innocent look drop. “Dearest, Lizzie… or was it Elizabeth?” He mocked, but he mimicked Sebastian’s voice as if he was there… but it was all Peter.

Her body chilled but felt some hope that he made it out of the Prison World. “Oh.. he is alive, he sends his regards..” He felt pain in his body.. a pain he was ignoring as he broke his own deal. He swore and made a deal not to harm her or kill her… a deal he destroyed with agony that almost brought him to his knees.

“You see… he killed my son. And I think it is quite fair to take something precious and dear to him. As well as… well, you are the only reason he wishes to return here, so I think that if you’re wiped off this filthy planet, he will stay as the right little pet that he is.. and your interference with him will stop him turning good… so much fairness.”

And before she tried a spell, he thrust his arm forward and with a force of wind, she was smashed hard into a wall. And he walked over to her as she gasped out, his boot stepping on her neck. “Think lovely thoughts Elizabeth… I will take very good of Sebastian while you rot away… he told you he was dangerous, didn’t he?”

He held her down with his own body as she struggled until he slammed his hand down through her body and ripped out her heart. He will make sure there was no way to revive her. She looked in horror at him. “Die knowing he loved you so much and what ever you did was in vain~” He laughed. “He tried to be good for you like the loyal dog he was… or was that Cassandra.. hmm.” He saw the look of hurt on her face. “Goodbye.. Cassandra~” He slowly crushed her heart into dust and, with a breath, blew the dust away.

But he was far from done.. with his knife, he cut into her body and began to write bloody words on the wall.

To late, they found out who he was… to late did they drop the ancient book that shared the same faded name as the new one that was bloody red on the walls. To late did they realize that he was far darker than some children’s fairytale.. and exactly who he had met before… He had met Sebastian The Merciless..

And he was gone, disappearing and leaving her dead.. the proof of who he was was written on the walls. And he was gone from their life as if he he never existed while also leaving a hole that will not be filled..

Sebastian will be so sad if he found out but.. he will get through it.

The blood slid down the wall but still made the name of who Lizzie’s murderer was.

Peter Pan Never Fails

#reblog for major plot information #verse headcanon

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“Hmmm maybe I’m bored, or maybe I want them to remember that they aren’t the powerful apex predators they so blindly assume themselves to be. I hate vampyres, that’s true. But I do love their ways of bringing up fear in that world. We both miss the Old World, laddie. I’m just giving you what you desire…. well, what you partly desire.

Blood running red in the streets. I miss the days of carnage, of darkness… and I’m very bored, Sebastian as I know you are to. Make the world fear you over you fearing the world…. And before you assume, yes I do the same.. no one ever knows it’s me either. A little adult murdering here and there, only I am probably a bit more brutal than you..” He grinned, challenging the other.

“This is not about me. Would it please you? Or would you rather be tamed? I know you, dear Merciless, I saw your work.. surely you didn’t become suddenly the sweet and loving prince.” He stuck out his tongue and mock disgust.

He pulled away from the barrier. “It’s not that I hate the world. I just hate humanity… all humanity that seeks to crush imagination, magic, hopes, and dreams into dust that fades into the wind. Humanity that has become so blind to us. Vampires, werewolves, Fae, Nature herself.. they see us as myth, or deny that we are the true beings in control. So I hate humans more than I hate the world…” He breathed in. “There’s a saying here, that every time you breathe, and adult dies.”

And his breathing seemed to increase.

Now, this was entertaining. He listened to the boy rattle on about the human world and his so desperately measured hatred of adulthood, as he rested there with his arms on both sides of the cavern's walls, just looming in that darkness. 

“Be careful. I’m beginning to like you, Peter.” The small smartassed smile briefly crossing his face clearly would state that he was teasing, but he would play. “You remember my ... work?” he asked, something buried with in his walls twisting just a bit at the recognition. No one in this time period did, not even that pestering, Alaric Salstman. Whatever he had read, surely had not captured it.

They all had no idea.

But that was his past, was it not? He was a different and learned man~.

Because yes, you could change so much just from waking from five hundred years.

“All right. I will let you live so vicariously through my ravaging endeavors, Peter. Why not? I think we both could use a little fun. Of course, I might need my daylight ring,” he motioned with his head behind him. “You’re not scared of me, Peter, are you? Did we not make a deal?”

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If only the foolish young vampyre knew that the one danger to her now, was the one that he was happily making deals with. Oh, if he’d only knew. But Peter had no intention on letting Sebastian know.. or ever know. He will find her… he will play with her, he will destroy her… and, depending on how he felt, he will either let the creature know of his game that ended… or he won’t know until he looks for her and finds out what the dear demon did to her…

“Don’t get sassy with me, laddie. It was my blood, and drinking my son’s blood is just as bad.” He hated to admit, but Wil’s blood was not as powerful as Pan’s… and he was thankful probably that it became his son’s blood… for if Sebastian fed on him directly, he’d have felt that pulling need to take more from the Half Fae… to feel the blood like liquid fire that gave power, ancient blood that not even the first Vampyre had. Peter Pan is one of a kind.

“Such a shame to, you’d have torn it back into the old ways of darkness and fear.” He smirked cruelly. “I’m more mad than you’d ever be, laddie.” He licks his lips as he walked to the other, smartly leaving the ring on the rock he was sitting on. He was barely a few inches from the shadow of the cave.

“I didn’t say to live in it.” He added at the roar that un-phased him, besides rubbing his ear. “You need to feed so that’s the only way. And the funnest part is, you can kill a whole town and no one will be able to track you down because you’ll come back here. You’d be like a ghost~” Peter chuckled. “It isn’t your world no, but you need blood, and humans need a reminder that there are still demons among them. Play with them, recruit your crew, strike fear.”

He reached into the darkness, finger gently pushed under his chin and looked into his eyes. “Don’t act like something you aren’t. You’re angry… and afraid. Let it out, tell me why. Fear holds you down, anger gives you strength. You… you hate the world, you fear the world.” He slowly nods. “You must go there to feed. It isn’t your world, so why not kill it?”

One would notice he lacked a shadow if they looked hard enough while the sun rose. “You can feed on my boys, aye. But they don’t suffice as much as adults.”

“Tell me your fears, your pain… let it burn away.” The boy was smaller than the other, more frail looking. He looked nearly the same as that boy that had been looking up at the captain with curious green eyes, and was much smaller. He had grown some from a child but not yet a man.

Yet, the once Cabin Boy was gone, and what stood in his place was the Spirit of Youth. Or another predator that was very deranged and eyed Sebastian as if he were the weak little human and Pan was the vampyre that would bite into him any second now.

While it was true that the Faery Boy’s son’s blood was probably not as potent as Peter Pan’s original blood while in his son, a small smirk arose just a hint at the strange memory of something else inside that younger boy’s blood - a taste of something even more raw than even Peter’s. He did say he adopted him, didn’t he? Curious. Who was that boy’s biological parents?

The taste was pretty remarkable. An interesting combination of Peter Pan, his son, and something quite else in there that also was not human.

Oh, so how he would LOVE to try that, again.

But poor Peter had mentioned that world being his world and well, that was simply not the case, anymore, and rage has blared to the surface as he so wanted to strangle him. Or perhaps press the tips of his sharp nails all around his neck in until every little tiny pore popped and bled.

“You need to feed so that’s the only way. And the funnest part is, you can kill a whole town and no one will be able to track you down because you’ll come back here.”

“Why are you doing this? I thought you hated vampyres... and yet you want me to become their demon of nightmares, feed, and do whatever I want with them. Why?” he asked, genuinely curious.

What was exactly Peter’s game?

The Half Fae had reached through the barrier, lifting his chin to meet his gaze, but Sebastian’s eyes noted that little spot on the sunny rock where Peter Pan had left his ring... but he returned his gaze to him, not moving.

“Fear holds you down, anger gives you strength. You… you hate the world, you fear the world.” He slowly nods. “You must go there to feed. It isn’t your world, so why not kill it?”

“Would that please you?” he asked with a roll of his tone, just before he sucked in his lower lip just above where Peter was holding his chin, through his teeth, and slowly let it out.

“You can feed on my boys, aye. But they don’t suffice as much as adults.”

“True. I’ll go,” he smiled, and then stepped back from the boy, ignoring the other part about sharing, completely. He placed his hands on the rocky walls to both sides of him as he towered in the cave. “Do you so hate that world, Peter?”

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PSA:

I am very sorry to do this, and I hate doing this because I’m not good with awkward things between others, but after my initial overly abundant first week on Sebastian, I have severely had a dip in his muse with my focus being on some of the other characters I am playing elsewhere. With this said, I’m changing this blog to PRIVATE and HIGHLY SELECTIVE status, where he will basically be used only for supplemented involvement in the current verse I already have with my other characters and a very close friend of mine’s characters.

For others right now, I’m very sorry. I just don’t have the muse to make this blog his own big thing with everyone right now, and to push it, is giving me anxiety to come on. I’m sorry.

ASK BOX questions for Sebastian are always open.

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It was funny how Sebastian believed himself better off without his dear Elizabeth… it was funny because one would assume that the youthful demon would let it go with that. But no, he still had plans for her. If only because the vampire had shown any sort of affection to her. “Which is why we stay here, laddie~ No one to tell you what to do… well, besides me of course. Ahhh, but you do have a captain you follow. So you are not as unruly. We all need someone to follow at times, otherwise we’d be most lost… or more lost than we are.”

“It is good you admit you aren’t good. Usually vampyres are so high up on their pedestal they realize they’re bad people when they’re facing the true death. Which still is rare if they realize that” Peter rolled his eyes. The implications were there. Peter had killed vampyres back in the day as well.. No one fed on his blood and got to tell the world about it..

Which reminded him. “You also drank my blood. And that is a high penalty to pay” He was still not happy with that, that he was tricked. “Don’t assume you’re mad yet. You want to stay here because I just offered you something that you could not deny.. freedom, even if it is not entirely free. It tells me you’ll do anything to go back to the old ways, that isn’t mad.. that is longing.” The world changed… and Pan adapted to it best he could. He learned the new ways. Than again, he wasn’t trapped in a box for gods know how long.

The silent answer to his second question was all the boy needed. This may be a problem. “Hmmm, maybe I can send you back to your world for a bit to feed on anyone you desire. Can’t have a half-starved pirate around my people.” He still shown no worry about himself or what the creature could do to him. “So long as you don’t go back to her with your tail between your legs.. You may say you’re not good for her, but many do and they go back to their prey and only cause the same if not more damage.”

He floated about now, still in a laying down position, only in the air. “You’re forbidden to feed on me or Wil, is that clear?” He growled some, warning him. “Try and you’d wish I never woke you up.”

“Aye, ... but that is why I like to be Captain, silly boy,” he said with a dangerous hinted roll of his tone, as he stared directly into Peter Pan’s eyes. Sebastian, of course, knew nothing of such plans that the Half Fae had with his Elizabeth back at her school or home, for all that he knew at that moment, was that in a way, he was getting exactly what he wanted, so to speak, of course. He almost rolled his eyes at the thought but didn’t.

He had his arms back, he was alive... and Pan was offering him a ship, blood, and a crew of his choosing. Only deal was he could not harm him or his boy. Of course, he could work with that.

Sebastian smiled a small smile at the Faery Boy, still not releasing that almost deeply heavy gaze. Peter even wanted him to be at odds with him and his boys - a counter so team of sort to battle and rampage?

Of course, he did so miss his dear Elizabeth, but in truth be told, she was safest without him, ... not only from enemies that could be led to her ... although, he did not have many left in this century, ... but from him, himself. He did not lie when he said he was dangerous, yet so many people seemed to misjudge him for that.. as if confessing and speaking so made it not truly so .. it made people think he had a heart and a soul somewhere deep down. Perhaps that why he said it. Perhaps it is an honest true warning ... or both. Even Pan seemed to like it.

But regarding Elizabeth, he had sure confidence that this would not be a thing forever, there were always ways in later times and places to find Elizabeth. She wasn’t in dire danger. She had magic, her father, and that sister of hers.

“You also drank my blood. And that is a high penalty to pay”

At that Sebastian could not help but grin and laugh just a little. “Technically, that was not your blood. It was in your son at the time I drank it, so it was his blood. You gave it to him. It no longer was yours.”

“It tells me you’ll do anything to go back to the old ways, that isn’t mad.. that is longing.”

 “Perhaps. The new world does not suit me. You are correct.” It made him think of that little game the witches did on him, getting into his mind like a little parlor trick. It made him really mad. It made his chest tighten and his veins twist some kind of emotion he didn’t want to feel or recognize to the surface and he was glad he wasn’t looking directly at Peter Pan right then.

Not mad? “You do not know me... You see a vampyre... a pirate you want to play with.”

“Hmmm, maybe I can send you back to your world for a bit to feed on anyone you desire.”

“I TOLD you it is not my world!” Sebastian roared, instantly in a blink, at the invisible barrior of the cave. The pressure of the anger and fear spit up in his veins with a flush of adrenaline repressed rage ... but as soon as he did it, he stopped, pulling it back down inside, even though his inside his nerves were misfiring and jumping all sorts of things. “Yes, I will be highly more stable around your ... friends .. if I feed.  I will not drink from your son or you, ... Peter.”

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This was to easy in his head. He expected more of a fight out of the pirate… was this a game or did that worthless wench tame him like a good dog? Maybe another reason to visit her… he wondered how her screams would sound and her blood.

Slowly he waved his hands and in a flash of green light, the man’s arms were reattached to his body. “So simple. Are you tamed or are you playing?” He shrugged, not seeming to care for an answer.

“You saw how savage we are… much worse than werewolves, much more feral. We don’t hold back, and here you can be you. This land does not change or become tamed like your land.” He shrugs. “Consider this offer in the air for now. You may think on this, little pet. But here, I am your King, and you are at my mercy.”

So that’s where she is.. He could play the innocent, he did it before. “You can be a pirate, and we won’t ask anything else of you, Captain~ Well, except for me… I like toying with pirates… as you’d seen before and heard before the horrifying tales of how I drive them mad… how my pipe is played and they know death comes.” He danced about, enjoying the sun. “I’m keeping your ring for now. I don’t trust you to come out yet.. I said you can’t harm my son. I didn’t say you can’t harm me, and I’m sure you want to rip out my heart and drink from the very source…” He had no fear, there was a calm… no, there was a sudden up beat.. but it was not fear.. it was like he enjoyed the thought of Sebastian doing that to him…

Or was it a rush because the vampire would not do it, or could fantasize so much but fail.

For Peter Pan Never Fails, even when one thinks he’s lost… he will win. He will never stop.

He will have to tell Wil about this eventually… but for now, he was enjoying this teasing game.

With a relief Sebastian exhaled as his arms reattached and healed, feeling them come to life as he tested out their movement down to his fingers and hands. That was enough to bring a slight small smile back to the vampire’s face, even if he were still not in the best of conditions if he had to say. He desperately needed more blood, but he wasn’t going to voice that right then.. or the fact that this Peter Pan’s little son might not be so happy about what his father just did. Of course, he wasn’t going to complain.

He had his body, again.

That was their issue.

“So simple. Are you tamed or are you playing?”

Sebastian opened his mouth to speak but smiled instead. “Oh, but you see,... my Elizabeth is far better off without me. I’m not a good person, Peter Pan. I am quite dangerous. Here....” he exaggerated his word with a showing of his arms around the place as in Neverland, “I can be... well, me. Like you said, I can be a pirate and a vampyre.  The new world as they so call it is not my world, sadly, anymore.”

“You saw how savage we are… “

“Yes. You remind me of pirates. Mmmm the only difference you see, is that pirates do not serve or listen to a King. That defeats what a pirate is~. I’d be happy to play your game, though. Consider me ‘in’.”

“you’d seen before and heard before the horrifying tales of how I drive them mad… how my pipe is played and they know death comes.”

“Mmm, I have.” He smiled. “But can you really drive one mad who already is~ I want to stay here, don’t I? What does that tell you about me?” He chose not to answer that second part. Of course, he did. He was starving. A small boy after being completely drained of all blood was barely enough to allow him to function at normal capacity nevermind quench his thirst. Besides, he did warn Pan that he was dangerous, did he not?

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“Well, I would magic those back to you. But I don’t think that will work in my favor.” He debated on taking his legs from him as a precaution, but he let it be for now as he sat there, messing with the ring. “Also you took my blood without permission, so having no arms is the most minor punishment you need.”

“And good to know you aren’t stupid enough to try and get your ring back, sunlight or not.” He yawns. “You’re a pirate of business, laddie, I like that.”

What did he want? “Why, you as a good little pet of course. And yes, you can try and kill me, my son, and my Lost Ones all you want. But I am the only one that is your freedom or one that can grant you your wish for death. You see, we’ve lacked pirates since dear Hook left us… I’m sure you know Captain Hook. So I have a proposition for you, my little vampet.. you can be a pirate here, be a captain.” It could have been that Pan could have told him he’d open a portal and send the idiot in love back home…

“Oh, and you can’t kill, maim, or do anything that hurts my son.. or I will make sure your death is much more painful than this desiccation” He added, glaring. He licked his fingers of the drying blood, tasting the metallic flavor on his tongue like some deranged creature that he was. “Was he enough, laddie?” Was Peter seriously talking down to Sebastian…. was he playing with an inferno? Yes, and he was enjoying every second. He closed his eyes. To Sebastian, Peter was just lazing about..

But to Peter, he was focusing on a spell. Where is she? Where are you? He was focusing on where his dear Lizzie was… and slowly he was forming a picture in his head, all the while smiling at Sebastian like the arrogant king he was. Oh, he was going to find her.. and play such wonderful games.

Oh the cleverness of him!

Sebastian just stared at the boy as he spoke and then squeezed out a slightly unreadable smile. Pan was right. He was definitely not stupid. There was no way he was going to take that bait and run out into flames, besides, how would he even grab it?

No. This would take a game that would require far more resources than that. He was not a young vampire. He knew how to wait and bide his time until the right moment. Perhaps that was where the smile came from. He knew, perhaps even more so than Peter did.

“You want me to be your pet?” Sebastian's voice rolled just a bit off his lips. That unreadable smile remained. “I’m honored, Peter Pan. You want me as your pirate... I might need arms for that. What say we have a deal if you give me my arms back. ‘Tis hard to Captain a Vessel with but no arms to steer my ship.”

“I won’t touch your son.” He watched as the Boy King played with the blood leftover on his fingers, yet, even though Sebastian was still very hungry, he made absolutely no signs to show it. 

“Was he enough, laddie?”

“Oh, he was plenty sufficient. You are very kind. I will gladly be your pet so long as I have my arms. I cannot Captain a crew with my boot.”

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