Post by Sebastian Parlay on Jan 23, 2010 16:13:52 GMT -6
Three hours late..God his mother would kill him if she ever found out he was this tardy. Well, sort of. Technically he hadn't any appointment to be late for but, he'd been told to be at the Parliament three hours ago. That's when he'd gotten lost in the middle of London and met the most strangest girl of his life. Time had just slipped past after that. Now here he was, sitting very disgruntled in the Vampire common room of Parliament while listening to Fire Flies by Owl city on his i-pod. It was 6:37pm at night and upon being found wandering around the restricted areas of Parliament (go figure he'd get lost there), he was told to stay the night until it was safe for him to go home. His uncle was off hunting with a group of old friends so there would be no one to let him in or come pick him up and the older vampire woman just wouldn't let "such a cute young boy" walk the streets of London this late. After all, his uncle's apartment was in the upper district of London, of which, he had no idea where that was.
He sighed roughly as the quite irritated lad switched positions in the red overstuffed chair; crossing his legs and looking at a group picture of men. He had know idea which of them was his father..of coarse his mother knew but she had told him it was up to him to figure that out. Sebastian tried looking at each of their facial expressions, matching it to his but it was no use. The smiling men were no help. It was important that he learn who his father was..Not only for the sake of knowing but to help guide him during his next phase of life. There was only so much a mother could do for her son..he needed a father's guidance now that his puberty had well begun.
Being filled up with a wave of rage, he threw his mother's notes and the pictures to the ground and threw a small fire ball into the air; watching it fade mid air as he glared at it. "Goddammit.." he muttered, wishing he could get control of this anger. Vampires weren't temperamental by nature..Therians were. It was another reason he needed a father's guidance..he had been born with two very different traits. He was a fire elemental vampire, yet, he possessed therian traits from his father. It was these new traits that were beginning to blossom that his mother just could not teach him how to control.
Looking around the deserted room, he sighed heavily and began to pick up the scattered papers. Each of them possessing his mother's century old elegant scroll. It was quite unique in itself as he studied one of the papers. They were love notes back and forth between his mother and his father. Conveniently, his fathers name was never mentioned once whereas his mother always signed her letters.
Sebastian felt another wave of rage coming on from the convenience of the situation. So he just switched the song he was listening to a band called 3OH!3. The song; starrstruck.
He sighed roughly as the quite irritated lad switched positions in the red overstuffed chair; crossing his legs and looking at a group picture of men. He had know idea which of them was his father..of coarse his mother knew but she had told him it was up to him to figure that out. Sebastian tried looking at each of their facial expressions, matching it to his but it was no use. The smiling men were no help. It was important that he learn who his father was..Not only for the sake of knowing but to help guide him during his next phase of life. There was only so much a mother could do for her son..he needed a father's guidance now that his puberty had well begun.
Being filled up with a wave of rage, he threw his mother's notes and the pictures to the ground and threw a small fire ball into the air; watching it fade mid air as he glared at it. "Goddammit.." he muttered, wishing he could get control of this anger. Vampires weren't temperamental by nature..Therians were. It was another reason he needed a father's guidance..he had been born with two very different traits. He was a fire elemental vampire, yet, he possessed therian traits from his father. It was these new traits that were beginning to blossom that his mother just could not teach him how to control.
Looking around the deserted room, he sighed heavily and began to pick up the scattered papers. Each of them possessing his mother's century old elegant scroll. It was quite unique in itself as he studied one of the papers. They were love notes back and forth between his mother and his father. Conveniently, his fathers name was never mentioned once whereas his mother always signed her letters.
Sebastian felt another wave of rage coming on from the convenience of the situation. So he just switched the song he was listening to a band called 3OH!3. The song; starrstruck.
