Returning through the back door of his home, Sebastian morphed back into his blue-eyed, black-haired self. He wiped a trickle of blood from his elongated canines, and turned on the radio. Sebastian then sat down, and started to take out all his piercings. From the three on each ear, the one on his lip, to the two on his eyebrow. Since the thirst had won, Sebastian seemed much more civilized, but he knew that even the faintest smell of blood would throw him back into a crazed frenzy. This is why he has at least ten maids under his command. He wants to be as normal as possible.
As he lays down on his chaise lounge, he ponders the word lonely. This word has haunted him ever since his parents left him to fend for his self at the young age of eleven. His vampire mother and werewolf of father had never really loved him. They just wanted something, or someone to carry on their legacy and lineage. The three things Sebastian wanted most were: Somebody to love, To make himself a better, and more feared beast than his parents were put together, and to calm the thirst when the need arrived. If Sebastian had just those three things, he didn’t care where he was, what he look liked, or if people liked him or not.