#sethstarter

Centuries Wolfgang had gone from one place to the next, looking for the man that had saved his life. Well, in a manner of speaking. Seth had also snapped his neck but that was only after the vampire had given him his blood. There were nights when the Mars vampire would gaze up at the moon and wonder if somewhere out there his sire was doing the same thing. They were connected and they always would be, there were moments where it felt... Far away, distant, and then times when Wolfgang had gotten so close that he could have sworn he felt Seth breathing down his neck. 

Rome was hot, like hot hot and these Italians didn’t seem to believe in air conditioning. Summer had just gotten here and it felt like Wolfgang was going to fry out here. Daylight wasn’t a favourite of his, but he liked to put on a show. It was so bright, and there were always so many people around that it was kind of a sensory overload. Despite the scorching humidity that lingered in the air, there was one scent that cut through all the others. Ichorous and thick, Wolfgang felt his throat go dry as his hearing attuned itself to the sound coming from a distant alley. He seemed to make it there just in time as he saw the familiar mop of raven curls drop a body onto the ground, feral intensity painted on the vampire’s face as dark eyes met Wolfgang’s. He took his shades off to get a better look. “Seth?”

Whatever had happened the last time they hung out was kind of a foggy memory, Sybella had been there, demon blood was involved - maybe a fey too. Seth had been Seth which meant the party was interrupted by a bloodbath, but whether that had been before the streaking or after Giovanni couldn’t be sure. A college campus had been involved and there was a very dead fraternity somewhere in the American midwest that they had to thank. “I told you, didn’t I?” Giovanni said as he leaned forward, “Rome never sleeps for long.” He came back every year, Caio was actually around so the Venus vampire had opted to linger in the city, it helped that things were more alive than previous years. Not that Gio had any particular interest in getting involved in the conflict.