~Sebastian's POV~

As the sun made its way below the horizon the young master stationed himself in an alleyway outside of the pub Willow and I were going to be infiltrating. It had taken quite some time to find her hiding in the city estate to get her into more suitable attire. Though being as silent as death itself probably helped a lot in her ability to hide from me. I'd been completely unable to even sense her presence which was a more than a little alarming.

The pair of us were currently fashioned in commoners clothing, myself in a simple pair of black trousers with a plain white button up shirt and a simple black vest. Willow wore a high-waisted ankle length black skirt with a simple white ruffle top shirt tucked into the form fitted waist of her skirt. She didn't look particular fond of her attire and made it nearly impossible for me to fix her hair in a way to keep her silver eye covered. After the incredibly dramatic hair battle I had finally managed to make her presentable, though with her resistance it took nearly two hours.

We walked down the street arm in arm, though her face was contorted with a mixture of pain, disgust and loathing. She looked as if she'd much rather saw off her own arm and escape than be so close to me.

"We'll stand out too much if you keep acting that way." I teased her softly.

She grimaced at this and managed to hide her look of resentment and keep a straight face.

"You'd look much prettier if you smiled." I said softly as we made our way through the thinning crowd toward the pub.

A modest blush clung to her pallid cheeks.

"Let me know if you sense anything out of the ordinary." I whispered as we ducked inside after a trio of already inebriated men.

The moment we stepped through the door we were hit with loud raucous laughter and the sounds of drunken quarrels. Willow tensed beside me as her eyes widened in horror at the intoxicated display before her.

A giant glutton of a man sitting at the bar smashed a bottle in anger and shouted something completely incoherent at the frightened bartender behind the alcohol soaked bar.

Willow tightened her grip on my arm and made a measly attempt to hide behind me.

I chuckled to myself and led her as far from the chaos as I could manage to a table in the back corner so she had a full view of the entire bar and all its rowdy patrons. Though I'd made an attempt to make her appear as plain as possible, she still stuck out like a sore thumb. There was an almost surreal aura about her. She'd drawn the gaze of every man in the bar in a matter of seconds with her otherworldly allure.

A drunken man with a mane of brilliant ginger hair stumbled over to our table causing Willow to jump. "Wot's a pretty lil thing like you doin' wit a stiff like this?" He slurred half coherently as he jabbed a thumb in my direction.

The poor girl looked on the verge of a panic attack.

The intoxicated man made a move to drape his arms around her and I held back a laugh as she scrambled under the table and scurried out from under the opposite side next to my chair and hid behind me in fear.

"Excuse me, sir, you're frightening the young lady, could you please remove yourself from our table?" I asked calmly.

"Wot did you say to me?" The man glowered.

Willow suddenly tugged at my shirt sleeve frantically as her gaze locked on the entrance. I looked away from our inebriated guest and followed her gaze to a young man in his early twenties with pale icy blonde hair fashioned in a longer style and pulled back into a simple ponytail. His eyes were the color of cold hard steel with subtle flecks of bronze; he scanned the bar quickly as if seeking out his next victim.

The inebriated man, not liking the fact that he was being ignored, suddenly lashed out at me with a concealed blade as my gaze was trained on the suspect. Before I had a second to react and deflect the blow, Willow's hand shot out and caught the man's wrist in a vice like grip. Her revealed golden eye looked unfocused and I stared in awe as a bloody crimson color seeped into her iris right around the pupil. And as quickly as it appeared it vanished and she was staring at her hand gripping the man's wrist in awe.

"Wot in bloody hell-?" I cut the man off with a swift hit to a pressure point at the base of his neck causing him to collapse to the ground.

Willow paled as she stared down at the unconscious man thinking I'd killed him and jumped as he began to snore loudly.

"Seriously mate, ye gotta quit doing this." A young man with short brown hair and murky green eyes sighed as he knelt beside the sleeping drunk. "Sorry if he was bothering ye, he didn't mean any harm by it."

Willow raised an eyebrow at this and pointed to the knife the unconscious drunk had previously abandoned.

I chuckled and got to my feet, "We should be going now, my dear." I draped an arm across her delicate shoulders and whisked her out of the pub before our target could take notice of us.

We knew where he was and what he looked like, now all we had to do was wait till he left and catch him in the act.

Video- "Run For Your Life" By Bertie Blackman