Patrick was sitting on a chair, his face looking slightly greyer than usual. The lack of sleep made it hard for the boy to function properly, though when Lolli asks, he tells her he’s fine. Thankfully Angel isn’t with him, so the boy can at least get an hour or so of sleep. His new power, the electricity manipulation, was crackling quietly, invisible, over his skin. His lids were drooping, his head flopping down slightly. Pale hands rested on his large stomach, and he felt the kid kick.
Soon kid, soon.
He still refused to acknowledge that there may be more than one child, putting it down to the fact that it had been in there for ages. I mean, beyond ages! It’s been, almost like two years. Well, that’s what it seems like, but it can’t be that long. No, it can’t be.

Patrick’s mind was still closely linked to Lollipop’s, the boy refusing to separate them, the silence that had come form the lack of Lollipop had been unbearable, and he couldn’t take it if she went again. Through this close link, Patrick smelt Alexi coming. The Sabre Tooth stood, her golden eyes narrowing. She wrapped her much larger body around Patrick and the chair, a small growl coming from her large canined mouth. The large teeth that give her the name “sabre tooth” are about as long as Patricks forearm and hand, sharper than a dagger, and stronger too. She didn’t have to do much to show them off, but her curling lip showed Alexi her anger and disgust at his presence. The boy lay a pale hand on her shoulder, and he turned to the red skinned demon. His pale face seemed slightly drawn; his grey eyes seemed so much older than they should do. It was like looking into great grandfathers eyes, and being unable to see him past the boy’s face. Patrick isn’t that old, he still looks 16, don’t you Paddy? But, Patrick is going to be 16 forever, so he will never look old, never age like the other immortals. He’ll stay pristine and perfect for the rest of his existence. When he spoke, his voice was still Patrick, still soft and gentle.
What do you want Alexi? The kid isn’t out yet, you want it to move along faster, go bitch at Poppy.
His voice was oddly tolerant, like he was talking to a pestering child, or puppy, not a demon that had raped him.

To be blunt, he couldn’t be bothered. He was so, so tired, and if he could Patrick would probably lie down, and never wake up. But unfortunately, the Insomnia is making it near impossible for him to sleep. So, he’d rather Alexi would just go away, and let him sleep. But, he knew Alexi wouldn’t do that, and so Patrick mentally shook himself, and woke up. He looked up at Alexi, storm grey eyes meeting black ones.
Lolli, go somewhere else. I don’t want you hurting anyone or causing a scene.
She growled at him, but obeyed. He let his pale hand run along her side as the Sabre Tooth stalked past, her silky smooth, golden and faintly striped fur flowed under his washed out fingers, and he couldn’t help but smile faintly at the beautiful texture under his slightly numb fingers. It was cold. He’s been cold for ages now. He can’t remember when he was last warm. Patrick sighed, standing up from the chair, grey eyes flicking to Lolli, shaking his ehad slightly as she stood to help him, and turned to Alexi, squaring his shoulders and looking up at the older man.
What is it? Haven’t you done enough?
Patrick’s voice was still oddly soft and gentle, but the dead monotone was hard to miss.
Or is this little game just too fun to stop?
A small sickening feeling caused him to blink and swallow it down. The idea of Alexi wanting to stop this…this cruel and heartless game, was causing some worry to the boy. He didn’t know why. Didn’t really want to think why. It was the feeling he’d got when he went looking for Zoey, and had found an empty cabin, and a neatly made bed. She’d left, disappeared. Poof, gone. He didn’t want that to happen, hated it when it did happen. Like it or not, Alexi meant something to Patrick, though he refuses to look at the feelings, shoving them instead into a small box.