Tori watched him, something crossed his face, in his eyes. She could see it but in a second it was gone. Who knew what went on in that crazy head of his. If he wanted to play games then we would damn well play them. No one else seemed to stand up to him. With as many balls as there were swinging around here, Pan was always on top. Her fingers curled in the shirt, tugging it as if a phantom breeze could lift it. Her brown eyes narrowed for a moment crossed as she looked to his finger that was pressing against her forehead.<br/><br/>“I am seeing no such things.” She said reaching to swat his hand away just as he flicked her nose. Her nose scrunched as he left and she reached up rubbing it. “Yeah...we’ll see…” She murmured, once against left alone. She was getting tired of that. Her arms folded over her chest and she walked to the bed, spinning on a foot and plopping down into the bedside. Things were very different now that that she was actually here. Maybe he didn't know what to do with her. She use to come and go like a dream in the night.<br/><br/>Her eyes stared at the wall. What was she doing? She shook her head and fell back, her head resting on the damp spot in the bed where she had been laying in wet clothes. She watched the ceiling for some time, a little feather hanging with shells dangling from the ceiling. Pan did not seem like the crafting sort. There was a peace in his home and she felt an ease sweeping over ready to sleep until the door opened and the rain came in. Eyes opening she sat up. Why was he looking at her like that. Her hand shifted the tunic pulling it from around neck as she took plate. “Thanks.” She mumbled.<br/><br/>She nodded as he said he was stepping out. She hadn't realized how hungry she was. Better to eat alone stuffing her face than having him watching and judging her like some animal.<br/><br/>He had a girl. She was gone when he lingered to check again. He guessed, that thing that had swallowed Peter retrieved her. He saw in the shadows if the trees how it worked. Why did the other boys never question further when someone went missing? How could they live with a sense of peace when that thing loomed over them?<br/><br/>Did he not realize the day would come and what he thought he had control over...would be lost? Dark things had no master. Peter would be lost in the end. As well as those that followed him. There was no happy ending for any of them, but Demetri would save him. He couldn't live with the thought of the fate that would come upon Peter.<br/><br/>The rain made it easier to hide his tracks. He was an expert. One could say he was even better than any of the Lost Boys. Peter included. He had seen him...them many times, hidden in the brush, the shadows, a tree never seen. But that woman...girls talked. No doubt she would make a comment of his presence. Peter would be looking, had he forgotten him since then?<br/><br/>When it started? Demetri didn't know. He could feel it like a darkness that stretched and reached for life. It was coming. Dark eyes looked out from behind a hood, the patchwork hide if skunks, crow feathers clung in between hiding the white stripe of fur, it repelled the rain well. Pale lips were pressed in a line and then parted. He was being looked for. It was a dangerous feeling, but maybe he was feeling it himself. He wanted to finally be seen. What would Peter’s face tell when his eyes finally saw him.<br/><br/>Black hair shadowed over his forehead, swept in his eyes until a wet hand brushed it aside. He was a tall bit, build with a slender frame, before this mess he was lanky but the forest he learned how to turn what was weak into strength. “Peter.” His voice whispered but this was not a good time. He knew a rage would see true and no good would come of that.<br/><br/>So instead he hung a trunket. Black crow feathers hung, a circular piece of driftwood was attached in twine. Inside blue seaglass sat to reflect the light. Demetri was always doing things with his hands specially before here. That never changed. He moved from where he stood, blending into the dark before he was seen. He knew Peter would find it. He usually only left them once a year, the day their lives had changed. The day they had ended up here.