Jeff eyed her as she lounged so gregariously upon the cushions, a moment of realization of how long it had been since he experienced a living woman before his mind followed her words. The executioner...ah yes...this Alex person. He had vague memory of conversation of this man years ago during their last encounter.<br/><br/>"The ginger with a blood-grudge hmm? He is simply a human..I do not see how he may possibly pose a threat to either of us, especially on a scale where Myself and our brother need be involved for the sake of our kind..."he spoke with a laugh, looking back at the window, not really looking out, which was hard to do with the window so purposely filthy.<br/><br/>He stared into his reflection on the glass, his unblinkable eyes, his carved open grin, the bleached flesh of his face. He rested his hand against the flesh of his face for a moment with a quiet and rather depressed giggle before running the clawed fingers back through the brittle strands of his dark hair. The course through his hair stopped mid way and he had take grip of his hair for a moment, his other hand clenching as eh stared in silence, words echoing in his mind.<br/><br/>"Liu didn't do anything, mama! It was all me! they can't take him away!...." Laughs of another boy under crashes of breaking wood. "Hey there pretty boy! Trying to get me in trouble huh!? " Screams of mother's and other children and grunts of a struggle, blows lading an cries of pain, the sounds of bodies hitting glass and sliding across tile floors. There was a grunt and the distinctive sound of glass bottle against flesh, metal against skull. The laugh of another. "What's so funny..." "What's funny...you're covered in bleach and vodka.." The click of a lighter. Jeff's hand had wandered to his face, holding it quietly and shaking. His own childhood screams echoing.<br/><br/>The noise of a hospital and sounds of visiting family. "We'll remove the bandages now" Follow the sounds of snips were screams of a woman, Jeff staring quietly into the mirror as he had for the first time that day in the hospital, his hand tracing the leathery flesh of his bleached white skin. His younger brother's voice "It's not so bad, Jeff.." And then came a familiar giggle only in a child's voice. ""Not bad..hehehe...its perfect!...This is perfect for me!" Jeff himself, staring into his reflection in the window began to giggle as well as the true beginning of this life replayed in his mind.<br/><br/>The screams of his mother a Jeff stared into the mirror, carving a smile into his own face. "Jeff! What are you doing!?" "I could't keep smiling, mommy, my face hurt after a while and i could't show how happy I am...now I can smile forever! "your eyes!" She screamed, Jeff's clawed hand wandering up to his burnt away eye lids. "My eyes kept getting tired..kept trying to close..I couldn't keep looking at my beautiful face...now I can see see it forever! .aren't I beautiful mommy?"<br/><br/>"Yes dear....l-let me go get your father so he ca see how beautiful you are...." echoed his mothers voice before the sound of feet bolting down the hall, the sliding metal sound of a knife taken from the counter. "Honey, get the gun we---.." "....You lied to me mommy...." his words followed by the screams of a man and woman, the sounds of tearing flesh and blade against skin. In the final moments of his memories his little brother could be heard. "J-Jeff..." muttered a groggy voice "Shhh Shh Shh.....just go to sleep.."<br/><br/>Jeff's hand slowly fell from his face as he stared quietly, chuckling weakly before his eyes slowly wandered to Sarah and Victor who had been watching him relive his beginnings. He had stood in shaking silence for more than an hour as the storm raged outside. Just like victor, Jeff lived in his own personal hell which had been created before his immortality had established itself. Insanity had taken route and made him a monster. Inside this hell brother was not a tortured man as existed within Victor but a frightened, desecrated child.