The expressionless face furrowed at the sides, his best way of expressing confusion, his head tilting to the side at her strange convulsions and then tilting down to see the gift he'd traveled so far and searched for so long to give to her, the only one who didn't seem to fear him. He watched it fall into the water, dry blood reddening the puddle, the pouring rain mixing with her screams. He visibly cringed  as she shoved him, trampling the gift he'd done so much to bring to her. He shook, Sarah's screams seeming to have the same effect on him as his screeching did on her, long limbs reaching up and taking hold of the sides of his head, his long body shaking, the screeching in her head turning to angered roars as long black tendrils shot out from the black abyss of his dark suit, wrapping painfully about her wrists and ankles, lifting her from the ground, a fifth tendril pressing into her stomach and pinning her to the wall of a nearby tree, his face inches from her's, his icy touch felt against her face as his long, pale hand covered her mouth to cease her screaming. There was a growling pant leaving him. She'd spooked him with her cries. She was supposed to be different, she was supposed to be different from the others. Why did she scream? Why?!