Her slender lover did not seem so interested in her spells cast upon Alex.In the time they had spent together, Victor's energy had grown exponentially. She had a certain infinity tot he darkness in her heart which he fed upon when she entered his hell, trips which had grown much more frequent. Only in his world was he human. He felt as if he were readying for a coming storm. Alex and his agents had been so infrequent, non existent in fact in past months. Nearly a year had passed since their volunteered exile to old Rosswood.  Until he truly understood what this feeling of looming meant, he found himself bent to ensure his love's happiness.<br/><br/>Victor hissed quietly, his jaw parting as he showed his quiet affection in a way Sarah was rather familiar with by now, his long black tongue escaping the maw of needled fangs, tracing her jawline affectionately. His wispy limbs resting about her shoulders as he held her. However strange it was to fathom, she had become only more precious to him. He had yet to step foot into his estranged lairs since the first time she had so willing stepped into his hell to sooth him. They had begun to share energies. In her eyes he had become the norm and yet if one were to observe her, she had begun losing the humanity in her form, her nails had begun to naturally grow to a point, her bone structure upturned in elegant natural wisps. The female was well aware of their sharing of energies but was unaware that the energy he gave in return for her's was not in replacement. It had been a catalyst for the replenishing rate of her own energies and a mold for its shaping. The natural darkness in her heart had so easily put use to the hellish energies her lover possessed.<br/><br/><br/>She would not become him. Such was impossible for those not victims as he was. So few existed within his hell. There only existed a trinity, one of which included himself. Another had lost all human form and the last had yet to truly pass on, he had simply given up his mortal coils. Such creatures were aware of each other on a cosmic level. He had crossed paths with them now and again but not in recent months as all of his attention had been upon her. Every crossing was a meeting of astronomical energies, the environments hosting their encounters would be cast in storms preceding their facing and long after, as if two existing in the same space was gashing at the natural energies of the planet.<br/><br/>He had not thought of his hell-brothers for quite some time and he wondered what had sparked the sudden thoughts of them. Even without eyes Sarah could tell he was lost in thought behind the expressionless surface of his face. His head turned to the window panes as rain droplets began to fall against them, the skies quickly darkening, thunder rumbling in the distance. The rumbles and flashes grew closer as winds whistled around their home. His hands seemed to close some about her arms and draw her closer in a protective manner. His head had turned tot he doorway before any could even enter and, as if on cue, he eyed one of his asked servants who peaked in before stepping into the room, staring in silence to his master. Sarah had begun to understand bits and pieces of their silent language. Victor had "a guest".<br/><br/>" Hey-ya SLEEEEENDDDYYYYYY!!!!!" echoed from the downstairs foyer. An eerily cheery high-pitched male's voice followed by a manic giggle. Sarah could feel the rush of combating energies strike her empathing senses the moment his "guest" stepped foot over the threshold. The energy was like her Victors in one key way. The plane it existed upon. It was a hellish energy. An energy unnatural to the earth and the realm of mortals. Storms swirled outside as steps creaked up the stairs, the temperature in the room falling below freezing in moments as the pair grew closer together. Neither were meant to exist and yet they were occupying close space. Victors breaths escaped in black clouds, soft white clouds leaving Sarah's lips with each breath.<br/><br/>As a booted step fell upon the wood landing near the door a hand reached in, wrapping gingerly over the mantle, black nails at a point digging into the wood grain. Long black and white sleeves falling over spindly arms. The flesh was near grey, seeming decrepit yet forcibly animated and youthful. A tall, lean, nimble figure entered, the head and face at first obscurred by rather obsessively groomed black strands, so obsessively treated and waited upon it had thinned the strands, giving the head of hair an eternally moistened appearance. Black encircled eyes flicked withing a pale fleshed skull toward Sarah, a grin spreading wide. Something was so very off about the man's grin. Every tooth was at a shark's point, patched in black...this was disturbing but not what was off putting. He seemed to be holding his grin for far too long as was necessary. This was a thought before Sarah could take notice that the man was nearly without lips, the flesh of his cheeks carved open like a pumpkin's. An eternally upturned and emotive grin. Every tooth in his jaw was forever on display in their intimidating points.<br/><br/>He giggled, tilting his head this way and that, unblinking eyes staring at her from beneath swaying black strands. The flesh surrounding his unblinking stare had been burnt away, leaving his eyes forever wide open to the world. He only giggled again, raising a black nail to his teeth in a camp display of interest.<br/><br/>"my my my....a bit of a Stockholm situation, hmmm?" he asked before chuckling as he approached. Lookig down at her with that eternally manic grin. "Hello my dear...I'm going to guess slendy here has not mentioned me or our brother, hmm?" He did not wait for an answer before looking up at Victor , giggling. "Not suprising, anyway...Long time no see...something told me I ought to find you...something must be coming...I wouldn't doubt Rake showing up soon..." He eyes him. "What have you gotten yourself into Slendy that we need to be here?"<br/><br/>To his question Victor stood silent, his tendrils resting protectively around the edges of his mate. He seemed to trust the creature of a man as a comrade but not around her specifically.<br/><br/>He sighed before looking to her, tilting his head, offing a clawed pale hand. he glanced at it, seeing blood still on it, chuckling and wiping it on his ragged pants before holding it out again. "Jeff" he said with a giggle. "At least that's what I used to be called. You've been calling HIM by his old name so why not me too, hmm?"