<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Paul Ravitz</strong></span><br/>Unknown<br/><br/>Paul shook as he watched the man move around, though it seemed like the blood continue to pool around her neck and shoulder. Frantically, he pushed his palm against her shoulder, thinking it would at least keep the blood from pouring out too much. However, he had forgotten the burning sensation still covering his skin. Her skin began to bubble under his skin and he jumped, stumbling back against the wall. "I hurt her again..." Yet, something seemed off. Or... Perfect? Moving closer, he looked down at her; her shoulder had closed up from the heat of his palm, no longer allowing blood to exit it. It was soft and smooth, hopefully something that wouldn't cause a scar.<br/><br/>"Please," his eyes looked up at Cameron, begging wildly. "Please. She'll live, right? She has to live. She can't die, not like this, not because of me." Body still trembling, he fell back onto his rear, sitting and staring blankly around the room. The other girl in the room was probably confused, if not altogether terrified. Or maybe she wasn't? She didn't smell human, so she had to be one of them. What were they, anyway? No one had ever told him. He had just become on of them and sat in that dungeon, starving. What would happen to him now?