<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Paul Ravitz</strong></span><br/>Unknown<br/><br/>His eyes had been flickering all over, uncontrollable. Unable to stay seated, he began to pace, trying to calm his body, stop the shaking. Realizing that his clothes had been shredded just a few moments ago, he found Cameron's clothes and took a pair of his pants, not caring for asking the man or if they even fit right. After all, he could spare a pair of pants since Paul could, apparently, spare his entire life. Something caught his ears and he turned, seeing Melly after the girl's blood.<br/><br/>"Animal!" He roared out, grabbing the woman by the wrist and pulling her off her feet, into the air. "Paws off, witch." With the simple flick of his wrist, she went flying into the wall, head and hands shattering the window as they slammed through it. The eyes that had grown completely black once more melted away as he found himself beside the girl he had hurt. A hand cupped her cheek, thumb rubbing softly against it. He wanted her to wake up, to be ok, to not hate him, even. Glancing at Cameron, he knew that would be impossible, especially if he had changed her into one of them, the monsters that ate people; at least that's how he saw it. Swallowing hard, he simply sat and stared, readying a deadly glare towards anyone who would come near his precious little doll. That's what she was to him - a doll. Her skin looked like porcelain, cheeks so perfectly pink, and soft, brown hair that just fell over her shoulders in the most perfect manor. Everything about her seemed so perfect and, having never seen such a thing outside of dolls, it's all he could compare her to from his childish memory. "Wake up... Please."