you said that i could come by anytime.
for hours now he has sat in front of his fireplace, awake and dreaming. nightmares keep him from rest, so instead he dream’s of what sleep might feel like. he tries to recall a time he could close his eyes and not freeze. the chill stayed with him, but worst of all henry drax stayed with him. his eyes, that of a killer, stared at him whenever he closed his own. earlier in the day he had experienced vampires for the first time; thanks to vanessa and sir malcolm. he tried to pass blame completely but it was his own curiosity that brought him to that point. still, they did not instill fear inside of him like henry drax did. patrick found something comforting in their animalistic nature as creatures of appetite. but when someone who is meant to be the same as him: human? can commit such atrocities for the sake of just doing? it is unfathomable. it is inhuman.
he was close with sir malcolm and was building rapport with vanessa. he felt she understood him in a way addicts understand each other. they have a desire, a secret urge to betray their own nature. he desperately wants to take a larger dose of laudanum and finally find rest in his unconscious state because he cannot get to sleep by himself and is afraid to sleep lest one of the monsters get him; vampire or henry drax. while lost in thought is when he gets startled by a rap at the door, a sharp gasp breathed in quickly, steadying his heart with a hand pressed firmly to his chest and when the anxiety subsides he quickly goes to answer it, cautiously. when he sees its vanessa he feels his heart skip, it was only natural wasn’t it? she was a gorgeous woman — he tried to not let his emotions get the better of him; and, too, his own animalistic instincts. ❛ miss ives? ❜ he says to her when the door opens, he stands and stares for a moment. ❛ it is pouring. please… come in. ❜ he takes her in. looking her up and down. ❛ you are soaked, vanessa. what on earth happened? ❜
he leads her back to his fireplace and wraps a blanket over her. brows now knit together with worry. he let his mind go too far; his sickness was overthinking. it overtook him and his mind ran wild with terror. ❛ was it that … american? ❜ he did not bother to hide the disdain in his tone; mr. chandler was less a gentleman than many men patrick had met before; he was, luckily for patrick, a touch above henry drax himself, that being only because he played at being a gentleman; albeit poorly. ❛ you can speak to me, vanessa. ❜ he sits in his chair and picks up his pipe from the side table, slips it between his lips and lights it.
