Pitch laughed softly at the child and leaned into Jack’s touch. His eyes immediately moved towards Cal as she began to move and helped push the blankets off of her before freezing at the name that escaped her. His eyes narrowed and he turned to Jack with a look ready to kill. He knew that they had known each other out side of this place but he didn’t think anything of it. Till now. “No angel, it’s your Master.” His voice was dark and he was still staring at Jack. “Lower the temperature of the room, Pet.” He had to stop himself from shaking in rage before he snapped at his toys. Finally he looked down at the girl and placed a hand on her forehead to see how bad she was and glared at Jack once more. “Make a block of ice for me and wrap in the sheet.” His voice was cross and his words were short.
Jack flinched and hunched in on himself at the look of pure loathing that his Master fixed him with, the expression causing his head to lower in shame as he trembled with fear. “Y-Yes, Sir…” He mumbled then, and almost instantly, the temperature in the room gradually decreased, tears gathering in his eyes as he created a large block of ice, wrapped it in the bed-sheet, and handed it over with shaking fingers, before back-pedaling to rest against the headboard, curling up and watching them warily.
“Jack…” She whispered once again before Pitch spoke. Cal got quiet again, a small whine escaping her lips as she felt a warm hand pressing against her even warmer forehead. “Hmm… M-Master…” The girl mumbled, moving her head away from his hand, not liking the warmth coming from his skin. Caleigh wanted to wake up. She wanted to open her eyes and tell Pitch she was feeling better, tell him she was sorry for everything and have the drinks he had promised her. But it was like there was a heavy weight on her chest, making it impossible for the girl to move properly. Her dry lips parted lightly as she breathed lightly faster than when she was completely asleep.
Jack closed his eyes at the comforting hand in his hair, she could touch him. He nodded slowly as she said she wouldn’t hurt him. “I’m…I’m Jack…an..an no one huwt me…they…they…just…walked…through me..” He said and looked down, his eyes growing hot again.
Walked through him? That was strange… The girl stroked his hair soothingly and took his hand in hers. “What do you mean, sweetie?” She asked in confusion. “Where are your parents? Are you here by yourself?” Cal asked in a soft voice. He looked so scared and lost… But she had to be gentle, she had to slowly approach him if she wanted to help the boy. “You can call me Cal.” She offered him a sweet smile. “Tell me something, Jack. Do you like chocolate?”
He was proud that the girl was smart enough to be quite about it and looked down at the cake. “Very well.” Pitch leaned forward and easily sliced through the cake making sure it was far enough away so the babe couldn’t be to close to the knife. His eyes moved towards the boy as the wings emerged. He smirked and put a very small piece on a plate for Phillip and a larger one for Cal. “That should amuse him for now.” He sat back in the chair and looked up towards he ceiling before looking back towards the mother and child.
“Aren’t you gonna eat?” Cal asked, pulling the plates closer and grabbing a fork to eat. She was about to cut Phillip’s piece so he could eat by himself, but when she turned to look at the baby, he was already holding the cake to his mouth, happily eating it, tiny crumbs falling onto his lap. The blonde smiled and kissed the top of his head. “There you go, cupcake.” She nuzzled his cheek before eating some of the cake displayed in front of her. Caleigh looked at Pitch and blinked, frowning lightly as she noticed him looking at the ceiling. Her eyes followed his and she asked curiously. “What’s wrong?”
He shook his head and watched the child devouring the treat. “I don’t need to eat much and I don’t like sweets. I got it for the child.” Pitch shrugged and watched the two interact before shaking his head and handing the girl a napkin. “You can use that to clean him.” He hated this. Like there was something in his mind that he couldn’t access. He wanted to know what it was but the darkness was to strong. He barely heard the girl’s words and scoffed. “Nothing, angel. Waiting for the babe to tire out.”
Caleigh had learnt not to question him when he acted like that. But she just couldn’t help it. Her curiosity was stronger. Gladly taking the napkin, she placed it by the plate to use it once Phillip finished eating, and got up, walking to stand behind the chair her Master was sitting on. Gently wrapping her arms around him, she leaned down to kiss his neck softly. “You are not usually like this. Are you sure everything is alright? Is there… Is there anything I can do to help you?” She offered, whispering in his ear before lightly nibbling at his earlobe.
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“Well, yeah. I guess you could say Phillip is a happy baby. He’s got everything he needs, and he is always smiling.” She said, putting emphasis in the word baby and blushing lightly. “Italy?” Cal grinned. “I have a friend in Italy. His name is Raphael. But then, there must be thousands of Raphaels there.” She laughed softly.
He lifted both brows at the term. The soldier had always had a tenderness for children. “I can understand why he’s always smilin’. He’s got a mother like you.” Danny smiled at the flush in her cheeks before humming in recognition. “Yeah, I suppose there might be thousands of them about. It’s such a coincidence that you know a Raphael. I know one too!” He exclaimed cheerfully, squinting his eyes as he thought. “Is he an odd fellow who talks really strange sometimes… tallish? Ah, strikin’ features like really dark eyes?”
Caleigh felt her cheeks getting warmer. Why was she blushing so much?! That was ridiculous! She mentally cursed herself and smiled shyly. “I do my best. It’s… It’s difficult raising a child by yourself.” The girl said. She had never opened herself up to a stranger like that. It was still a bit strange. Placing a few stubborn locks of hair behind her ear, she nodded and beamed at him. “Yes! He does! He is all fancy and posh. Oh, he is married and he has a daughter, Saveria.” Cal wouldn’t mention the fact that he was a vampire, of course.
Pitch smirked wide as he watched the girl walk towards her fate and his eyes moved towards he as she jumped. “You think I’m kidding, angel? Go on in.” He licked at his lips from the pure fear radiating off her and followed her as Cal entered the cage and faced him. He easily stepped inside after her and ran a thumb over her cheek. “Hush, angel. You see what you’ve done? Master has never been prouder of one of his toys. You are willing to do anything aren’t you as long as I stay happy?” His hand travels to her hair and grips it with a laugh. “I was planning to let you go as soon as you stepped in here but you just look perfect, don’t you agree? My little angel in a cage?” He met her eyes to wait for a response as he plotted his course of action.
Cal didn’t move when he touched her, still looking into his eyes with wide ones. She nodded softly at his question, only then noticing she was holding her breath. Maybe everything would be fine. Maybe he would let her go back to the room now, and she wouldn’t have to stay in the cage. Caleigh almost smiled before her hair was suddenly gripped. She whimpered, and closed her eyes shut, frowning in pain and feeling the warm tears sliding down her cheeks. The angel didn’t answer him this time. What would she say? Yes? That would imply some sort of liking to the cage, and she definitely hated that place. She did her best not to meet his eyes, but the weight of his gaze made her look at him. “I d-don’t k-know…” The girl whispered weakly, shivering a little and trying not to move much so he wouldn’t pull her hair again.
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The little boy lifted his head and looked up at the woman. She could see him?
He shook his head and looked down, hugging his legs tighter to his chest. “N-no….s-scawd…” He whimpered softly. He glanced back up at her, still not completely sure she was talking to him. Could she really see him? What if this was just something else weird happening to him.
“Scared?” She repeated, sitting down by his side. “Why are you scared, sweetie? Did someone hurt you?” Caleigh asked softly, gently placing a hand on the top of his head, stroking his hair sweetly. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. You don’t have to be scared. I am not gonna hurt you, okay? You’ve got my word. What’s your name?” The angel kept her voice in a sweet, gentle tone.
Pitch’s muscle on his face rose as the child ‘no’-ed him and glanced down at the boy. “Hush, Phillip.” He did not want to be cruel to the child but still had a stern voice. “I don’t want her to cold, Pet. What it’s at now is fine.” His eyes moved to the child again as the babe called out for his mother. “She will be better soon. Come here.” Shadows created a small play pin and Pitch set the babe inside while handing the boy the nightmare horse stuffed animal and a large amount of sand. “Try to see if you can make it move like I did, remember?” He played with the boy’s hair before moving back in-between Jack and Cal and bringing the girls head to his lap to play with her hair to soothe it. “If she doesn’t get better, Pet we will have to let the angel go.” His words were soft as he looked up towards Jack. “If that happens I will have to leave you alone for a few days.”
Jack scowled briefly at the child, relieved that he no longer had to humour him. Glancing at Pitch, he nodded in understanding, before watching him play with the child, trying his hardest not to sulk or be jealous at the sight before him. He stilled then - knowing that he would hate being alone with just the shadows for company, but if it came to it, he would do it for then he would have his Master all to himself…unless he brought in another Pet to replace the angel. “Okay, Sir.” He whispered then with a soft sigh, before reaching up to splay his fingers across his Master’s cheeks.
As soon as the boy was placed down, he pouted, promptly frowning at Pitch. The frown soon faded away as he received his stuffed animal and some sand. He squealed in delight, rolling on his back and hugging the nightmare close, ignoring Pitch’s words until some of the sand covered his feet. Phillip blinked and sat up, looking at it curiously and wiggling his toes playfully.Giggling loudly, he chewed on the nightmare’s neck, completely distracted from everything that was happening around him. When Cal’s head was placed on her Master’s lap, the girl made a soft sound, kicking the blankets away. She was starting to wake up, and her skin was burning up. She buried her face on his stomach, trying to get rid of the blankets completely, still half asleep. “J-Jack…” The angel whispered unconsciously, a soft gasp leaving her lips.