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Discordia smiles and pours him another glass.

"It's okay. Not everyone gets hunted right away."

"I... think I'd rather not get hunted at all, really."

She laughs and pats his hand.

"Silly boy. Everyone gets hunted eventually."

"...okay. Why?"

"Because it's the way of things, silly boy. Silly, beautiful boy."

Alex freezes.

It's a coincidence. It has to be a coincidence.

He drinks his wine, trying desperately to think of a change of subject.

She laughs, a sweet, bubbly sound.

"There's no such thing as coincidence, silly boy. Silly, beautiful boy."

She smiles gently and reaches over to run a hand down the side of her face. Her hand is ice-cold.

"You'd make such lovely prey."

He flinches away from her, putting down the wineglass with enough force to crack the base.

"What the hells are you?"

"You've met a kinsman of mine."

"I haven't--"

And then he remembers the other person in black and white, and he goes pale.

"What do you want?"

Discordia giggles.

"I want to play a game. I told you I like games."

He licks his lips nervously.

"What sort of game?"

"I told you, beautiful boy. Games that make you happysadhurtcrylovedie. Games that bleed. Games of the crack of bone and the burn of ice and the thrill of the hunt."

She tilts her head, studying him.

"I can see why my kinsman liked you. You're pretty. It will be fun to play with you."

He flinches. And blinks rapidly, shaking his head, because his vision is doing something weird.

"I don't feel like playing."

"Silly boy. Silly, beautiful boy. You say that as though you have a choice in the matter."

She smiles.

"You're shaking, Alex."

He struggles to his feet, barely gracing himself with the back of the booth. His limbs are frighteningly weak, and his vision is swimming.

"What the fuck did you do to me?"

"It's all part of the game, Alex. I like to play. You and the pointy one are fun."

She stands up and goes to stand next to Alex, smiling gently.

"So fractured you are. Let's see what's inside."

She slides her hands into Alex's hair, still smiling.

It hurts. That's about all he has cognizant thought for. Part of him wants to scream but his voice won't work, and all that escapes is a soft whimper.

"Sshhh. Sshh, beautiful boy, it'll be over soon, for the moment. Just need to... ah..."

She smiles and strokes his face with one cold hand.

"That's what I needed. Good boy."

She looks at him and makes a soft sound of disapproval.

"Mortals are so fragile. Did that truly hurt so badly? Tsk. I should give you back to the pointy one and let him take care of you."

Nick--

He flinches away from her, barely keeping on his feet.

NickNickNickNickNick

She shifts her grip to his shoulders to keep him from falling, and he lets out an involuntary whimper.

NickNickNickNickNick

She sighs and shakes her head.

"Back to the pointy one for you, beautiful boy."

She leans in and kisses him, pushing her way back into his mind and nudging a few synapses, leaching consciousness. Not completely, but enough to make him pliant. He all but collapses in her arms, and she lifts him as easily as though he was a child.

"The pointy one will look after you until the next move."

She goes upstairs and locates the room that the beautiful boy and the pointy one share, and leaves him on the floor outside the door. She knocks once, loudly, then steps back into the shadows and disappears.

Nick blinks at the noise and shuffles over to the door. He opens it, eyes bleary...and then wide open.

"Alex? Alex?!"

Alex makes a soft whimpering sound, eyes closed, fists clenched hard enough to make his fingernails bite into his palms.

NickNickNickNickNick

Nick's on the ground, checking him over within a minute. Nothing. Nothing nothing NOTHING.

"Alex. Alex, what's wrong? Alex, what happened? Who left you here? Who did this to you?

LOVE. CONCERN. REASSURANCE. CALM.

"I-I don't--"

He struggles into a half-sitting position, his head spinning.

"She -- she knew the -- the other one, the one who -- who hurt me before--"

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