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Alex finally woke up after a while and looked around the room lost at first feeling the pain hitting him like a sludge hammer. He looked around before feeling the fresh, clean breeze blowing in through the window and the bright sun. Nothing was left of their battle here except the rip in the road and tow truck removing the car that he'd thrown his brother into only moments before. He slowly sat up with the towels making agitated noises as the dried blood was broken. He got up slowly pulling off his coat painfully and closed the door with his foot not seeing Ambrosia so he could get his shirt off. He fought with the crusty clothes irritated leaving him shirtless and his hat on the bed. He pulled his clean scarf off and then pulled on his coat closing it up this time as he had no underclothes for his torso. He sighed and left the hat and scarf together on her bed before opening the door again with his foot while he fought to get his dried gloves that weren't getting off his skin. "Rose?" he asked horsely looking around for her as he walked down the halls a little. He barely could move at all from the pain and blood loss trying to fight back the need to kill something and steal their blood again.

Alex looked around the house fallowing he voice to the porch. He winced and covered his sensitive eyes from the light and then sat down on the railing leaning against the post. "What are you doing?" he asked curiously enjoying the hot sun warming up his cold body in the oddly warm winter weather. It wasn't surprising that it wasn't snowing again, but he wouldn't complain. Wether here never made sense. With it being sixty, it was perfect to him compared to the ten almost a week ago. He sighed and closed his eyes picking one foot up and balancing his weight on the thing railing easily looking out over the dull green grass.

He sighed and looked up at the sky until she asked a question well in need of an answer, and actually over due for one. "Remember when I said that you were to be wed to a prince as an arranged marriage? That was him. In his mind, I stole you from him and you are rightfully his. I should have nothing to do with you," he explained in a quiet voice to keep her parents from hearing as he wasn't sure where they were and it hurt to talk loudly with it moving his chest painfully when he breathed. He shook his head at her offer though and put his hand up in a no-thank-you gesture. He closed his blue eyes again and went back to enjoying the warmth.

Alex looked at her one time and closed his eyes. "I'm fine, I'll just walk," he said quietly hoping up onto the roof to grab his things before sliding down the roof and landing on the roof. He sighed and walked to the sidewalk irritatedly. He knew he shouldn't be mad at her, but he was. He also knew it was triggered by her being mad at him. No surprise there.

Alex stopped and pulled a silver pencil and a piece of paper out of his note book writing out his number and a message that said 'If he attacks again, or just because, here's my number x-xxx-xxxx-xxxx'. He folded it up into a paper airplane and then blew on it smiling as it flew away and landed in her lap. He stuck his hands deep in his pockets relaxing his chest and muscles the best he could as he walked quietly back to his house to redress remembering he left his black shirt at her house. He walked through his house and just stumbled over to his fridge downing eight packs leaving him with only two for the next week. He snarled wiping the blood from his lips as he sunk down on to the couch shaking as his body started rapidly, and painfully healing itself.

Alex curled up in a little ball a against the back of the couch staring at the fabric in his painful haze. He felt every ounce of his body pulsing in warning that something bad was about to happen. He ran his fingers across his bare chest feeling the blood slick his body coloring it the death warning red. He shuttered again looking around hoping that nothing would happen bad again. It would take a while for Connor to get back and in the shape to fight just like him, but his powers were also out of shape and he needed to tune them again since he hadn't seen his brother in a few years. He rubbed his eyes and sighed just thinking to himself while his other hand cradled his phone just incase Ambrosia was to call.