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Alex shuttered in the cold winter air as he hugged my leather coat closer to his body. Sure he was immune to the cold practically, but the idea of the winter was enough to chill his inhuman body. While he walked he heard something in the distance and his body shuttered with the anticipation of something that he knew was going to be coming. Of course if he told anyone they would think he was crazy, but it was the truth and that's how he felt right then. He walked faster before he reached the side of a building and looked around quickly.

He bit his lip and gave one solid bound finding himself upon the building then. With one last glance at the ground, he took off in a full run with his heart barely feeling the strain of the car speed sprint and bounds from building to building as he chased an idea in his mind. He wasn't sure if it meant something, but Alex didn't care. Something was going to happen.

A group of men leaned against the building talking among themselves enjoying their cigarettes and beer. The oldest stopped and looked at her as she walked past and the other stopped fallowing his gaze. They all then grinned and he pulled a large knife out of the line of his pants fallowing after her quietly and quickly before one of them grabbed her hand and asked with a cruel chuckle, "What's a miss like you doing out so late?" he asked with a cold, cruel voice. He pulled her closer with his face inches from her along with that smile that would haunt the boogie man.

What was watching though was worse than the boogie man. Alex sat on the roof pulling his scarf over his face leaving him completely draped in black except for the bright red scarf that seemed to glow. He leaned over the edge of the building with his fingerless gloved hand digging into the roof crushing it easily. He was so hateful of what was happening as he leaned down the building more and more to where one hand held him up and his toe of his belted boot.

The man yelped in pain letting go of her as he fell to the ground. He held the side of his face that was cut and bruised while the leader raced after her with the knife in hand. He grabbed her and spun her around yet again thrusting the knife at her.

Alex had seen enough. He dropped out of the night sky like a creature from hell as he landed just in place of her as the blade bit deep into his skin and tore a gash across his abdomen. He seemed to only flinch as a snarl showed on his face and his dark blood feel onto the dull lit ground. He grabbed the man's hand and ripped it away from him twisting his wrist to where it sickly snapped. He picked him up and threw him into the wall breaking into it a little.

He looked back stealing a glance at Ambrosia with his violet eyes before he charged forward at another one of them tearing them apart easily as if they were just pebbles he was chucking to the side. He picked another one up and threw him into the wall. "Get the hell out of here!" he roared at him as if he was a wild animal while his eyes glowed in the light.

When the last of them had fled, Alex stood up strait as if he didn't notice the blood that danced onto the ground with his movements. He turned back to her softly putting a hand to his wound and looked at the thick blood on his fingers. He looked back to her walking to her quietly holding a clean hand out to her softly while his other was held against his open wound that oozed between his fingers. He felt a little sick, but it wasn't terrible as long as he got out of here soon. He could already feel that thirst and drive ganging up on him wanting to drink that sweet tasting soul, but he bit his lip hard enough to draw blood just licking at his own to keep him content until he could get away from her. Then he would deal with it. Till then, he would just keep quiet.

He took her hand and pulled her up onto her feet gently where she was only inches away from him. He looked at her calmly with those wild violet eyes that seemed to soften. "Are you okay?" he asked gently looking at her wrist gently where it was bruising. He let go of her hand softly before pulling away from her. He turned away walking quickly stealing one last glance before vanishing. Alex fled the night wanting to get home before he snapped out on some innocent person.

When he'd finally gotten home, he grabbed a blood bag and bit into it savagely. He drank down three of them before he tended to his wound. He walked quietly through his house before he perched on the roof watching everything in the night as he sat topless. He tapped his booted foot on the roof waiting for sunrise.

Alex stayed on the roof until the sunrise came and he slipped back down into his small house to get dressed again. He pulled on black pants, boots, belts, chains, leather coat, all the basic things he always wore. Including fresh bandages for the already almost close wound. He looked at the three empty packs of blood and tossed them into the garbage can carelessly before heading out the door to his motorcycle he normally drove. He mounted the bike starting up the roaring engine before puling on his black helmet hiding his blonde hair.

He drove off loudly glad that the senior year is almost over as he couldn't wait to get out and see what little parts of the world he had yet to experience yet. When he was done, all would be left was things off this world. No longer would anything really be of interest to his immortal heart or mind. Alex rode off to school breaking almost all the rules of the normal street rules. To him though, none of that existed. It was just driving down the road getting from point A to point B. Then again, he had heard all the rules possible for what was going on. It was very old and pointless to him.

Alex skidded to a stop in the school parking lot and taking the keys out of the ignition as he got ready to learn the centuries' new teachings and what they'd learned. It was another repeat in history only with new fancy terms for everyone and thing. He walked into the school quietly grabbing his books and papers to put in his bag and then take with him to his class where he said down heavily not caring if he jarred his wound. It hurt, but it wouldn't kill him.