The blaring of Alexis's alarm clock did little to actually wake her, seeing as she was sitting on her bed, completely dressed, her necklace clutched in her hand. She stared at the small contraption in disgust for several moments, and then reached out and slammed the "off" button much harder than was warranted.
She blew out a breath of a sigh, and resumed starting out of her window. The view was the same as it had always been--a dark brown-gray rise of a building, dotted with the grimy faces of windows. It wasn't beautiful by any means, but the occasional flash of a flower box brightened the view of only a little. Down below her, people walked and cars honked. That was the downside to living downtown--it was never quiet, like Alexis so often craved. Her delicate senses picked up so much of the everyday chatter, she sometimes thought that she would explode. Today had potential to be one of those days.
Restlessly, she stood up and walked out into the main area of the flat. The necklace was still in her iron grip, and she couldn't seem to persuade herself to let go of it. She had been dreaming of Robert again. His touch had woken her from what she told herself firmly was a nightmare. The fact that he was still on her mind at all scared her to say the least; Alexis needed to move on.
Still clinging to the small golden wing like an anchor, she strode back into her room and examined her appearance. She looked good enough, with her black hair combed to fall lazily down her back, and her skin clear of anything. Only her eyes betrayed her inner turmoil. Alexis frowned at the reflection.
She saw the flash of white before she realized that her fangs were out. Of course. Alexis needed to feed--that was why she was so anxious. It had been nearly a week, and any normal vampire would be starving. Knowing that she wasn't perhaps "normal", Alexis slid into a black jacket and tucked it tight around her.
She wasn't needed at the salon until noon. No one would care what she did beforehand, and she might as well grab a bite before she went crazy from thirst. There were plenty to choose from down on the street, the different aromas of their blood like a menu on a fine restaurant. Smiling, she headed out her door.
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Christian leaned easily back against the cool stone of the alley. His wings rustled slightly in protest, but otherwise he was the silent shadow he wanted to be then. His body was cloaked in dark gray jeans and a black hoodie--no one would spare him a passing glance as long as he stayed still.
He was watching, and waiting for something to happen. He wasn't quite sure what it was right then. Perhaps a demon would show up and things would get interesting. Otherwise, Christian would need to eat soon.
At the thought, his stomach grumbled loudly. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but no one was preoccupied with the small alley off the big street. Ducking his head, Christian emerged. The crowd flowed around him, a few people angrily exclaiming curses at him for cutting them off, but he went with the flow, looking for somewhere he could eat cheaply.
His attention was almost too absorbed for him to notice a strange figure walking ahead of him. It moved almost like water, but it was too dark. He squinted at it, until suddenly the form shifted, and a small beggar appeared. His breath caught in his throat, hunger suddenly forgotten. The figure was advancing in the crowd, nearly running.
Unable to account for the strange happening, Christian followed.
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