It only takes a split second for him to reach me, vibrant eyes blazing with fury. His arm reels back, preparing to strike at me. Reacting inhumanly fast, my hand, now decorated with sharp claws, snaps up, catching his fist and simultaneously preventing him from landing a harsh blow. My palm stings momentarily from the impact which only fuels my growing anger. Eyes narrowing, I reach up and fist the front of his shirt in my other hand, gripping the fabric tight, and in one blur of movement, I use the momentum to flip him over my side and drive him into the floor.

The sound is thunderous when his back hits the tile, most likely echoing throughout the whole building, and I watch with fierce, blood red eyes as it shatters around him, putting an imprint in the already weak floor. He inhales sharply with parted lips, blinking at the ceiling in a daze. But, he quickly regains his bearings, a muscle in his jaw ticking as his stunned state disappears.

Suddenly, he grabs me, one hand on my waist and the other tight around my arm, throwing me off of him and half-way across the room. My feet skid against the floor when I land, just barely giving me enough time to lift my head as he lunges at me, slamming the both of us into an old glass coffee table near by, which shatters loudly upon impact. The glass digs into my back when we land, the jagged edges most likely ripping through my shirt, but I pay it no mind.

We roll and tumble over the glass ridden floor until he hovers over me, his lips lifted into a snarl that allows his fangs to flash in front of my face. Sharp shards of glass stick out of the exposed skin of his arms, leaving blood to roll down in beads. I'm quick to wrap a hand around his neck and use my strength to flip us over roughly, my knee firm on his chest to pin him down and my claws piercing deep into his skin.

I tighten my grip around his throat, nails puncturing deeper, forcing his head further into the ground enough to make his eyes widen and his legs kick out in panic. The force is more than enough to kill a human, but not enough to kill a vampire. He gasps and wheezes, trying to pry my hand off of him, but even his enhanced strength isn't enough to make me budge.

"Alright, alright!" he wheezes out in defeat, streams of the thick red liquid rolling down his neck to stain his ripped white shirt.

With a sharp glare, I release him, and swiftly rise to my feet. His hand instantly goes to his neck with a grimace while he coughs and gasps, chest heaving.

"I see you're still crazy as all hell," he spits, voice hoarse.

Carelessly flicking a piece of glass off my jacket with a pointed nail, I respond, "And you're still just as stupid as I remember."

"God, I thought you were gonna rip my throat out," he grumbles under his breath, slowly rolling to his knees and gripping a torn leather couch for support. The deep holes in his neck from my claws are already healing, sealing over as if nothing even happened.

"I was thinking about it," I answer flatly.

He scoffs and shoots me a hard look over his shoulder, which I ignore, and instead my eyes roll over the damage we created in only a matter of seconds.

The door lays carelessly on the ground, snapped off from it's hinges, a large dip in the floor is full of cracked tiles, and the glass coffee table is now in millions of tiny pieces scattered across the ground.

My attention snaps back to him when he rises to his feet. He scans over the room, clearly searching for something and I have a pretty good idea of what it could be. After a few tense seconds, his eyes narrow and he turns to me with an angry expression.

"Where is she?" he growls, gesturing to the rest of the room that's lacking a certain blonde he was about to sink his fangs into.

"Somewhere safe," I answer vaguely. I twist my arm around and mindlessly pull a long, thin piece of glass out of my lower back, letting it drop to the floor where it breaks in half.

The second he lunged for me, I transported the girl to the nearest hospital in the hopes that she will be taken care of properly and have somewhat of a chance at living a normal life.

He snarls at me, another hiss escaping his lips, reminding me of a venomous snake preparing to strike.

"She came to me, you know?" he bites out. "She wanted me to turn her."

I scoff, tilting my head at him before saying, "But, you weren't going to do that, were you? From what I saw, it sure looked like you were going to bleed her dry instead."

His eyes narrow at me, his jaw clenching and his hands curling into tight fists at his sides.

"Alright, yes, I was going to kill her. I was going to drain her of every last drop, and I'd do the same to you if I could." he says, lips twitching into a smug grin, eyes flickering to my neck.

"But you can't," I spit. "If those fangs of yours come anywhere near me, I'll pull them out with my bare hands."

"Fair enough," he mutters quietly after a beat of silence. His eyes slide over the damaged apartment before, once again, landing on me. "I never thought I'd see you again, especially since our last encounter ended in flames."

His eyes run over me from head to toe as he speaks, curiosity swimming in his piercing blue-green eyes.

"Yes, well, I think there's something you may be interested in." I say. When rewarded with his inquisitive eyebrow raise, I continue talking. "There's a war coming and you could be a strong ally."

"A war?" he parrots, a crease forms between his brows as he looks at me quizzically. "What kind of war?"

"A big one," I answer quickly. "The kind that could end the world if it goes the wrong way."

A smirk splits across his face, a mischievous glint in his eye as he says, "I'm in."

"You could die," I warn him bluntly.

"Two-hundred years was a pretty good run." He shrugs.

My lips rise into a smirk as I stride toward him, small pieces of glass crunching and cracking under my shoes. Stretching my hand out, he stares at it for a moment before reaching out and gripping it in his, shaking it with a sly grin.

"It's nice to see you again, Alex. I hope you like werewolves." I say.

I don't give him the chance to respond, instead I use our joined hands to transport us both to the cabin where I can safely explain exactly what he's getting into.

I met Alexander in Los Angeles, California roughly a year ago, when I was still running from the angels and constantly on the move. I felt his presence from outside of an exclusive, popular club titled 'Red Silk'. His dark, mischievous aura sparked my interest, and I followed it only to find out that he was not only the owner of the club, but that he also lived in an apartment on the top floor.

Honestly, it was a smart move on his part. He made friends with rich celebrities and was practically famous by his alias, Mason Greene.

But, he also chose his victims from the crowds that swarmed his well-known establishment. It was always someone that wouldn't be missed, usually a young alcoholic who partied too much for their own good. One person every two weeks, he once told me. Sometimes the victims weren't even reported missing, since they had no family or close friends.

He felt my presence as soon as I walked into the building, and he found me intriguing while I found him fascinating due to him being the first vampire I had every laid eyes on.

I learned a lot about his species during that time, the ideas about vampires that were simply made up in movies and the things that are actually true.

They don't shimmer or melt in the sunlight, their reflections are easily visible anytime they step in front of a mirror, they don't die from a stake to the heart, and Alex made is very clear that they also don't turn into bats.

However, they do live forever, only able to be killed by either decapitation or fire. They need blood periodically in order to survive, but they can temporarily dull their hunger with normal, human food. Their senses are all enhanced, including their eyesight, hearing, touch, taste, strength, and speed.

Alex's lean frame allows him to be particularly fast, excelling in speed. It's very rare that a human can survive the transformation to turn into a vampire, so most vampires, including Alex, are born instead.

There are very few vampires left, most of them are old, paranoid, hermits that never leave their houses anymore and find it difficult to adjust to modern civilization.

But, Alex is different. He stopped aging at twenty years old and despite being alive for two-hundred years after that, he's still kept a young mentality. He's wily, cunning, and a troublemaker which is why I was more than confident that he wouldn't be able to turn down the opportunity to fight in a war like this.