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Sophia. If only I knew what you were doing right now? Are still out trying to purify the world by killing the wrong doing humans? A soft sigh escaped through his lips just walking through the forest in search of a good meal. From the corner of his eyes there was an elk passing by, Yum. It was practically time for his feeding and elk were of course the largest mammal in North America meaning this animal had tons of blood to give up. He snickered lightly to himself as he watched the gracefully creature as he stepped through the woods unknowing that his killer was watching with thirst in his eyes. Soundless steps moved forward slowly as his eyes showed no harm whatsoever.

“Don’t worry. It will be quick.” He kissed the top of the animal’s head as he ran his cold fingers along his back. “You won’t feel a thing.” Alexander sunk his teeth in the elk’s neck as the blood dripped from the side of his mouth. Now kneeling beside it, he sucked the sweetest blood he had ever tasted but maybe that was due to the fact that he was so hungry. Licking the wound that he had left; the blood continued to flow endlessly. “Wow! So much blood. I might have to save some just in case.” He took a small vial that he kept with him. This was only necessary when he was too bored to go out hunting himself. Sucking more of the red liquid out continued his feeding as well as going into this animal’s past. It was pretty boring, but very beautiful at the same time that it made him smile.

“Thank you for the meal, sir.” Alex stood up once again as he wiped the blood off his face. His darken eyes went back to the bright gold color which said that he was more than satisfied with his meal. He hoped the creature wouldn’t go to waste though there was a possible chance that it would. The mutts would probably come and eat the meat since that’s all they really did in the first place. Instead of just lurking around like a complete idiot, Alexander began to walk around so that he wouldn’t die of pure boredom. Hopefully he didn’t run into something unexpected like last time, though that time was a little bit weird when he first encountered it.

“Sophia, what are you doing right now?” He sat down on a log as he placed his hands on his lap. There was no limit on how far he could see in the past so he wanted to be careful so that he wouldn’t stumble onto anything that he might regret. He was getting a little curious though as he placed a single hand on the wood as he caressed it. Alexander saw a war breaking out between werewolves and vampires, pure chaos that could not be contained. What started such a thing? Was this the time the treaty had been placed? He wasn’t sure, but he saw some familiar faces, he saw Sophia. Standing tall on his feet, Alex let out a breath out of habit. He didn’t want to think nor did he want to know anymore that the woman whom he loved for centuries was a part of something so vicious.
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