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Perhaps this was the reason he chose to limit his own interactions with the Damned. She was snarky, formal and, as Alex decided shortly after she returned his comments, a bitch. He doubted she'd have been tolorable even as a regular Kindred.. His eyes moved to each of the others in the group, wondering exactly how many of them shared his feelings. She reminded him of a small corporate business owner who hat for her ego. His chest tightened in frustration and a single desire to see her dead for the hunt was over washed over him. 

Her voice and tone, her mannerisms- everything. Alex passed her a faint smile and dipped his own head.
"My name is Alex, and my connections are my own, regardless of where they lie." After basically spitting the words at her, Alex added another smirk, bowing a little again. He didn't give a shit about the sewer rats and the world they lived in. They provided no real purpose other than the puppets or "spies" so many used them as. The rest of the Kindred had at least a purpose, a use.
He waved away the strands of hair and looked about the group some more. He couldn't quite work out clans without at least hearing them speak, providing they all held the stereotype. 

((Crap post.. Phone post, but I had to get one in.))

With the faint jangle of keys, Alex unlocked the car he had called his own for a short while and paused. The night air stunk of a good meal. He pulled open the door and let his lips crease at the haunting sound his kind feared so much. Whether it was part man or not, Alex could still feel the tingling sensation of an exciting night on his arms. Dropping into the seat of his car, he started the engine and  pulled out of the parking lot - a small bay at the end of his street - and pulled onto the main road. The dull roar would have woken more than a few people on his street. The car probably wasn't needed but it helped with the 'image'. He wasn't an artist like the rest of his clan, nor a musician, or a sculptor. His entire life was art. The way he lived, his home, his clothes, his smile. Alex dropped the gear and made his way into the centre of the city, his mind anxious and alive.

The streets were still busy despite the news. There were groups of men on his left, shouting and chanting as they moved from club to bar. His right was close to the same, a few girls laughing and stumbling, the occasional drunk trying to cross the road. It was humanity at its happiest and it's easiest. A short left hand turn into a street already littered with cars, down beside a relatively busy establishment was where he usually pulled up. It wasn't empty here but he'd often found it easier to escape with whoever he decided was lunch. There was no saying he enjoyed ripping his food limb from limb, but when someone went missing, it was always easier to at least disguise them climbing into the car. There was a small spot at the end of the street, hiding between a taxi and a blue sedan. A moment of concentration and he pulled into the spot. He turned the ignition off with a simple twist and relaxed in his seat. How many kindred would be out tonight after that news report? There was no way to know for sure but it would certainly be more than him.

The blonde moved to slide out of his car when words reached his ear from a source he hadn't spotted in his mirror. The Prince? How the hell did they know he was here? Were they keeping tabs? If they were, he'd have to leave. It seemed all to much like a coincidence that they'd choose tonight to call for judgement not unless they thought it was- Alex laughed a little and rolled his eyes. He may have liked to play with his food before eating but he didn't leave them in public view. It was insulting.. With a groan, he turned his engine one once more and set off down towards the docks. Whatever the Prince's plan was it probably involved more than himself. It would be nice to see exactly how many kindred there were in the city, or at least see some faces he hadn't spotted before. They did stick out amoungst the living, even if they weren't Nosferatu. Alex hadn't even been quite able to stomach some of the ones he'd spotted before. He couldn't his lucky stars he hadn't ever ended up like them.

His journey didn't take long. The streets grew gradually emptier and emptier as he drove closer to the ocean. The place was only ever full of the homeless and the young and reckless at this of night. During his journey Alex toyed with the idea of tasting exactly what made him so special. The stronger they were the better everything seemed to taste. He smirked at the thought and pulled into the docks. One day that man would drift off, leaving himself vulnerable to people like himself, the addicted and the power hungry. Stepping out of his car completely this time, Alex looked about for wherever he was supposed to be meeting his royal highness. Eyes scanned the wooden world about him, looking from the old pier to the small boat docks down towards the end of the beach. His feet carried him under street lamps until it finally spotted a congregation that looked all too out of place. There were seven figures in total although too far away to work out if he knew any faces. Moving closer, faces came into view and finally people became identifiable. None of them looked familiar to him and he felt glad. Usually meant he hadn't done anything to offend any of them. The familiar stink of the sewer-dwelling Nosferatu passed by his nose as he got closer as well as the intoxicating smell of an elder.

Joining the others, Alex waited, eyes glancing about. What on earth was the chainsaw about? He let his eyes take in the small meal beside the Prince before forcing himself to pay attention to the matter at hand. A blood hunt? Alex scoffed quietly to himself. Surely if they had tracks on them all here, they'd have tracks on this 'killer' too? Yet if they were calling for a hunt, no doubt the Prince didn't have tabs on this guy. He loved seeing a chink in their own government. As the conversation drew on, Alex found himself listening to Margarita, the Nosferatu, for whatever reason that was. It had always been said that they heard and saw more due to their ability to hide so well. Everyone was taking this so seriously, and he wasn't surprised. They didn't need hunters in this city. The last place he'd lived had become overrun due to some Malkavian incident he had no part in. 

"There are whispers of diablerie on SchreckNet..." What?! His eyes darted between the group, a moment of panic flirting about his stomach. There was no way he could take them all if he had too. He had a count of nearly twenty-five acts on his belt. He'd always been careful he was sure.. Clearly though this wasn't what this meeting was about. Alex forced himself to remain calm and listened once again. The awkward shift between feet could have been easily masked as impatience. "Let us begin with you." Alex followed the eyes of Margarita and glanced momentarily between the rest of the group.

"I know the humans better than most people here. They trust me." He paused, his latent Manhattan accent on his tongue. "If this guy is taking his victims from the inside of the city, you need someone who knows it. You need someone who can will the secrets out of anyone who has even seen this guy." He added, speaking quick like he usually did when he felt a little pressured. "Besides, I'm fast. With the entire city looking for him, you'll need someone with speed on your side if he's cornered."

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