"I used to do that a little bit." he answered. "I didn't do it too much though, because none of my old friends were creative about it. They just kept saying everyone was a serial killer." He chuckled to himself at that. "They once even said that an old lady in a wheel chair was one." Alex listened as Charlotte pointed out the creepy pale guy, and kept himself from unconciously shivering at the word vampire. As she said it, his mind immediatly flicked to his dream from the night before. Though he placed no stock in the supernatural, he couldn't help but wonder sometimes why so many coincidences seemed to center around him.
Shaking the feeling off, Alex took another look at the pale guy. He certainly looked like a vampire, that was for sure. "Now there is a serial killer if I ever saw one!" he said, laughing to himself. "The guys back in Pennsylvania would love to see this." Suddenly, a thought spontainiously came into his mind. Normally he would have pursued it, be he didn't think it was a good idea. Going back to his sandwich, he said "Normally, I'd say we should follow him and get a laugh out of it, but I have class after this and it's the only one I actually like." The one class he liked was a creative writing elective. Outside of fencing, Alex enjoyed writing stories. "Well, my turn." he continued. Looking around the park, he noticed a guy sitting on a bench a bit down the path writing something in a notepad. He was wearing oddly large sunglasses, and looked up every once in a while to glance around. "Now that guy," he said, "is an undercover cop on cracking down on the stolen blood bags. So far he has hit nothing but dead ends but... he will probably continue to do so, because if he doesn't suspect Mr. Vampire over there now, he probably never will. "