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Alec's face no longer showed much, he simply watched as Rin went flying through the brick wall, crashing into something inside, then turned, just in time to see Zeruel sending a shard of metal straight at him. Alec barely brought his sword up in time to block it, and it ricocheted off the blade and into Alec's free arms shoulder. He didn't react from it, simply looked down at the little bit of metal, then up at Zeruel. He heard the blind Angel telling off the small girl, worried for her safety or some idiotic thing like that. Like it mattered. He knew every single one of these bastards' scents now. This is the kind of thing that had brought Alec to New York. The last town he was in ran out of Angels to fight him. And now, he would track down each of them, and he wouldn't stop until they were all in Hell.

His look was now intense, focused, deadly above anything else. Maybe Zeruel could have guessed what he was thinking, if not, he would find out. Alec stepped forward, holding his sword horizontally in the air effortlessly. He could hear sirens far off, getting closer. Obviously, some mortal had called for them. It was to be expected, they had been making quite a bit of noise. He took another step, nearly within striking distance. "Fairy Boy, a sneak attack?" He asked, regarding the piece of metal still in his shoulder. Alec stopped just outside of swinging range for either of them. "You're acting like a Vampire." Alec said with his usual playful smirk returning to his face, "First, you impale that poor little girl, then you get into a fight with an Angel, and now resorting to sneak attacks? Heh." Alec chided him.

"Too bad the fun's all over, though." The sirens were now within an ordinary range of hearing, "I'll catch ya' later." Alec jumped up, vaulting off of the side of the building halfway to the roof, onto the top of the building opposite it. "Bye, Fairy Boy!" He shouted, waving as his sword dematerialized, and then ran off towards the sirens. It probably looked like a dumb idea, but morning was coming soon, and Alec wanted to roast a few piggies. The next day, Alec's last game of the night would be on the news, three cop cars torched in the middle of the street, human remains found all around and inside of them, like the bodies had exploded. No evidence of who the perpetrator was could be found, and the murder weapon was unknown, or unfathomable. If the Angels were lucky, maybe they heard some of the explosions a few minutes after Alec had left...