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Alexandrea slowed her footsteps, suddenly sensing eyes on her. She calmly glanced up at a pair of guards and realized it wasn't them. The eyes, she knew, were coming from outside the safety of the walls that kept her caged in like an animal in a zoo. She moves her lips, murmuring softly to herself as she feels anxiety grow in her but manages to keep her expression as calm as ever.

Lycans.

She takes her hand away from the wall and flexes it, holding it away so she doesn't get blood on her. She stares down at the wound as the gushing slowly turns to a trickle of red blood and finally the cut closes. She bends slightly to wipe her hand on the grass and straightens quickly, just as she catches the sound of footsteps. Footsteps that belong someone that she couldn't see right now. Not a guard. Not a vampire.

She turned to face the direction they came from, behind her a little and to the side.. The other side of the wall. She heard the barely audible noise of something contacting the metal fence and then a slight thump of feet hitting the ground. The teenager's transformation was quick. Her eyes stayed the same, her usual ice blue, but her fangs became longer as she used her vampire speed to move behind the intruder. It was a male, she noticed easily from behind him. It was discernable from his build and his height.

He looked at the moon for a moment and spoke to himself quietly. "Maybe I should turn back..." Then he froze, as though he only realized that Alexandrea was there behind him.

The girl calmly stepped out of the shadows, revealing herself with her usual calm expression on her face but her eyes seeming amused and interested. " Perhaps, that is the best course of action you could take.. Before a guard comes and finds you, which would mean your death.. Lycan." At this regret seemed to flash in her eyes, another unecessary death. And a lycan at that. she could smell the difference on him, it was very intriguing to know that there was a real lycan standing in front of her. One who was still living, breathing, and possibly going to be killed if he didn't leave.