Alex sat in his chair, his head in one hand and a finger resting between his lips; a small habit that almost kept him calm when the itches and burning hit. He flicked between channels, contemplating embracing again just for the purpose of a meal. No one seemed to miss the girls that hung around in his apartment now. No one ever seemed to miss them. His fingers changed the channels, watching the images without really taking in the information in front of him. He could feel burning in the back of his throat, in his stomach and in his fingers. It was hard to ignore at times. His eyes stared beyond the tv when his fingers hit the news. It took a moment to overcome the hunger and instead of the usual sigh, Alex smiled. 

He knew there were Kindred in the city; a fair few from what he'd found out. This one seemed a little different. Whether they'd decided to rage against the machine or simply had lost their mind was baffling, regardless they were Kindred - a meal. Alex's brain drifted from the assailant themselves to something a little more interesting. There would no doubt be elders there, and if there was a fight.. He stopped himself quickly enough and stood from his chair with a clear determination of having a meal tonight; although if worst came to worst, he had his least favorite of the three and sacrifices had to be made. He feet carried him over towards his coat. If there were elders there, he'd be found out.. He'd have to be quick.

He pulled on his jacket on and locked his friends inside the house. They'd stay there until he got back. In the recent decade, Alex had begun to enjoy exactly how easy it was to find girls. There were plenty who simply fell as his feet at the proof of what he was. They'd made interesting experiences over the years. It was hard to describe really. There was no way they could prove their existence but allowing a few to know was always a small joy. Becoming the soul object of their dreams for even the briefest moment was practically everything he had now; aside from a few other things. 

He stepped out into the street which was as always, silent. His neighborhood was always silent, everyone seemed to return home around six and disappear into their homes like they lived in Stepford. It seemed strange, even in the summer, he never heard children playing in the street or families arguing on the doorstep. His feet carried him along the cobbles, his eyes shifting between the occasional home with a light still shining. Part of him wondered what each of them were hiding, and the rest of him chose not to care. Their lives weren't of interest to him, it was no bother to him if a lover found out about infidelity or whether a loved one had died. His mind was hungry and his insides still continued to burn. Had he been human, a simple hit would have been enough, yet now he stilled needed the same hit, however retrieving it was always a little harder than buying a drug.

Following the street, Alex toyed with his keys just to occupy his mind. Anything to keep the beast at bay, if it could be called that in his situation. He'd spent years keeping himself of the Prince's radar, he liked it that way. He'd never felt like they knew of his presence in the city, he'd only met two other kindred in the night clubs, movie theaters or even the occasional film premier. They had all been like him; the same clan, not the same conviction. He turned out of his neighborhood and into the main road across the river. The traffic was less than usual considering the hour, but the bright lights from across the water surely indicated a busier night than it appeared.