Alex waited the small love affair unravel between the Kindred with no gender and the freak they had to call leader. He had no time for people like that. They were hard to read and often more shady than was comfortable. At least at the sight of them heading towards the car gave Alex the briefest flicker of hope towards leaving and continuing with his original plans. Yet there was little chance of meeting this 'serial killer' without the help of the rest of this little army. He'd hate himself much much later.. [b]"I have four seats in my car. There's very little space in the back but there's four seats."[/b] He sighed, looking between the rest of the bunch. He'd hardly been lumbered with the best of the group but at least they weren't appalling to look at; two of them could even be seen as good looking and then there was the kid. He'd never met a child kindred he'd actually liked, or at least one he could remember. Another sigh passed his lips and he made his way over to the vehicle he'd arrived in. He couldn't help but wish he'd never left his home tonight... A small click, two flashing lights and his car unlocked. "What the fuck am I doing?" He muttered to himself as he dropped into the leather seat behind the wheel, slotting comfortably in the car he'd purchased a few months ago. He enjoyed keeping them in a good condition- it often made buying the newest model a little cheaper. Alex pushed his fingers along the bridge of his nose for a moment, already regretting the entire evening. He felt burdened. As if he was forced to look after siblings whilst the rest of his friends disappeared to the best party of the year. He dropped his hands as soon as the others arrived, pulling up his guard again. What he'd give to be playing some other sort of game at the moment. There'd been that blonde the other week- No! He had to focus, at least for now. - Alex jolted his attention over to Nessa when she climbed into the car. He wasn't expecting her to be so cheery. She was like sunlight shining through a crack in the blinds, totally unwanted and unwelcome. "Thanks.." He muttered, trying to force himself to get along with her. He hadn't really dealt with any other kindred in a long time. They were mostly food to him or passing faces, occasionally disagreeing with his choice of having a mortal job. He hadn't ever really cared, they were a drug to him, nothing more. Alex turned over to watch Nessa, judging her strength. She looked much younger than he was. Possibly no more than a decade in her current state. He could have been wrong, he wasn't always the best judge of character. His ears pricked her question about his music tastes. It was hard to answer, not without sounding strange. Music was different for him. It brought the most intoxicating feelings. It was like floating, trance-like.. It made him feel powerful, stronger than almost anyone; although it wasn't true. He never fed without music, it made the experience just that more amazing. His interests changed dramatically over the decades. Drifting towards deep bass pulses, electronic buzzes and the clashing sound that seemed so much like violence. There was no denying he'd spent a few evenings giving in to his most deepest desires listening to the music he felt so close to now. "It's best not to turn the radio on." He commented. "It's a little boring." Alex lied. Perhaps it was association of the music and how he enjoyed listening to it that made concentrating so hard. The last time he pressed play on the stereo her name had been Beth.. Sweet girl, wanted to be an actress, and it wasn't hard making it look like she'd been hit by a car either. His kind may have loved the arts, but those like him were a dark mirror image of their Camarilla siblings, their minds are twisted and warped, and they would often lose themselves watching others suffer, much like their Camarilla siblings lose themselves watching a beautiful painting. Perhaps it was a curse, perhaps not. It was an art form all the same. "Here." Alex muttered, pressing the radio option. At least that way it limited the likelihood of him driving them off the road. The casual chatter of two hosts chatting away to each other about the most trivial of things would keep Nessa off his back. He enjoyed the chatter from time to time, it was always about nothing. The stereo sat happily in the middle of his dashboard, boasting six options including CD, Phone and Maps. Although he'd only ever used two of the six sitting there. He hadn't ever seen the point in maps, it's not like he ever went anywhere. The world was too big to get through in one night.