So long as the music changed, that was all that mattered to Alex. He was already getting desperate, everyone here was just making it worse. He could barely stand it. It wasn't the usual hunger that lingered in all Kindred, but the rumbling lust that dwelled inside the worst of any junkie. That same lust that drove most to theft and murder for another hit. It would be living hell hanging out with this lot until they caught this bastard. They had to destroy him soon, ideally before sunrise yet chances were it would be days until one of them caught wind of this idiot. Alex was going to rip his neck open for the shit he'd caused him. That was all that sick prick deserved- the similarity tickled Alex a little. At least when Alex killed it looked like freak accidents. 

Alex jumped a little and turned his attention to the two girls. Shifting his eyes back to the road, two eyes rolled in their sockets and focused back on the road. Dawn drove like a psychopath. There was nothing attractive about a bad driver. Sure, there was something about going fast that melted mortals but dodging traffic attractive nothing but the wrong sort. The blonde flipped the indicator and turned the corner, without making a fool of himself and disrupting the flow of the world.. He turned once again and spotted Dawn's car- psycho bitch. The change again left Alex feeling a little off guard. He shot Nessa a quick glance and concluded she was having far too much fun making him feel uncomfortable. He rolled his shoulders and turned the sound back down again. He wouldn't have felt guilty making her walk the rest of the way there. 

He continued down the road and pulled up against the curb, making sure to park a little further back from behind Dawn's car. There was no doubting the freak would take the chance to piss him off more by smashing up his car. He turned the engine off and sat quietly for a second before sliding out of the car. He opened the back door and waited for Erinion to climb out the back seat. It wasn't a sign of friendship but an attempt at making allies. Little Miss Loopy probably wasn't going to be a threat to him in combat but he had the feeling she knew a little too much already. Then there was the walking corpse. Margarita seemed overly cautious of him, whether that was himself making assumptions or the truth, he didn't know. A small dose of healthy paranoia had saved him in the past, more than once. He shut the door behind the small vampire and set his alarm once Nessa was out. She would be worthwhile trying to forge an alliance with but there was the matter of how annoying she seemed to be.

Alex chose to ignore the fake greetings and phony pleasantries. He followed the group down into the home and felt a hospital vibe from the walls and floor. There was no way Dawn would have ever been able to keep the carpet spotless. He let his attention drift about, taking a moment to admire the expensive furniture. Aside from the hauntingly disturbing feeling he couldn't quite shake from his mind, Alex almost felt at home. He even had the same model TV.