Alex checked his watch. Time always seemed to escape him. He had no classes that morning, so he just had to remember to meet Victoria at lunch time. 10am. He should probably start getting ready.
After microwaving another cup of blood, to keep him going, he showered quickly, and changed into some lighter clothes than yesterday. It was a couple of degrees warmer, and there was no sign of rain ahead.
He spritzed some cologne and then headed out the door, locking up behind him.
He had only a day left before the massacre. Today he would need to be strategic. Today he would need to convince Victoria to leave the college.
He knew they would attack at night, it was the time when they were at their peak, and people were more vulnerable.
His only idea was to convince Victoria to stay at his overnight. He had a spare room, he never knew when he would need one, and so it would be easy enough, logistically.
His only thought now was of her safety, and he found himself wondering whether it was because of Illyad's description of her, or because he cared, far more than he ought to about someone he would outlive by a very long time...

He approached the area where he had met her the previous day, and saw her reading a book. He smiled to himself. Did he expect anything less.
He hovered for a moment, before approaching, smiling at her like a fool, until he realised what he must look like. He shook his head to clear it, and stepped toward the bench.
"Good morning!" He called, cheerily.