I let out a huff as I walked down the forest.

I was such a loud mouth! Damn, I knew I had a tendency to blabber and stall when nervous, but to flatly say something like that because he pissed me off?

I never did things like that! Ever! I am a nice person, goddamit.

How rude of me. It's all Boris' fault though. That guy pushed the wrong buttons, I swear. He just kept on talking and talking about how much he loved Alice. Yeah, right. He only liked her because she was his first real possession, everything else was given to him because he had a role. Stupid cat. I was out of line, but then again, so was he. You can't just directly insult someone (even if you do have a distaste for them,) and especially if they're right infront of you (I'm a rather big hypocrite)!

"Alex," A smooth voice called, breaking my mental ranting.

I knew who that voice belonged to.

Question was, why the fuck was he here?

"Blood," I replied after a quick sigh. I turned around and saw the dark haired man standing there, alone. What, no Elliot today?

"What are you doing out here, hm?" He took a few small, yet noticeable steps towards me.

Doing my best not to pull a face because of his face, I gritted my teeth, "I can ask you the same question."

Said face changed from a smile to a slight  smirk, with an eyebrow raised, "You really do have a dislike for me, don't you? I assure you, I am very different to that man."

Unconsciously, I let out a scoff.

"Alex--" I huffed and barged past him, "I'm slightly busy right now, so if you have any business with me, you'll have to catch me another time."

Then all of a sudden, a strong grip on my wrist caused me to look back. In an attempt to pull free, I somehow made him think I wanted to be closer. That or he was acting on his own will; which was the more... Bloodly thing to do.

"As a matter of fact," He whispered, causing me to shiver.

Shiver?

With what? Fear? Pleasure? Confusion? Get it together, Alex! You're not exactly the straightest boy, but you are most definitely not a masochist!

A quiet mewl was released (Goodness, I fucking mewled because of Blood Dupre) as his grip intensified, "I do have business with you."

About to reply, I hastily force myself out of his grasp (doing my best to ignore the pain I had just inflicted on myself) as I saw a red cap in the distance. Dum. Thank God for Dum, bringing me back to my senses.

"I'll repeat myself, just this once; You'll have to catch me another time."

He slowly closed his hand, as if trapping the little warmth that my wrist had emitted in a cage made out of his fingers.

Blood licked his lips, and they then formed a smirk. "And I'll repeat my self, just this once; Stop by at the mansion."

Within a blink he was standing infront of me, leaning so close that I could actually  feel his warm breath against me, "I'll be waiting, Alex."

I nod silently when I realise just how close he was.

Too damn close!

Just like Castiel invades Dean's space! Except Blood isn't a cute angel, he's more like a demon! And he's not inlove with me, nor I him.

Blood soon leaves after smiling at me one last time, and then makes his way to wherever he was going.

Fuck.

Now I have to eventually go to the Hatters Mansion.