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Alexia dropped to the ground. The kick had broken something in her chest and it was unbearably painful. She cried out and clutched her ribs. Blood stained the front of her nighty and she bit her bottom lip hard. Compared to the strength behind that man's foot her body was nothing. She then closed her eyes and focused of breathing. It made her feel worthless and weak to do nothing, but she had to stay alive if she wanted to be of any help later. She opened one eye and watched the traitor carefully, cringing every few seconds.

Lance breathed heavily, his mouth set into a firm line. He had been running around the city the past fifteen minutes finding the best location to help but it was all chaos. He leaned against the dark brick wall of a building and tried to concentrate on what information he had gained.

Lexa looked up at Lilith and smirked ruefully. "Yea, I kind of suck at it don't I?" She clenched her teeth in pain but she did not want to worry the girl to much. "Don't Worry, Go with The Mallory and his father." She took her hand off of her side, it was red with blood. She held out the hand to point in the direction the Boy's had gone. A moment later one of Alexia’s boy’s raced down the tunnel to kneel at lexa’s side. “What happened?” He asked slightly out of breath, his clothes were ripped ad it looked like he had been fighting.

The man nodded and held up his wrist to Lexi’s mouth. She took it willingly not worrying that she would take to much. It was clear that he had killed recently. Once she had had enough she let his arm go and wiped her crimson lips. She was a slower healer than most, but her bones were setting steadily, and her lung was replacing the broken cells. "thanks." she said and cringed.
Unlike many female vampires she could still become pregnant, and this gift also meant that she had the slight misfortune of having a weaker body, hers acted mortal in many ways including healing. It was not a mater of blood so much as it was a matter of time.

I snickered. "Yeah, okay, whatever." I listened closely to be sure there were no other people, or creatures, around. "So what is it you need so terribly to ask me, exactly? Wondering what my favorite color is or what I prefer in my dream date?" I laughed at my own sarcasm, wishing I could simply go one sentence without it. "Or maybe that's not it. Maybe you wanted to whisk me away from everyone else so we could take a stroll in the moonlight? Open a bottle of champaign, look in eachother's eyes and realize we were meant to be." I smirked. The world wasn't in the mood for laughter, but I sure was.

"They can't kill him. I would rather attend the battle that destroys our city than attend his funeral." They probably thought I was insane. I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and thought, I guess I am.

I chuckled, but left it on the inside so she could not know that I knew she was totally checking me out. "Dirty." I said plainly with a dumb expression. "Why? Think the lighting on my body might be better there than here?" I couldn't help myself that time. "I have been known to look hot topless.

"It's filthy, smells like urine, oh and it's rated one of the top best places to get mauled. You don't wanna go there." I noticed that her V-necked sweater was sagging down, revealing that 1) she wasn't all that fond of bra's and 2) she was terribly attractive. I almost said something, but didn't, being the selfish person that I am. "Oh unless you were planning a vacation there, in which case I suggest sueing your travel agent."

I smiled and let out a sigh as she pulled up her shirt. "What?" I asked, "Never been this close to a boy before?" I chuckled. "You do know you can't trust me. In the dark. With no supervision." I pulled off my shirt and handed it to her. "Topless." It's not my fault that I like what I like, and when I do, I don't hesitate. Conversations where each person is fully attracted to the other are akward, so I regularly decide to skip them and go right to what everyone's always waiting for.

My face now as red as a freshly grown tomato ready to be picked off of the stem, "That isn't what we're here for, Asher." I threw his shirt aside, keeping the grip on my shirt and a resonable distance from him. I made a habit of it to keep my thoughts locked so that he couldn't pick up on them. "What makes you think I could trust you even if that was the issue. I hardly know you, other than that my sister is obviously head over heels for you," the thoughts I wished to not be heard soon mixed into the conversation. "I don't see why though, from what I've heard you're not exactly the nicest person. Though I guess that's implied being from the other side and what not." I stopped before going on about things that didn't matter at the moment. I hated how distracted I could get from even the simpliest things. I let go my shirt letting it fall back without a second thought and placed myface into the palms of my hands trying to get my thoughts together.