A/n: I'm so incredibly sorry for not updating like I said I would... I got so caught up in school, thanksgiving, dance, and this one extremely attractive sophomore that I had literally no time to update.

I'm not too sure how I feel about this one, it's more of a filler just to get an update in along with add some more background to the story and their relationship.

Alex's POV

I rest my head on the rattling window as my heat radiates, fogging up the train's windows in contrast to the cool outdoors. Mitchie has been taken to another cabin for "shower time". Oh how badly I want to join he- 'snap out of it Alex' I silently scold myself. There are too many thoughts flooding my head to process, my canine instincts going haywire in the sudden change of a brand new atmosphere. I feel my hands start to shake as my grip on the couch tightens, a sudden knock at the cabin door makes me jump in my seat. Eventually I get on steady footing, retract my claws and go to open the door. As the door cracks open I glance up into familiar chocolate-colored orbs. Weren't they red just a few hours ago? "Hey," Mitchie interrupts my thoughts "how you feeling?"

"I've been better" I reply as I let out a breath I hadn't realized i'd been holding.

"I... that... what you did back there... that was really brave" she makes her way over to me and I feel the couch sink as she sits down, her skin making contact with mine. I notice what looks like confusion flicker across her face real quick as she shivers slightly.

Mitchie's POV

I had just made my way over to what looked like a very distraught Alex's cabin, my emotions were on full blast - and talking to her, the girl I had only just met yesterday, however seemingly can't leave my mind, as if we had some former connection that had just been brought back - probably wouldn't help much, but the thought of knowing that we would be forced to talk soon enough kept me going. I weakly raise my hand to the door and let out a small knock. I hear some shuffling before the door is slowly opened, and her eyes once again meet mine. Black as twilight, full of an essence of mysterious rebellion, yet a soothing quality that makes you melt on the spot. I'm quick to break the silence as I know she won't be speaking up anytime soon. "Hey," I choke out "how you feeling?" although I knew the answer, I was concerned about her nevertheless.

She clears her throat and lets out a weak-sounding "I've been better". She lets go of a breath and I do the same as I plop down next to her on the uncomfortable District 3-made couch. My forearm rubs against hers and I immediately feel as if I had made direct contact with fire. What the hell? I think to myself I know i'm naturally cold-blooded but i've touched humans before... and they are not that freaking hot I let out an unintentional shiver at the contact and notice she had done the same, as if my own temperature had been a shock to her too. Thoughts overwhelm my mind and I feel my vampire-instinct alarm go off, meaning that i'm either in the situation where someone wants me as their prey, or I am with such an enemy that I want them as my prey. She isn't a wer- 'no that's impossible' I interrupt my own mind and laugh at the thought of me even considering Alex to be a werewolf I'm the only mythical being on these grounds, and it's been that way for years I reassure myself as my eyes wander down to the deep scar on my forearm now connecting with hers, before darkness enters my mind and i'm taken back to the dark ages.

flashback

Pellets of rain bounce off of my slick skin as it soaks into Alexandra's fur. She let out a low growl as she precociously circles me, looking left and right for any other vampire to make her next meal. I let blood soak to my eyes as their color changed from my normal chocolate-brown to an alarming red. Being a vampire, I use others' eyes as a sort of window, looking past them and gaining access to their mind and thoughts. As I glare into Alexandra's eyes I noticed no window, instead a mere pit of black - almost like a roadblock to her brain. "So Alexandra," I drawl out her name and lace it with the slightest hint of venom clashing with pure wittiness "we meet again". As I chuckle she lets out an even deeper growl, making me stop in my tracks for the slightest second but then making a quick recovery - Michelle Torres, vampire, was not one to get scared or let down her cool. I feel a warm gust of air on my face as she inches closer, breathing heavier and louder out of that oversized snout.

She parts her lips slightly and her fangs shine bright and clear "Unfortunate to see you again, Michelle" she spits out as she mimics my tone.

A look of amusement flickers across my face "So wolfie has some humor too, does she?"

She lunges forward and levels her head with mine "Damn right I do. Don't get too excited, bat."

I hiss and take a step closer to the werewolf "Even in bat form I'd finish you off in a matter of seconds."

"I'm done with small talk. You- your... your... kind" she spits out, emphasizing us vampires "hurt my tribe - my pack - my family." I scoff but she quickly shoots back "You destroyed everything that meant anything to me," her chest grows heavy as her breathing speeds up and her pit black eyes go from pure emptiness - to pure anger. "And now..." she inches forward, her paws seeping into the mud, crunching the rain-stained grass underneath her hundreds of pounds of muscle, weight and fur "...it's your turn to suffer" at that she lunges in my direction, a paw stretched forward extended claws and all. She swipes at my face, I feel a sharp pain jolt into the side of my cheek before connecting with my jaw. I reach a hand up to my face and feel a cool, damp liquid glaze my hand and the all-too-familiar smell of blood, my blood. Alexandra goes in for a second lunge, her jaw now wide open and sporting her hundreds of razor-sharp teeth - my vampire instincts kick in and I swiftly dodge the attack, before pouncing onto her and gaining the strength to grab her neck in a head lock and then turning my attention to her tail, using it as some sort of attachment to flip her on her back and pin her down. She fights back, managing to change positions and lashing out at me again. She had just grazed my forearm, but I felt a sudden and blazing enough pain to know that it wouldn't be just a little scratch to patch up. My adrenaline mixed with my sudden crave for wolf bloodtakes over as I re-pin her to the ground before resting my eyes on her thick mane and going in for the kill. My fangs to extend and tear through her fur, reaching the skin of her neck and setting my mouth over a well-flowing pulse spot. My crave for blood mixed with the hatred of the wolf kind finishes her off in no more than a minute - or so I had thought.

end flashback

Again this chapter was iffy, i'm so sorry about that. I'm going to keep my word and update within a week, (: R/R please & thank you, because it means so much to me :D

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