Alexandra was used to waking up alone. Zelman would either be sleeping when she woke up or out and about wreaking havoc on those who didn't expect it, nor deserved it. She was also used to waking up in pain, considering all of the mornings after a rigorous training exercise that would leave every inch of her body aching and screaming, with or without movement.

She was shocked today to not only wake up pain free (seeing as she was brutally beaten) and not alone. She looked to her side and saw a figure slumped in a chair, obviously sleeping. Alexandra couldn't help but notice that when the woman woke up her neck was going to have some serious kinks she'll need to work out. She didn't recognize this woman, nor did she care to. All she cared about was getting out of this place and getting back home where she belonged. She hated it here already. There was too much white.

When she made an effort to move, she noticed a crucial detail. She couldn't. At least not well. Her limbs would start responding later than she would have liked, impairing her attempts at motion greatly. She hissed quietly to herself, not happy in the least that she was stuck here. Fortunately for her, the person on the chair began to move about, showing signs of waking up.

The person in the chair was very obviously a woman, seeing as she was wearing a nurse's uniform and had long black hair. The woman in the seat straightened out her neck and gave Alexandra a long look before her eyes widened in suprise. She burst out of her seat and began looking Alexandra over, much the Alexandra's chagrin. She didn't enjoy being touch by strangers. In fact, she didn't enjoy being touched at all. Growing up with Zelman made her see that touch was pointless and only served as a persuasive tool. That's how he treated it, so that's how she was going to treat it. Therefore, being touched was not one of her favorite things.

Alexandra let her finish her inspection, seeing as it was probably of importance to know the state of the clients body, but she still fidgeted. When the nurse finish she gave Alexandra another look, causing the young blond to quirk up a brow. The nurse bowed her head quickly.

"Forgive me miss, we just did not expect you to be up so soon." Said the nurse, who Alexandra was finding to be very bad at eye contact. Even when she raised her head from the bow she made an effort to look at everything else in the room. Alexandra inspected herself, making sure nothing was odd, out of place or embaressing. Everything seemed to be intact, so she blamed the nurse's personality for the weary glances.

"Miss Clock, are you human?" Alexandra was taken aback by this question. Not only by it's bluntness, but by what she was accusing her of.

"As far as I am concerned I am, unless something happened to me in my sleep?" The nurse shook her head vigorously, making Alexandra wonder how this woman managed to get this job with such poor social skills. Something told her that the nurse's normal personality was affected by the mere thought that Alexandra was not human.

"You see, Miss Clock..." The nurse seemed to be searching for the right words, while Alexandra felt herself both annoyed and flattered that on every file her last name still read 'Clock,' instead of some random name that popped into Zelman's mind. Not only did it make her feel close to him, it relieved the fear that he would stick her with a riduculous last name that she wouldn't have been fond of. On the other hand, it looks odd sharing a name with an eight hundred year old vampire.

"You're injuries are all healed. There isn't a scratch on you, and you were just brought in on the brink of death hours ago. We expected you to be asleep for at least another twenty four hours." This shocked Alexandra into silence. She had thought something like this might happen, but she thought this many years ago, when she thought all of the stories were nothing but fairytales. Of course at that time, she was under the impression that vampires didn't exist either, but that didn't aid her racing heart that threatened to beat right out of her chest and onto the floor. It couldn't be. She couldn't actually be one of those, could she?

"Oh my!" The nurse exclaimed, bringing Alexandra out of her thoughts. "I must call Sayuka to let Lord Zelman know you're awake. He was very worried about you." Alexandra scoffed. He just wanted to make sure his property wasn't damaged.

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The next morning Zelman was cursing the sun with every fiber of his being in retaliation the the headache that was causing him to become even more irritable than he was to begin with. While this was a later time in the day (10:00-ish) for redbloods, it was rather late for him and he wasn't happy. Still, he needed to go see Alexandra and make sure she was alright and see if she knew anything about the people who attacked her. He walked into the hospital, making a beeline for the room he remembered her to be in. He went to turn the door knob when he heard a voice. Not just one voice, but more than that. If he had to guess he'd say about five men were in the room.

"C'mon Alex don't let a couple cuts and bruises slow you down!"

"Yea! Demand to be discharged and if that don't work you can just walk right out."

"You look great for someone who supposedly got the crap beaten out of them."

"Who did it?"

"We'll take care of them for you." The distinctive sound of knuckles cracking could be heard, followed by a soft giggle. That was a foreign noise to him. It wasn't a mischevious giggle, laced with the promise of an unpleasant experience. This was pure and genuine. She sounded happy that they were all there to talk to her.

She had never been so excited with him.

And did one of those guys call her Alex? Her full name is Alexandra, use it. He growled a bit to himself before completely letting go of the doorknob and letting his hand fall to his side. She never asked him to call her Alex. She never giggled like that for him. She never wanted anything to do with him, and he was starting to feel an abnormal and unadulterated feeling over take him. He gripped his shirt, for the sake of gripping somthing, and looked back at the door and what was on the other side. He could see the scene in his head. They were probably from the supression team. They probably knew more about her than he did. She probably liked them more than him.

She probably loved one of them.

Zelman turned on his heel and began walking away, vowing to talk to her later that night. He couldn't do it right now. Right now he wanted to hurt something, and he was scared that if he were in the same room as her, he might even hurt her. He cursed under his breath as he left just as quickly as he came, wondering what this feeling was bubbling up inside him. While he wanted to deny it for as long as possible, but he knew the truth deep down. He had felt it enough times before to understand.

As much as he hated to admit it, he was jealous. He was jealous everytime she was with someone else that wasn't him. He was jelous of those men who made her happy when he couldn't. He was jealous that they called her Alex, when he still called her Alexandra. The way that man had said it made it sound so personal, but he sounded so cold and distant. He hated it.

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Alexandra didn't know how she knew he was there, she just did. She felt him make his way to her door, stop right outside, and leave just as quickly as he came. When he left, she felt feelings wash over her that she knew weren't hers, but were his. Trying to push them to the back of her mind she continued to smile at her teamates that came to make her feel better.

They were all great guys. Takumi was the tallest and also the best shot. He had striking blue eyes and blonde hair that he spiked when he went out socially. In regards to looks over all she would rank him pretty high, seeing as he was lean and built, with strong facial features and a great smile, but to her he wasn't really interesting looking, but she liked him the most. He was easy to talk to.

Next was Akito. He liked to say he was the same height as Takumi, when he knew it wasn't the case. While Takumi was a good height of 6'2, Akito was only 6'0. He was almost as good a shot too, and almost as fast. Akito and Takumi were like brothers, and that showed in the way that Takumi was always better, and the way Akito always tried to be on the same level. Akito had black hair and hard grey eyes, contradicting his jovial personality.

Katashi was the middle guy. While as tall as Takumi, he wasn't nearly as good. Takumi was the best soldier until she came along (not that they were bitter or anything). Everyone on the team aspired to be as good as Takumi, now they had a new goal-Alexandra. She wasn't sure what his natural hair color was, seeing as he changed it ever month, but at the moment it was a bleach eyes matched Akito's in color but were much softer. In this particular group of friends, no one was awkward around him, seeing as they had been together for so long that they just didn't pay attention to the fact that he was gay.

Last were the two brothers, Yasuo and Hitoshi. They were twins, and were kind of a pain to tell apart. They were easy to mix up when they had their helmets on, but when they were off it was a lot easier. One dyed his hair different colors (right now it was a deep red), while the other had his natural light brown color. When they put their helmets on she couldn't see their hair, so she would shout out things like "Twin closest to the door." They would usually say their name, clearing things up for a little but until they started moving again and she would lose track. They had brown eyes.

They were all in their early twenties and all very protective, acting as if she was their little sister, and making her feel very loved but also just as suffocated as she had felt with Zelman, but they didn't think they could tell her what to do much like Zelman did. She wasn't going to lie, living without Zelman was not only a little boring but also a little sad. As annoyed as she was with his lack of compassion, it didn't stop her from loving him. It never did before and she was still a hormonal teenage girl, making things worse.

"Hey, Alex? What's wrong?" Alexandra snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Katashi, who was looking at her with a worried look. She tried to smile, but he wasn't buying it. She wasn't sure if it was because of his sexual orientation or what, but he was always the best at telling when something was bothering her, and he always knew when it had to do with Zelman. They all knew about her and Zelman, how he found her in Hong Kong, how he practically raised her, how he had no idea what feelings were or how to feel them, and how her own feelings' development had been stunted by spending all of her time with him. Katashi could see the look on her face and nodded.

"Hey guys," he said, interupting the boys who were talking about beating the living crap out of the guy they found guilty for hurting her. "We should get going. Alex is probably exhausted." They all gave her a glance before turning and heading to the door with a steady stream of good-byes and get-better-soons. She sighed and layed back on the bed, wondering when they'd let her out, seeing as she was healed up already.

She had to figure out what to do with Zelman. Obviously their current ways of life were going to change but she just couldn't figure out how. Now that she knew the stories she had read in her parents' books were true and to top it all off, she was one of them. She was one of that bloodline, the one that had to guide lost souls or something like that. She knew she had the same mark on her stomach but she thought her parents wrote it, making her feel important and actually wanted until it dawned on her that they were fake. Now she knew the truth, and now that she's embraced it, she knew exactly who her lost sould was and she hated it.

How was she supposed to fix Zelman?