hear me now. ( alexi! )

[lissa hyland]

Lissa was furious. Everything seemed to be going wrong today. She'd gotten to school earlier than usual to tutor some girl in chemistry. And what had she seen? Her boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, getting hot and heavy with the girl she'd been supposed to tutor. Well, she could fail chemistry for all Lissa cared. And her ex-boyfriend, he could rot in hell. Wasn't Lissa enough? She was pretty--or at least, she thought so. And Lissa most definitely had a...nice personality. And yet, he'd still chosen to cheat on her with some stupid girl. Ugh. And now here Lissa was, hours later, stalking down the hallway, still furious. She'd left school then, only to come back near the end of third period. Why'd she even come back? Because school is important to humans. A voice told her. Lissa scoffed; she knew that. She'd been a human once...though, back then, school hadn't been very important. Actually, she hadn't really been to school...just simple homeschooling from her parents. Glancing up at a clock, Lissa frowned. She still had ten minutes or so until the bell rang. The vampire hadn't bothered to check in with the office, as you were supposed to when you were late. She'd been here before, so why'd it matter?

She looked up again. Eight minutes. Why did time have to pass so damn slow? It wasn't like she could just walk into the class she was supposed to be in. Well, she could, but then she'd have to explain why she didn't have a pass and why she'd skipped the first two classes. Lissa just didn't want to deal with that. So threw her backpack to the ground and sunk down beside it with a loud sigh. Sitting cross-legged, Lissa eyed a younger student as they walked down the hallway. They were obviously avoiding eye contact with her, not that Lissa cared. She figured it was probably odd enough she was sitting on the floor. Blowing her hair out of her face, she glanced at the clock again--five minutes left. Ever so slowly, the minutes trickled by, until the bell finally rung. Lissa jumped up with a grin, glancing around as her classmates began flooding out into the hallways. Lissa waved to a friend of hers as she headed the opposite direction Lissa would be heading, and said hello to another. Then, as she began to head towards Chemistry, she froze. Lissa had Chemistry with them. They'd probably be all buddy-buddy; that girl would be sitting her her seat next to her ex-boyfriend. If she didn't have good control over her temper, Lissa would probably killed them earlier, even over something as little as cheating. Well, that certainly wasn't 'little' in her mind. But anyways, Lissa wasn't sure if she wanted to sit through that class after what had happened earlier. She really did need to get to class, though... Frowning, Lissa trudged down the hall towards Chemistry. Lissa could just ignore them and sit next to a friend. She didn't have to think about them, or even acknowledge their existence.

There was no point in being anything other than happy, really. So she replaced that frown with a rather bright smile and caught up to a friend, pulling them aside. They immediately asked about Lissa's break-up; she grimaced and shook her head, changing the subject with a simple piece of gossip. Lissa could spread rumors better than the average teen, thanks to her better hearing. Maybe it wasn't a nice thing, but it made her feel...normal. As normal as she could get being a vampire, anyways. After chatting with the girl for a minute or so, they parted ways and Lissa just stood there, watching the students as they passed. And she wondered, did any have any idea of the various creatures that roamed their hallways? Probably not; they were a rather ignorant species. She'd been one, after all.

[Alexi Bidlyatenov (Charon)]

"I'm tired," Alexi said quietly as he got another question wrong. It was a poor excuse and it earned a few odd glances from his classmates, the pale vampire only looked downwards at his lithe perfect fingers, the nails frozen in time, never to grow again. His normally red eyes shrouded by blue contact lenses. He still marvelled at his ability to keep himself from ripping all these humans to pieces in a fit of darkness rage, their organs littering the halls, their mouths open in silent screams of terror, their- His thinking was interrupted with a large booted foot hitting the back of his chair pitching him forward slightly, he still managed to move gracefully, his black hair shifting forwards, his hands gripping the table with a seemingly powerful grip that stopped him flying completely over his table into the person in the front of him. He'd gotten used to being kicked in the back. The one guy that had punched him in the face had been nursing a broken hand for six months and shattered knuckles that would never repair. He didn't know why he got picked on. That was just the way it worked. It was his hair, his eyes, his skin, his style, the way he walked, the way he looked at people.

They just didn't like him. He was used to it. Most people didn't like him, it wasn't anything personal it was subconscious, he represented a predator, a predator that worked primarily through the dark, something that he found humans hated. The bell rang and he began to pack his books away receiving the obligatory shove from his bully, that he took with an almost amused sense of routine, he finished and wrapping the worn strap of his bag round his shoulder he walked out of the door into the crowded hallway, whistling slightly to himself a habit that his peers didn't enjoy anymore than they enjoyed looking at him or spending time with him for that matter. He liked too whistle though. He had an iPod but he had come into this world years before the first wireless radio let alone the first iPod, so despite living in a new age he still had some sort of link to his past by the whistling, singing the folk songs he could remember blurrily from a very haphazard childhood.

Everything seemed to be going well as the long black haired teenager walked down the hallway, he couldn't help but notice that people were looking behind him and giggling, he just kind of ignored it, he didn't get paranoid about things and he found that overreacting just made him even less liked than he already was, besides he didn't want to burst out into a stuttering rage that would probably end up on youtube within hours of it happening, that didn't sound enjoyable at all. His blue eyes, piercing in their ability to stare almost through people were fixed on the ground as he tried his best to keep his head down. More people were giggling and laughing as he walked past but he couldn't really tell why, someone was definitely behind him but he didn't want to turn around, that'd be problematic, turning round into a punch would cause someone a serious accident, a serious, bloody accident. He was glad he'd fed recently, he could hurt someone. He didn't want that. That'd ruin the little self-imposed illusion he was under that he could try and be human and go to school and not want to kill th-.

His thoughts were once again interrupted something was running down his face, was it blood? He couldn't smell blood, it was milk. Cow's milk. Cold, rancid milk, it was disgusting to smell, even moreso because of his very sensitive nose and as some got in his mouth he spat it on the floor and cried out slightly. It tasted even worse than he thought it would, he could feel solid lumps touching his scalp and he cried out again and stood there milk pouring through the thick and thin strands marking white, thick, runny trails for other droplets to follow Alexi was paralysed, he didn't know what to do, what to say, all he could hear was laughter, so much laughter, he could feel more milk dripping down his face onto his clothes, his clothes. his eyebrows furrowed but that only provided a path for something to drip onto his jacket, more laughter, someone said something and he just looked down and stood there covered in disgusting, stinking, rancid milk.

"I..." he just looked around slightly at the laughing faces "I.. I..." he didn't know even what to say. Someone said something but he couldn't quite make it out. He growled, the lights flickered slightly but then he quickly regained control. Nobody had noticed the lights but he had for a second he thought the darkness shell was going to wrap around him. That would be bad. Very bad. Too bad for a group of misguided teenagers he wondered to himself he just stood there and shook his head slightly he felt more of the thick liquid on his skin and he almost retched. "I....."

[lissa hyland]

Lissa heard giggling, growing in volume...or maybe voices? She started edging her way slowly towards the sound, completely forgetting about her need to get to class. Maybe she'd get to see something interesting, something that would give her something to talk about later with her friends. And when she finally saw it, Lissa was quite surprised to see milk being poured over a boy's head. She actually smelt it first, and nearly recoiled at the disgusting smell. Lissa had never liked the taste nor smell of milk, and having the smell intensified by her vampire senses was just terrible. Who wanted to drink something that came from an animal, anyways? Gross.

It was then she realized the boy was a vampire, which surprised her further. Why didn't he do something? He was just letting them laugh. Come on, do something, she willed him silently. With a sigh, Lissa wrinkled her nose. They were all fucking inconsiderate idiots. Bullying was so old-fashioned, and besides, wasn't it supposed to be all online now? By the second, she found herself getting angrier. Why did some people have to be so stupid? Couldn't they just leave each other around? Lissa sighed, and walked over to the commotion, her lips pursed. She stood in front of the rather odd boy (there weren't many people at school dressed like him, after all) before turning towards the larger man who'd decided to be a bully and pour that milk. Lissa breathed out slowly, looking up at him. Goodness, he was huge--at least a foot taller than Lissa, but she didn't let that intimidate her. Before she really registered what she was doing, she had her hand in the air--Careful! She had to nearly scream at herself before continuing; slapping the hell out of the taller boy. It hadn't been hard enough to make him bleed, but definitely hard enough to leave an imprint. Lissa wasn't going to just let someone get away with what he did without doing something, and she wasn't sure words alone were enough. "Don't do that again." Lissa said, her voice nearly at a growl.

Ignoring him, Lissa turned so she was facing the vampire, and bit her lip. She was pretty sure his hair would stink if he didn't get that out soon. "Um, I'll help you get cleaned up, okay?" Lissa told him, hoping he wouldn't be put off by the idea. She didn't really know him, but still, she took his hand and started to lead him to a bathroom--shoot, there wasn't a guy's bathroom on this hall. Tossing an uneasy smile over her shoulder, Lissa pushed the bathroom door open, and after seeing no one was inside, locked the door behind them. She hoped he wasn't too happy being inside a girl's bathroom, but then again, wouldn't he just want to get cleaned up? "I don't really know your name..." Lissa muttered, looking towards the floor then back up towards him with a friendly smile. "I'm Lissa Hyland."

She then looked around, realizing there wasn't much to clean up a head full of milk. A locker room would have been more sufficient, but she hadn't thought of that. A sink would be enough, right? Lissa rocked on her feet for a moment, looking at the sinks. "Err...If you don't mind, you could put your head under the skin and I can help wash the milk out. If you'd like me to." Lissa told him, a bit nervous. Oh God, what if he didn't want her to help? And she'd locked them in the bathroom? Talk about embarrassing.

[Alexi Bidlyatenov (Charon)]

Alexi didn't even know what was going on, it took him barely two seconds to brush milk off his jacket, off his shirt, he didn't even know what to do. What should he do? he stood there momentarily still shocked from the smell, the rotten smell, the disgusting smell that seemed to creep from his hair into his nose and grip his nostrils tightly in it's disgusting grasp. He couldn't take it, he had to do something. The lights flickered again and he fought to regain control of himself, he couldn't lose control. He couldn't lose control. Not here, not now. A student looked up as a bulb went out for a second and then came back on. The sunlight that drifted through the windows and doors seemed to light well enough but Alexi knew he'd have the space and the time to kill them. Hurt them. Make them feel bad like he felt bad.

But that wouldn't be right. That'd be wrong, no matter how much he wanted to tear his bullies, their friends and the people around him to pieces, he could make them fear the dark again. He only heard more laughter though, it only drove his low confidence down further and further, he couldn't see himself ever recovering from this, he'd be known forever as the kid that got Mike Easton's rotten milk poured in his hair and he didn't like that at all, it didn't sound very nice, he just wanted to leave. He just wanted to get out of there and never come back, never look back, never even think about it. He just wanted to bury his head, the unnaturally beautiful eyes seemed to blink a few times as if repressing tears, he couldn't make tears, if he could they'd be flowing through the lumps of whatever it was that clung to those beautiful defined cheekbones.

He just wanted to be in the forest, the dark, lonely forest where none of these people could bother him or make him hurt, or want to cry or wish he was human enough that his non-functioning tearducts could just open and allow him to let it all go, he wanted to scream and throw people around and whip them into pieces with his darkness arms and pull the-... His inner raging and therefore his surprise and shock had been interrupted, a girl had stepped upto Mike Easton and slapped him. Hard. Hard enough to leave a mark and the boy just stood there dumbfounded all six foot and two hundred pounds of him was completely shocked by the random girl's actions. As was the crowd who soon began to laugh at the boy's dumbfounded face as well as watching slightly attentively as the girl dragged Alexi into the girl's bathroom.

He was much too surprised to do anything other than go along with what she wanted, especially after she'd stuck up for him the way she had, it was nice. He felt a little warmth at the bottom of his chest, it was a nice feeling, it didn't make him feel any better about the whole milk in his lustrous black hair, but he felt strangely wanted, at least one person wanted his company. He watched the girl lock the door behind her and look at him a little pitifully, he didn't like pity. He wasn't someone that liked pity or thought he should get it from others. He wanted some genuine kindness for a change, she looked kind. All pretty smiles and brown hair and beautiful eyes. She smelled like a vampire but she looked like a human. It was odd. Very odd, was she going out with a vampire? he didn't think so, he hadn't seen any round school. He'd have to ask when he'd cleaned his hair. He'd have to be discreet about it.

He opened his mouth to speak but found it as usual silent, he simply nodded as she offered her name he said his back in a slightly wavering, innocent tone "Alexi." was all he could get out, not wanting to say his really long second name, it was hard enough to get that one word without destroying it with his stutter "T-t-t-t-th-thankyou," the word took him seconds to say, he must've been pretty surprised by the milk and the smell was starting to stick to him. "T-t-that'd be n-nice," he leaned his head under the sink and turned the water on allowing the fouling smelling liquid to wash out of his hair slightly. "I t-t-think you might have to h-h-help me,"

[lissa hyland]

She had to wonder why she hadn't really seen the boy for, save for a couple of times in the hallway. Maybe even a class or two. He definitely stood out; he wasn't all that hard to spot in a hallway either. Lissa figured she was too concentrated on keeping her 'cover', or disguise, to realize there was yet another vampire in the school.Then again, he wasn't exactly the sort of person she tended to associate with here in Forks...he certainly didn't fit into the circle of friends she had. Lissa didn't really speak to many other people besides them. But then again, she had a lot of them.

Grinning at the drawn-out thanks, Lissa nodded. "You're quite welcome, Alexi." She told him, shrugging slightly as if to also say 'no problem'. Alexi--now that was a name she hadn't heard on a guy before. She'd heard of Alex and Alexis on guys, though the latter was a lot time ago, but his name was rather unique. Kind of interesting as well; it definitely didn't sound American. Then again, neither did he. Was he some sort of eastern European? Perhaps she'd ask about it later, when he didn't have milk drying in his hair. Lissa was so deep in her thoughts, she took a second to realize Alexi had said something else.

"Oh! Yeah, of course. That was sort of the plan." Lissa smiled sweetly, trying not to laugh at the rather odd sight. After all, there was a tall boy leaned over a sink, his black hair looking rather...odd. She couldn't really find the right word to describe that mess of hair and milk. It was certainly a curious sight, but... Lissa stopped thinking about that, wondering just what she was getting at. Just as she moved her hands forward to help him, she stopped. This might be rather awkward, washing someone's hair (and someone she barely knew). It will only be awkward if you make it awkward. Right.

So she continued her action, gently helping him wash out the milk. He sure has a lot of hair, Lissa thought to herself. Maybe even more than she did. It was kind of hard to tell. After a couple more minutes, Lissa took her hands off his head and grabbed a paper towel, drying her hands. The smell of disgusting milk was still in the air, but that could've just been left over...she was pretty sure all or most had gotten out of his hair. "I think it's all out." Lissa proclaimed rather happily. She stepped back, waiting for him to stand up. Though, she did wonder if they'd have to dry his hair. And all they had was paper towels...it could work, she supposed. Or he could just not dry his hair. Lissa didn't really mind either way.