Alexander was trying REALLY hard to act normal. "I... Ummm... yes, I would love to buy a copy!" He said, clearing his throat a bit in embarrassment. Handing the clerk the money, he ignored her comment of "That's quite a lot of ones!" And instead sat down when the famous Emina offered him a seat. Despite being elated to have met her, Alexander was still not used to a normal human interaction that didn't end in death. He was sweating and coughing at odd moments when she decided to ask him yet another question.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Would you like to talk?"</span><br/><br/>~"Damn it! every time I talk to someone I end up eating their soul!"~ He thought to himself silently. Praying to the gods that this would end differently, he was about to open his mouth when he saw ANOTHER drunk driver about to hit the specific window he was seated at. "Shit." He breathed. In a matter of seconds, the glass broke and he did something he had never done in his life...<br/><br/>He leaped in front of the car and stopped it from colliding with Emina. As an added bonus, this meant he saved a store full of books, but why the hell didn't he just jump OUT OF THE WAY! Now he was going to look like a hero, and probably asked where he lived! He couldn't just say, "Nowhere!" Now could he? As the driver sobered up and started muttering apologies to the clerk, none of the humans seemed to have noticed the totaled car's front fender bent in the EXACT shape of Alexander's torso.<br/><br/>Or at least he hoped they didn't notice. Then again he was too scared to care. Running out into the street, he made his way to an alley and changed to his Klaimor state. "Need... Souls!" he rasped. that sprint had taken a lot out of him... Had anyone follo- "Fuck my life..." he muttered, feeling a spirit closing in on him.