The vampire moved only slightly. Had Alexian been human, the subtle way he shifted could have been interpreted as a sigh. Wings that weren't from any bird he knew and a preternaturally quiet whispering. Damn. He stood up, rising easily with a liquid sort of grace, and crept down the rock outcropping. Angel, demon, god, another vampire... someone had disrupted his peace and quiet. They always brought trouble with them too. "Save yourself the work and just go away. I don't want to play any games," he called out, not once looking back.