Alexander sighed and turned back into his human form, he thought it would be best to go find Lucy. So he went to the grave yard, he saw Lucy laying on the arms of a statue. He could tell it was of him, but he wasn't sure why his arms were stretched out infront of him. Was that the way the humans saw him? He thought it was odd really, but he didn't have time to think about. He had to win over the heart of a girl that he was watched die to many times to count, to win over the girl that has lived many lives and has been different in so many ways. He sighed as he stood there, looking at her.