#7 in vampire
#1 in queen
The world has gotten boring to him after living for many centuries, through many generations.
He thought of it as a curse. His gift was anything but a gift, in his opinion.
He loved killing people. He always has. He enjo...
They had been driving for a while. Dahlia was twiddling with a rubick's cube in the passenger seat and Alexander was driving carefully.
"I'm bored." Dahlia sighed and threw her toy in the back seat.
"We can stop to get something to eat." Alexander suggested.
"Oh, can we try something local?! Wait, do they eat cats? I heard that somewhere around here they eat sharks, cats, dogs, bugs and even crickets! Can you imagine eating a cricket! That is so gross." She laughed excitedly.
"I think you're talking about China but a few hundred years ago." He laighed along with her as he pulled up to a restaurant on the side of the road.
It seemed empty enough for them to dine inside.
It had been two days on the road and Dahlia was already loosening up to him. He was trying his best to make her holidays fun.
It was also two days 'til Christmas. He felt horrible for ruining her birthday by having to clean an old house and then having to leave it before they even got to enjoy it, so he promised himself to make it up to her.
He had fireworks in his trunk and everything he might need for camping. They were driving to the deserts of Australia, where they could see the Milky way clearly due to no light pollution and the fireworks would hopefully be beautiful for New Year's.
He was excited and nervous, two feelings he hadn't felt in a while.
He entered the restaurant after Dahliaa, having opened the door for her.
She went straight to the counter and looked at their menu.
The vampire employee was obviously in awe of the vixen in front of him.
Thanatos made it known who she belonged to when Alexander's eyes were replaced with blood red. The aura escaping him was poisonous, leaving every vampire in the diner wondering who the strange man with silver hair was.
Dahlia, of course, didn't notice a thing. He sometimes wondered how she could be so clueless, knowing her family trained her to be the exact opposite.
"I'll have the chocolate chip pancakes with chocolate syrup on top and a cherry milkshake. What would you like, Alex?" She turned to him with bright eyes.
"Coffe." He answered shortly. He loved the nickname, but didn't comment on it.
"Black, with milk, creamer, sugar, honey or what? You can't be so vague, it's hard enough for us baristas." She scolded him.
"A vanilla cappucino and two packets of sugar." He glared at the scared employee.
"I thought you were a 'strong black, no sugar' type of guy." She giggled at him. She was in a particularly good mood due to the lovely weather outside and the fact that it was almost Christmas.
"Can you also send a gingerbread man with the capuccino?" She asked.
"We're ou-"
"Bring her the damn gingerbread man." Alex snapped.
"Of course, sir." The man squeaked.
The couple walked to a table in the corner, the safest position Alex evaluated.
Their food soon arrived and they both enjoyed it thorougly. The gingerbeard man wasn't there, but Dahlia seemed to not care.
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