Was it really any wonder that Alex was twitchy? Was it that big of a surprise, that she had to wonder at her own good sense at following her friends back to the place where everything started? Giving a sigh, she sat perched on the railing of the back porch, staring out into the humid afternoon of the swamp. Listening to the sounds, and almost as comfortable here as she was in the city. Hell she'd spent enough time out here.
What Alex had left out, was just what happend to those bodies, before they were burried, when joking around with Ash the other night. The sick enjoyment that Alex and Xavier had gotten out of tormenting the poor souls that had ended up crossing their paths. Well, Xavier did more then Alex. And since he'd been the one that had essentially raised her...taught her, and instilled his twisted sense of values in her...Ones that she was even now struggling to unlearn.
She'd come to New Orleans the first time, a newly changed pup that didn't know her ass from a hole in the ground. But cocky and still twisted in the head as she'd been before being infected. And New Orleans turned out to be a place that Alex had learned to both love...and hate. From the disaster of what happend with Eric, to reuniting with Xavier. To meeting Silent, Myc, Dane, and the others. She gave a rueful smile to herself as she remembered she'd been the one that fucked up alot, and never quite seemed to be able to do anything the way people had wanted. Hell, she'd managed to piss Silent off within the first week. How she'd managed to get off Sil's shit list, Alex didn't know.
Would they be here? The ones she'd left behind when Xavier dragged her out of town, heading for Vegas? And speaking of Xavier....Alex frowned. Her thoughts moving to her older brother. Those memories kicked up the conversation with Ash, and him asking what had happened to the man. What had happend to her brother? She didn't know... Had she ment it when she'd told Ash, they'd all be better off if Xavier was burried in the ocean under the ruins of Hawaii?
In part. If the way Xavier had acted on Hawaii was how he would be for the rest of his life, then Alex wanted him to stay away. The last fight they'd had had been a doozy. Alex lifted her hand, tracing a finger along the scar on her palm. fucker had used a silver blade to stab through her hand. She was lucky she could still use it.
Peering through the moss draped trees, she frowned. The other part of her though, wondered, if he could still be out there...And if he was...where the hell was he...for better or worse, He was the only family she knew about. If their dad was out there, Alex had no clue where he was. Then again...she probably didn't want to know.
Shakeing her head, she headed back inside to start fixing something for the four of them to eat.
