ooc;; please ignore how bad this is, i didnt realize how badly i wrote it when i first posted it on the original thread for this and now that i see it i feel bad but i'm way to lazy to fix it right now.
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a cloud of fog left alexander's mouth as he walked along the sidewalk back to the vampire coven, his hood over his head and his hands shoved into his pockets. his mind had been swarming with thoughts all day, about what his life would of been like if he had been with his real parents, and how everything would of turned out. he probably would of been married, had a daughter and a son, maybe even a family dog that they would of named buster. he would of died happy. but now? he probably wouldn't get married, or he at least couldn't see himself getting married. having kids wasn't an option seeing as it is impossible for vampires to have kids, and the dog thing just seemed weird now because of his knowledge of the werewolves in the community. sighing, he shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, walking up the porch into the house that was called home to all of the vampires.
stepping into the house, he got the familiar aroma of cinnamon that often filled the house from the candles had filled his nose, giving him a warm vibe. he couldn't help but smile to himself, pulling his hood down before looking around. the foyer of the house was somewhat dark, and for the most part it was pretty silent in the house, apart from the few murmurs he could hear coming from the kitchen. he didn't mind though, in fact this is how he preferred the house. it made it feel a bit calmer, and he was all for that. he made his way down the hallway and into the living room, exchanging small glances and nods with a few of the occupants of the house before moving out into the back yard, sitting down at one of the small plastic lawn chairs that they had set outside before sighing. this was supposed to be his home, but it never felt like it. nothing ever felt good to him anymore, it was like he was just going through the motions. with a shake of his head, he looked down, running his fingers through the thick dark mane he called his hair before leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes.