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His footsteps echoed around in the unfinished factory. He looked around at the grotesque scenes that his people had created. His face contorted into a scowl, disgusted by the bloodied walls and the smell of the rotten blood. Had no one bothered to wash it off? Or was it because the Natives left it there as a warning? He sighed and shook his head, stepping over bricks and steel beams leftover from the construction project. The sky above him was dark. What time was it? He blinked a couple of times. How long had he been wandering? He lookd at the position of the cresant move above him. Early morning. He sighed.

No wonder he was so tired. His feet dragged a bit, conspicuously bare against the cold concrete. He didn't mind much. His pitch black hair was mostly pulled back into a band on the nape of his neck while two sections fell on either side of his face. His dark eyes scanned around, finding the place he wanted to rest. Aiden's tall body loomed into the dark room. There were a couple of hours until twilight and he figured he'd have some time to himself.

His clothing was oddly casual; he wasn't wearing any leather like he usually did. No cowhide or cords. It was because he was planning on walking amongst the Newcomers. He was curious, of course, despite being told they were dangerous and stupid and shouldn't have ever come to this land. Maybe that was why he wanted to walk near them; his tribe had always tried to prove to him that they were bad, and he wanted to see if it were true. So, he dressed as one of them.

He wore boxers under his jeans, an odd feeling indeed. He wondered if it were supposed to feel like that. Atop, he wore denim jeans that were for farmers. There were somewhat tight on his thighs and loosened up later on. He wore a belt through the loops to be sure they didn't fall. He was confused when he had seen other males wear their pants off of their ass. Was that comfortable? He didn't think so. He wore a long-sleeved shirt pushed up to his elbows. It did the job of hiding his muscular arms. He didn't like his muscles showing. In his shirt, a small rabbit pressed his cool nose onto Aiden's skin, rubbing his face against his chest.

Aiden let out a deep breath before his back slid down one of the walls as far away as possible from the bloodied wall. He shifted himself until he found a position he liked and let his hands fall into his lap before his eyes closed. His breathing became more sleep-like and he fell into a light, dreamless nap, his rabbit joining him.

His light slumber hadn't been long. His eyes flickered open in one easy second and he saw it...her. It was a her. And her growl had his rabbit cowering into his stomach.

Aiden's hand gently cradled his friend in his hand as he held him in his shirt. He wasn't angry; his all-too-curious and friendly face pretty much proved it. He was too obsessed with new things. Vampires weren't new, but he had never met one in the city. So this one interested him. Had they started to move around already? The tribe would flip out at this news...if he told them. He had been keeping more to himself lately. Vampires, shapeshifters, humans. They were all the same to him. All the same, but completely different. He honestly felt no digust at the different breeds. They intrigued him; willed him to know more. He'd been scolded many times for this, but he didn't mind. Knowledge was worth it.

His head cocked to the side as he studied her features. She looked almost child-like, though she seemed his age. Well, he didn't know how long she'd been his age. Her short brown hair drew his attention. Didn't most vampires have it long? And her skin. If she compared it to his, she'd look whiter than a ghost. THen again, that was his former-tribe's blood. Darker skin like the Native Americans. But his eyes stuck on her mouth where the growl had just come from.

No doubt the sound had scared the little rabbit into a shocked shivering state. Aiden debated whether to take his shirt off and wrap it around the small animal. It'd make Snickers comfier and it'd dim down the smell. He sighed, holding out the rabbit for one second, watching the small-ish girl (compared to him) before he pulled off his shirt and wrapped the animal in one quick motion. He'd rather be bitten than his friend; he was immune to the venom. Or so he'd been told. He doubted a vampire ever bit deep enough for them to find out.

He was different from the tribe. Aiden had never felt fear or any threats from any of them and felt no need to attack. He was strange, but of course, there had to be at least one of the unpredjudice Natives that would actually speak their beleifs.

Hi. I'm Aiden, he said cheerfully, a smile spreading over his face. He didn't offer his hand. He usually didn't. It wasn't the custom he grew up with and he highly doubted she would agree to that custom.