I waited with a nervous leg shake for Alexander's car to drive away. People inside the bakery glanced at me strangely, but at the moment I didn't care.

Once I saw Alexander leave, I waited a couple of minutes before I made my way outside.

I looked around and decided to head towards the safety of my room. I sprinted through the smelly alleyway and quickly saw the familiar abandoned building.

I rushed inside the torn down room and layed down on my cold mattress. It somehow didn't feel as comforting as I thought it would.

Something changed, and no matter how much I turned and hid under my thin blanket ...it just felt strange.

Was it because I now craved the comfort of Alexander's bed? I will admit it was much better than this old mattress and I even loved that it smelled like him.

But, the whole reason I wanted a week away from Alexander was so I could enjoy my little space one last time.

It was also because I wanted to see if Alexander really kept his promises so I trusted him not to follow me. In a way it would also show him that I also kept my promises.

I got up from the now foreign mattress and ran my fingers through my hair in disappointment.

It was my first day finally back here and yet all I wanted to do was be locked away in Alexander's room again.

Even though I was in there all day and night it was somewhat nice. I liked having food delivered to me and having anything I wanted in a simple request.

Plus, the affection Alexander gave me was a big part of why I loved it there so much.

Nobody has ever paid me that much attention to me and done the things he has done.

Well no point crying about it now. I'm going to try and enjoy this freedom one last time.

Maybe I should go to the thrift store and steal some things. Nobody ever really cares about the used items there so it's always an easy steal.

so with that thought in mind, I walk out of my room and headed towards the local thrift store that was only a couple of blocks away. I fixed the expencive jacket Alexander bought me on myself and passed the streets filled with people.

I noticed a woman staring at me with curiosity once she noticed my hair. I sighed and didn't let her stares get the best of me.

Sometimes I felt like yelling at people who stared at my white hair, but then I assured myself that atleast they weren't hurting me physically.

The orphanage left me be paranoid about many things but mostly about people. I was scared that they would hurt me just like the caregivers in the orphanage did.

I ignored the awful memories coming back to my mind and instead focused on getting inside the thrift store without looking suspicious.

I walked through an aisle and looked for anything that would catch my attention.

Unfortunately, there wasn't many things today and some of the items were either broken or too dirty to even touch.

When I was on the last aisle where they kept all the electronics and kitchen supplies was when I finally noticed something interesting.

I leaned over and picked up the small pocket knife that had a nice design on it. It looked expencive, so when I checked the price I wasn't surprised that it was twenty dollars.

It's not like it mattered to me anyways. I wasn't going to buy it.

Before I put it in my pocket, I looked around the store and tried to see if anybody was watching me. The only one in the same aisle as me was an old lady inspecting a lamp.

Without a second to lose, I placed the nice knife in my own pocket and started to make my way towards the area where they kept the books.

Overall, there wasn't a lot of people in the store today. Maybe because it was starting to rain outside and nobody wanted to go out.

I stood in front of the antique looking books and thought about what I would do afterwards. Maybe I could steal a new radio since the last one I got was stolen from me.

That sounds like a better idea than being here so I twirl the small knife in my pocket and head out the door.

The workers don't even glance my way as I leave the dusty store. I walk on the sidewalk and take out my new treasure.

I inspect the shiny object and think of a million things I could do with it and how useful it will now be.

With a content smile on my face, I place the knife back in my pocket and feel the familiar rush coursing through my body.

The thrill of stealing things somehow makes me happy..

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I munched on a bag of chips and walked home in a slow pace. My pockets were full of random small items I stole and I couldn't be happier.

The sun was now starting to go down and people around me were also heading towards the comfort of their home.

I was still hungry but the bag of chips was surely filling my appetite. It was only a week living on the streets so it wasn't a big deal if I missed a couple of meals.

Now that I was going to live with Alexander, I knew I would never miss a meal. He would take care of me and protect me from everybody and everything.

My brain still tries to warn me that living with a vampire is not the wisest choice, but something about Alexander shuts those thoughts away.

There was no backing down now. Soon I will be living with Alexander whether I liked it or not. I didn't want him to go through with his threat of sinking his sharp fangs into my neck.

Even if I did try to runaway from him, where would I go?

He would easily find me in a heartbeat.

As I was about to cross the street I felt somebody grab my arm. My bag of chips fell from my hand as I turned around. Two men were inspecting me up and down like perverts.

The one grabbing on to my arm was taller than me and had muscles like no other. While the one next to him was shorter but had the same set of muscles.

No doubt in my mind that they could easily kill me.

"What the hell do you want?" I question and tried to get out of the man's hard grip.

"Just doing our job." the heavy man stated.

Before I knew it I was roughly dragged inside a van. I tried to yell for help as I kicked at both of the kidnappers.

Why was nobody helping me?

"Where are you taking me?!" I finally yelled as the biggest man held me down to the backseat of the black van.

Both men glanced at eachother with grins like I said something funny. My wrists started to burn from how hard the man held them together.

I struggled against the tight hold for awhile until I heard the short man speak. His words made my body tremble in fear and my heart suddenly beat faster...

"I can just imagine how happy Mother Gabby will be once we inform her that we found the white haired boy that escaped her orphanage."